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▶ EVENT.011
Heads up, gamers! The League Match Action Online (LmaO) finals are finally underway, drawing a full house to the Elaran Amphitheater, which has been transformed into an impressive VR arena for the event. Moonblessed will find digital VIP tickets on their device as a gift from the generous and excitable Queen Elara, who has successfully made it to the finals. She hopes you will attend to cheer everyone on! 😘
Indeed, that is an emoji on an official letter from the palace.
▶ It’s Time to D-D-D-Duel
1/24 | Level 1, Elaran Amphitheater | top
Made to the finals? Great job! You will receive a good luck message from the Queen. All competitors will be provided state of the art headsets from the Lunar Scientia and customized jumpsuits with your team colors and emblem to wear as you duke it out against the strongest and most skilled LmaO players in Lunatia and Lyestellus.
LmaO is often called the city's unofficial pastime and it shows in the sheer size of the crowds. Myriads of LmaO and Moonblessed fans gather in excitement, many of them dying for your autograph —- and an in-game friend request! If you're not a player at this point, your fans will most likely invite you to experience its charm. After all, there’s a fun feature for everyone in LmaO!
While the competition is underway, both viewers and participants may notice a few strange distortions on the large screens around the venue and on smaller screens broadcasting the livestreams. Static seems to erupt during particularly powerful moves as colors start to blur into one another. A strange face flashes on the screen, gone before you can blink. Whispers in an otherworldly language assail your senses, echoing an incantation over and over in your mind. No Prismal can hear this. Something is amiss. As time goes on, the strange face will appear more frequently and grow more pronounced, showing the features of a seraphim adorned with a lion mask, an image that may be familiar to a few of you.
The seraphim's eyes are like globes of the night sky. Stare into them long enough and it will suddenly feel as if the sky had swallowed you whole. You feel yourself falling from a great height, helpless as you plummet down what feels like an infinite abyss.
You close your eyes.
▶ RPG Simulator 2.0
1/25 - 1/30 | Capital City Abraxas, Kingdom of Merkab | top
Street lamps fueled by oil, rustic horse carriages, noisy run-down taverns, and the scent of the air tell you that you are no longer in Lunatia. Ask any swordsman or mage in the area and they will say that you are in the fictional, war-ravaged Kingdom of Merkab, located to the east of the sprawling griffin capital, Abraxas.
Sound familiar? Those who know of LmaO’s latest event might recognize the name. If you’re not in the finals, you might wonder: how did you end up here? And if you were in the middle of a match, you might wonder if the game glitched out. During your investigation, you notice there’s a floating, translucent box of words and numbers following you: a small menu displaying your stats, strengths and weaknesses and nothing else. Unfortunately, you won't find a log-out button here.
Your character avatar is a Level 1 adventurer dressed in rags of various states of decency. You only have 1 gold coin and a weapon that hits monsters like peanuts. Locals think you're new in town, or that they've never heard of you before. Hell, they’ve never even heard of Prismatica!
Regardless of the situation, they suggest you start earning some gold to feed and clothe yourself, and they direct you to the nearest adventurer’s guild. Without a known way out, you might as well take their advice before you starve on the cold streets. At the guild, the front desk can show you some available help requests.
The Royal Banquet? The locals know nothing about it. They've never been to one before! It might be worth attending to find the answers yourself. This might be the key to your escape.
Over the next few days, you are welcome to explore the city and try to find other ways to earn gold. Rob a shopkeeper, join a brothel, hunt monsters outside town, or go into houses and break jars.
▶ I Can Be Your Angle or Yuor Devil
1/31 | Royal Merkabian Castle, Abraxas and 1/24 | Level 1, Elaran Amphitheater | top
The day of the Royal Banquet at the looming Merkabian castle arrives. Upon arrival, you will be escorted by Merkabian knights. They will guide you to your table in the great dining hall, which is filled to the brim with rich wine, towering cakes that nearly touch the ceiling, an extremely luscious buffet, and grandiose symphonic music. Aside from the knights and servants, no one else seems to be around.
Midway through the feast, trumpets will sound as a red velvet curtain is slowly pulled aside by attendants to reveal a tall seraphim with striking golden hair, his face obscured behind a familiar lion mask as he lounges upon a majestic throne while being fanned by scantily clad lion men. The seraphim will introduce himself as King Majestas and will soon address those present:
King Majestas
Have you grown tired of these paltry parlor games? I offer you a true test of wills. What if I said I could release you from this world? I would like to propose an exchange.
Would you free me from these shackles which imprison me?
You only need to tell me your true desires.
Something tells you not to trust him, but Majestas knows the desire in your heart. For an instant, you see what you desire and realize that it cannot be found here. It only takes a single Moonblessed who wishes to leave to release him. And in a moment, a white-winged cane appears in his hands. With it, he strikes the ground. Waves of the intense impact reverberate throughout the digital world…
When you come to, you're back in the amphitheater on the day of the LmaO finals. Majestas, now free from his digital prison, transforms into a colossal entity as he looms over the screaming crowds, his shining wings spread while blinding light gleams from his gold-trimmed body.
As the amphitheater crumbles from the attack, Majestas will speak once more to the terrified crowds:
He will then wrap himself in his wings and disappear into the light.
Tonight, the news headlines will feature topics such as who is King Majestas, when will he return, and what is he after. Despite all the discussions, nobody knows. The news also announces that the LmaO finals are canceled in response to the tragedy and the Elaran Amphitheater will temporarily close and undergo construction for the next several weeks.
▶ NOTES
Please refer to the FAQ (Technology) for information about LmaO before asking questions.
Prismals and any remaining Moonblessed in Lunatia will neither not experience nor have knowledge about the time which passed for those spirited away (1/25 - 1/31). This is because in the real time, no time has passed. Due to these circumstances, the spirited away Moonblessed will be unable to send and receive network messages in the fake world.
Your mysterious LmaO avatar will have a completely original background and new appearance separate from your character’s. They may have a fictitious digital spouse or be married to another of the Moonblessed avatars. In addition, moonlacing will NOT work, but nothing’s stopping them from still doing it. This is all temporary for this event only and specific to the prompts playing as the mysterious avatar.
The room in Prompt I-B is where your LmaO avatar currently stays. It’s a cheap, run-down inn room that costs 5 gold to stay per night. You have to pay this fee or you’ll be kicked out to the streets. Once you earn enough gold, you’re free to stay in better inns with more luxurious rooms.
Your LmaO avatar will need to eat and sleep properly. Avoiding meals or rest will cause the avatar to eventually collapse and respawn at your inn room. Food and drinks cost range about 2 to 500 gold and above, depending on the type and quality.
There is no penalty for dying repeatedly in the fake world, aside from completely feeling the experience. Your LmaO avatar will always respawn in your current inn room as if nothing happened.
There is no dress code for the Royal Banquet. You can attend wearing your best or worst armor.
After escaping the fake world, if you’ve been rewarded with the white tigris cub minion and/or the purple dancer’s outfit, they can be found in your character’s real LmaO inventory.
It is OOCly up to you to keep or wipe off the leveling progress you made in the fake world. If you wish to keep them, the character’s real LmaO avatar will instantly receive the updated levels, including the skills and abilities they learned.
▶ REMINDERS
Please read the log carefully before asking any questions.
As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.
Please ask for player permission before bringing up potentially sensitive subjects or triggers. Likewise, please make use of warnings and appropriate cuts.
It is okay to go wild creatively as long as you follow game rules and be mindful of people’s comfort levels!
Instead of playing in this post, players may use the prompts in this post to make their own posts and logs for the event in the communities. This post will serve as an event directory. Players may place their starters in their top-level comments and link to their posts for others to tag them there.
Please use the plotting post for plotting with your fellow players.
Questions related to this event goes here.
No RPing will take place on this post.
For linking with ease, we’ve provided a customizable template below. You don't have to use this! It's just here in case you need it.
1/24 | Level 1, Elaran Amphitheater | top
Made to the finals? Great job! You will receive a good luck message from the Queen. All competitors will be provided state of the art headsets from the Lunar Scientia and customized jumpsuits with your team colors and emblem to wear as you duke it out against the strongest and most skilled LmaO players in Lunatia and Lyestellus.
LmaO is often called the city's unofficial pastime and it shows in the sheer size of the crowds. Myriads of LmaO and Moonblessed fans gather in excitement, many of them dying for your autograph —- and an in-game friend request! If you're not a player at this point, your fans will most likely invite you to experience its charm. After all, there’s a fun feature for everyone in LmaO!
A The VIP tickets will give you access to the luxurious Elaran skybox, which is known for having the best view of the entire stadium. Any Moonblessed unable to attend can still watch from the comfort of their apartment, as the public esports channel will be livestreaming the matches and other ongoing events in the amphitheater.
The amphitheater also has many eye-catching stalls set up across the lobby: snacks, refreshments, massages, gourmet catering, and more. Buwan from B.S. has opened up a betting stall, where you can bet on your favorite players for fun. Popular bets include Queen Elara herself and last year’s reigning Prismal champions, the Fidget Spinners. Despite the popularity of the Moonblessed teams, as the underdogs of this tournament, their odds don't look so good… Are you ready to prove the numbers wrong?
While the competition is underway, both viewers and participants may notice a few strange distortions on the large screens around the venue and on smaller screens broadcasting the livestreams. Static seems to erupt during particularly powerful moves as colors start to blur into one another. A strange face flashes on the screen, gone before you can blink. Whispers in an otherworldly language assail your senses, echoing an incantation over and over in your mind. No Prismal can hear this. Something is amiss. As time goes on, the strange face will appear more frequently and grow more pronounced, showing the features of a seraphim adorned with a lion mask, an image that may be familiar to a few of you.
The seraphim's eyes are like globes of the night sky. Stare into them long enough and it will suddenly feel as if the sky had swallowed you whole. You feel yourself falling from a great height, helpless as you plummet down what feels like an infinite abyss.
You close your eyes.
B You awaken in an unfamiliar room, resting on a large, soft bed. There’s someone else lying next to you, perhaps intimately spooning you, perhaps a face you don’t recognize at all. They claim they're a Moonblessed just like you, and you don't believe it until you glance down at your own body — it’s not your own. It’s not the different clothes that alarm you. No, your hand might be bigger than normal or maybe your hair is shorter than usual. Perhaps in a panic, you get up to head to the bathroom and check the mirror, and that’s when they stir: a centipede or two crawling out from under your pillow. Yes, you are permitted to scream a little.
▶ RPG Simulator 2.0
1/25 - 1/30 | Capital City Abraxas, Kingdom of Merkab | top
Street lamps fueled by oil, rustic horse carriages, noisy run-down taverns, and the scent of the air tell you that you are no longer in Lunatia. Ask any swordsman or mage in the area and they will say that you are in the fictional, war-ravaged Kingdom of Merkab, located to the east of the sprawling griffin capital, Abraxas.
Sound familiar? Those who know of LmaO’s latest event might recognize the name. If you’re not in the finals, you might wonder: how did you end up here? And if you were in the middle of a match, you might wonder if the game glitched out. During your investigation, you notice there’s a floating, translucent box of words and numbers following you: a small menu displaying your stats, strengths and weaknesses and nothing else. Unfortunately, you won't find a log-out button here.
Your character avatar is a Level 1 adventurer dressed in rags of various states of decency. You only have 1 gold coin and a weapon that hits monsters like peanuts. Locals think you're new in town, or that they've never heard of you before. Hell, they’ve never even heard of Prismatica!
Regardless of the situation, they suggest you start earning some gold to feed and clothe yourself, and they direct you to the nearest adventurer’s guild. Without a known way out, you might as well take their advice before you starve on the cold streets. At the guild, the front desk can show you some available help requests.
My Babies! Lady Lamarelle’s prized white tigris cubs have been snatched by aggressive carnivorous gremlins. In order to retrieve the cubs, you must traverse the Cursed Cavern of Mordeus to slay the gremlins before they cook and eat the poor cubs. Beware, their claws are laced with poison, and those scratched will be paralyzed without any immediate antidotes or healing. The gremlins are snatchers, so they will not hesitate to steal or rip away gear, clothes, gold, or anything eye-catching: including you or your companion!Rewards 💫 A white tigris cub minion, 1000 gold, and a formal invitation to the Royal Banquet.
Fair Maiden Ser Ballinore is requesting that a love letter be delivered to his favorite lover, Mina. She is a beautiful dancer in Merkab’s premier bordello called the Dancing Swan. Ser Ballinore will provide outfits for you and your companion to disguise and sneak into the bordello. Do your best to blend in with the dancers and avoid suspicion. Should you fail and be caught, expect to be roughed up quite terribly by the bordello’s bouncers.
The Royal Banquet? The locals know nothing about it. They've never been to one before! It might be worth attending to find the answers yourself. This might be the key to your escape.
Over the next few days, you are welcome to explore the city and try to find other ways to earn gold. Rob a shopkeeper, join a brothel, hunt monsters outside town, or go into houses and break jars.
▶ I Can Be Your Angle or Yuor Devil
1/31 | Royal Merkabian Castle, Abraxas and 1/24 | Level 1, Elaran Amphitheater | top
The day of the Royal Banquet at the looming Merkabian castle arrives. Upon arrival, you will be escorted by Merkabian knights. They will guide you to your table in the great dining hall, which is filled to the brim with rich wine, towering cakes that nearly touch the ceiling, an extremely luscious buffet, and grandiose symphonic music. Aside from the knights and servants, no one else seems to be around.
Midway through the feast, trumpets will sound as a red velvet curtain is slowly pulled aside by attendants to reveal a tall seraphim with striking golden hair, his face obscured behind a familiar lion mask as he lounges upon a majestic throne while being fanned by scantily clad lion men. The seraphim will introduce himself as King Majestas and will soon address those present:
King MajestasHave you grown tired of these paltry parlor games? I offer you a true test of wills. What if I said I could release you from this world? I would like to propose an exchange.
Would you free me from these shackles which imprison me?
You only need to tell me your true desires.
Something tells you not to trust him, but Majestas knows the desire in your heart. For an instant, you see what you desire and realize that it cannot be found here. It only takes a single Moonblessed who wishes to leave to release him. And in a moment, a white-winged cane appears in his hands. With it, he strikes the ground. Waves of the intense impact reverberate throughout the digital world…
When you come to, you're back in the amphitheater on the day of the LmaO finals. Majestas, now free from his digital prison, transforms into a colossal entity as he looms over the screaming crowds, his shining wings spread while blinding light gleams from his gold-trimmed body.
A A gigantic halo appears above the amphitheater and starts searing through the structure little by little. Every speaker in the venue loudly blares, ordering an emergency evacuation. With the aid of the Moon Knights, everyone inside and near the arena will be forced to exit immediately. Avoid catching a glimpse of the halo or expect to be temporarily blinded by its burning brightness. Depending on the severity, the blindness could last from an hour to a day. Beware of falling debris and assist both fellow Moonblessed and the Prismals safely out.
B As the evacuation occurs, some of the spectators remaining on the seats of the amphitheater, including Prismals or any confused Moonblessed (that were not previously spirited away) may suddenly be pierced with wings upon wings, sprouting from their own bodies. Every wing causes excessive bleeding and will leave victims in agonizing pain. They might also be seized by a madness that urges them to act on their deepest, most violent desires, causing them to lash out in anger, lust, or sorrow. Only the touch of an unaffected Moonblessed will dissipate the wings and cause them to recede.
As the amphitheater crumbles from the attack, Majestas will speak once more to the terrified crowds:
King Majestas
I will spare this city for now. Consider this a generous exchange for releasing me. Next time, I may not be so kind.
I will spare this city for now. Consider this a generous exchange for releasing me. Next time, I may not be so kind.
He will then wrap himself in his wings and disappear into the light.
Tonight, the news headlines will feature topics such as who is King Majestas, when will he return, and what is he after. Despite all the discussions, nobody knows. The news also announces that the LmaO finals are canceled in response to the tragedy and the Elaran Amphitheater will temporarily close and undergo construction for the next several weeks.
▶ NOTES
Please refer to the FAQ (Technology) for information about LmaO before asking questions.
Prismals and any remaining Moonblessed in Lunatia will neither not experience nor have knowledge about the time which passed for those spirited away (1/25 - 1/31). This is because in the real time, no time has passed. Due to these circumstances, the spirited away Moonblessed will be unable to send and receive network messages in the fake world.
Your mysterious LmaO avatar will have a completely original background and new appearance separate from your character’s. They may have a fictitious digital spouse or be married to another of the Moonblessed avatars. In addition, moonlacing will NOT work, but nothing’s stopping them from still doing it. This is all temporary for this event only and specific to the prompts playing as the mysterious avatar.
The room in Prompt I-B is where your LmaO avatar currently stays. It’s a cheap, run-down inn room that costs 5 gold to stay per night. You have to pay this fee or you’ll be kicked out to the streets. Once you earn enough gold, you’re free to stay in better inns with more luxurious rooms.
Your LmaO avatar will need to eat and sleep properly. Avoiding meals or rest will cause the avatar to eventually collapse and respawn at your inn room. Food and drinks cost range about 2 to 500 gold and above, depending on the type and quality.
There is no penalty for dying repeatedly in the fake world, aside from completely feeling the experience. Your LmaO avatar will always respawn in your current inn room as if nothing happened.
There is no dress code for the Royal Banquet. You can attend wearing your best or worst armor.
After escaping the fake world, if you’ve been rewarded with the white tigris cub minion and/or the purple dancer’s outfit, they can be found in your character’s real LmaO inventory.
It is OOCly up to you to keep or wipe off the leveling progress you made in the fake world. If you wish to keep them, the character’s real LmaO avatar will instantly receive the updated levels, including the skills and abilities they learned.
▶ REMINDERS
Please read the log carefully before asking any questions.
As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.
Please ask for player permission before bringing up potentially sensitive subjects or triggers. Likewise, please make use of warnings and appropriate cuts.
It is okay to go wild creatively as long as you follow game rules and be mindful of people’s comfort levels!
Instead of playing in this post, players may use the prompts in this post to make their own posts and logs for the event in the communities. This post will serve as an event directory. Players may place their starters in their top-level comments and link to their posts for others to tag them there.
Please use the plotting post for plotting with your fellow players.
Questions related to this event goes here.
No RPing will take place on this post.
For linking with ease, we’ve provided a customizable template below. You don't have to use this! It's just here in case you need it.
Natsume Sakasaki | Ensemble Stars! | Iris
I: It’s Time to D-D-D-Duel
[As the president of the Games Research Club there was no way that Natsume could not enter the tournament, the promise of gaming and competition too tempting to ignore. He had been faring quite well so far, mostly working with Makoto since he has faith in the other idol’s skills and knew that together they should have been more than a formidable pair against most other competitors.
But of course things never so smoothly. Like so many others Natsume hears the whispers and sees those dark dark eyes, and like so many others he gives in and closes his own as they’re unwittingly pulled into the Kingdom of Merkab.
When his eyes open again it’s a ceiling he doesn’t recognize, and it certainly isn’t the ceiling he was just beneath. The redhead sits up with a start, rubbing his eyes and looking around in mounting confusion and the beginnings of worry as he tries to regain his bearings. But it’s just at that moment that Natsume comes to the realization that he isn’t alone in the room.
Or the bed.
So congratulations to whoever’s trying to rest next to him, you’re now being shoved by a very unhappy idol.]
Wake UP.
II: RPG Simulator 2.0
[While he isn’t the happiest about finding himself living out a fantasy RPG like this Natsume also isn’t about to slack off and not take it seriously. As far as he’s concerned this is still a competition, only now with the objective being to escape.
Luckily he’s always been a fast learner- especially when it comes to games- so it takes relatively little time to get his bearings and do some power-levelling. After quite a bit of questing and grinding he’s gotten himself to a respectable level and is now outfitted with some impressively-enchanted magic items. He’s nothing if not committed to his magician aesthetic, after all. While his avatar’s appearance is a little different there’s a certain flair to his outfit that anyone familiar with him in real life might recognize.
After just having turned in another quest and collecting his reward Natsume is back to the job board, looking over it thoughtfully as he ponders what to pick up next.]
III: I Can Be Your Angle or Yuor Devil
[It was disorienting enough to be swept into the world of Merkab, so as one might expect leaving it is similarly unpleasant and confusing.
Of course that unpleasantness is compounded not only by the sirens, but the gargantuan creature and searing light suddenly overtaking the amphitheater as well. While there have been unsettling and certainly violent happenings since Natsume arrived in Prismatica this is the first time he’s found himself directly swept up into the chaos, and even though he normally prides himself on being reserved and logical it’s difficult to maintain that detached composure. It’s impossible to deny the panic that hits him like a solid wall, and it’s only through the assistance of Prismals corralling the LmaO competitors that he even gets gathered up so they can evacuate.
Natsume does his best to stick with the group, but between the ensuing panic and falling rubble he gets separated and happens to catch a glimpse of the terrifying and magnificent halo as it spreads its light. Instantly pain shoots through his head as his vision goes white and then black, leaving him scrambling to grasp at anything to give him a sense of direction or location. At times like these it would be so useful to be able to see the world like Sora...
But he doesn’t get long to dwell on that before he runs headlong into something. Or rather someone.]
Oof-
IV: Wildcard
((ooc: In prompt II for previous CR I’m open to us hand-waving that our characters have already figured out one another’s avatars, just to make things easier! If you want any closed prompts or have any other ideas feel free to contact me through PM, on Discord at Tarrkani#6581, or at
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Allen Walker | D.Gray-man | Cordis
⛧ Just When the Statues Start to Cry ★ (Lunatia)
[ Allen Walker? Video games? If he even really understood what that was entirely and what all the fuss was about, no. No, absolutely not. Although he can appreciate that for some reason people seem to get more excited over it than horse racing. Actually, upon seeing the betting taking place.... it seems a lot like that, actually. Except less exciting while also more flashy.
But free tickets are free tickets—and also it seems like a good way to understand the world a bit better and what it and its people are like. And there's a great selection of a lot of foods even he doesn't recognize.
Also Nike dragged him. And you try saying no to an enthusiastic girl taking you by the hand and carting you off places.
And that is why he can be found in the arena spectating in various areas, along with sussing out the most bargain-friendly vendor food to stack high on a plate while he attempts to watch some of the matches before inevitably not getting it and watching the crowd instead.
He will also inevitably end up perched up on top of a segment of half wall at some point, legs crossed with a half empty box of donuts next to him. (Chocolate glazed with sprinkles, thank you for asking.) And possibly scrutinizing the betting stall from his vantage point with a far too shrewd, calculating expression for a 17 year old...
It'd be a lot easier to take seriously if his cheeks weren't stuffed full of donut like a chipmunk. ]
⛧ I'll Be Your Favorite Stranger ★ (The Game)
[ Whoever you are, upon waking up in the dark and rather musty sort of room you certainly were not supposed to be in, you know that much... the first thing you might is a slight squirming of the covers. Maybe a foot accidentally prods you. Very briefly, before hearing a sharp inhalation as someone who had been laying next to you sits bolt upright quite fast. And if you say something or stir—or sleep-mutter and cling tighter to him because he was your pillow and, rude, he moved—he doesn't seem to notice at first. In fact, he just seems to be staring down at his hand.
His left hand. Which is entirely normal-looking and quite human. He seems quite plainly normal and human-looking in general, too. Shoulder length reddish-brown hair, unmarred pale skin, but not too pale skin. Absolutely nothing of particular note, which makes it seem strange that he's just startled so much only to seem so utterly haunted by the sight of his own very normal-seeming hand...
At least until he turns to you, and seems to finally realize you're there. With one, very owlish sort of blink of wide grey eyes, and the longest sort of pause. ]
...? [ oh ] ...
[ REAL, NO THIS IS ACTUALLY VERY REAL WITH AN ALSO REAL OTHER PERSON
...in bed...
⚠️ WITH HIM ⚠️ ]
!!! Wah -- !
[ And that would be him yelping and falling backwards right off the bed in an unmanly tangle. ]
⛧ And Enemies That Take Your Peace ★ (The Game)
[ See disgruntled boy in the forest laying on the ground in a spread-eagled heap of rags.
See boy glaring over at a rabbit that seems perplexed by his state and hops closer.
See boy pick up a rock and chuck it at said rabbit with miserable failure. Run, rabbit, run!
He leverages himself up a moment later with a slight groan, digging the tip of a long broadsword into the ground to help himself do so. He's covered in so much dirt it's a wonder if he's had a bath in quite some time, or if he's just managed to get himself that dirty that quickly... ]
How is someone supposed to catch a rabbit with a sword... [ This is the only reasonable thing paying gold—and dinner—he could find!! ]
⛧ I'll Be Your Sword and Shield ★ (The Game)
Excuse me, were you considering that job?
[ It's a friendly sort of voice interrupting your thoughts as he might have caught you eyeing the quest posting about... something about tigers and gremlins, but it doesn't involve a bordello so that's good enough for him. And Allen will offer a smile when you turn, congenial and polite.
He is, thankfully, much better better dressed (and washed) by this point, if very simply and still without proper armor other than a single leather spaulder and bracers (the left is metal, curiously). His hair's been tied up in a messy and loose sort of topknot. A large but not terribly well made sword is strapped to his back. ]
It might be better to take together rather than separately. [ you don't want to know how long it took him to figure that out ]
⛧ And Fallen Angels, They Lay Broken ★ (Lunatia)
[ Wherever you are in the amphitheater, even with all the chaos going on once everyone has been whisked back and it all starts to come down and people are running everywhere screaming, bleeding, lashing out — it's still a hard sight to miss.
A whirling gale of feathers, light, and a huge tattered winglike cloak(?) that rips upwards from a doubled over figure. A white and gold gigantic masquerade mask floats above as well, twisting to and fro from the feathered cloak like it's unsure how to hold its shape, like it's too angry to remember its shape and cares not for what it was, but is trying to contort itself into something new. But the winged sort of cloak looks almost angelic, glowing white-gold and ethereal. It's beautiful, and somewhat terrible as well. Especially as the figure, with his hands clutching his head like it wants to split in two, would not seem to have a normal left hand but a great white and gold monstrous sort of claw instead. But it too can't seem to hold its form, splitting into glowing feathers along his arm that twist in the air.
It's like a howling monster clinging to the figure even as it also tries to rip away.
It isn't all pristine white though. It's also spattered with blood from his shoulders, as a set of stiff white wings entirely contrasting against the whirlwind nature of the other feathers rippling upward have ripped through his back and divide his cloak. They whip straight up and back, forming what almost seems like a great cross or bloodied sort of pillar into the air.
And if you're caught staring, an edge of that tattered, feathery wing-cloak rips out towards you and slashes into—and through the wall by your head. And that's when you might realize that even though it looks like a cloak and feathers, it cuts as sharply as any sword. ]
Stay— [ It's a boy beneath all that. A teenager, pale and ethereal himself as the light around him, with a dark red scar cutting through the left side of his face. And he pants and rasps it out, gritting his teeth audibly hard and fixing a surprisingly sharp and hard silvery eye on you. A window of raw clarity in a maelstrom, despite the tears that streak his face as well.
Angry. It's as angry as it is anguished, and like it's taking every ounce of his concentration to hold it. ]
—back...
⛧ Just When Your Body Is Out of Fight ★ (Lunatia)
[ Later, after having been broken free and then rushing back in to help as many others as he can, Allen, he— ]
Ah... [ He might be staggering slightly. His cloak and clawed left arm seem to have stabilized for the most part, the white and gold mask settled more or less on his chest, though he still seems ragged and his cloak keeps sharding feathers. Although he blinks and immediately tries to re-balance and correct his posture, like he's surprised at himself.
Maybe he was helping you out to safety, maybe you're just someone who noticed him before he started to head back inside to try and find someone else. The glowing is kind of hard to miss. But whoever you are, he's not noticing you as as his vision starts to narrow and darken. ]
? [ lurching, and then immediately correcting his posture again. "That's strange," he almost mutters aloud (and might have, he's not sure). And he should really think further about why that is, he actually does recognize that. ]
I feel hungry, somehow...
[ He really should consider the Whys of that, except he takes another step and collapses face-first into a boneless heap instead.
Reckless shounen protagonist with highly demanding parasitic weapon meets limited and already somewhat depleted energy reserves. Please help a Chroma-starved fool out. ]
⛧ WILDCARD / INFO ★
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stupidSpecial like that. None of his canon abilities, other than he's always ridiculously acrobatic and will quickly get his strength back. Also, feel free to claim him as your ingame backstory husbando/significant something-or-other (any gender but near his own age of 17 pls) with the bedroom prompt, to which he will protest and panic and try to #nope the fuck right on out. It'll be gr8t. Nothing could possibly go wrong.Allen will not be easily recognizable as Allen within the game though, as.... he will look exactly like himself. His original fully human self, without his curse, scars, or Innocence. His face shape, eyes, and voice will be the same, but that's it. He's basically this except older with normal hands. And he'll be trying to avoid people realizing it's him.
In the real world, people who are spiritually/magically sensitive would also notice that his facial scar is a curse/feels like corruption. His left hand, always gloved, has a faint holy presence when inactive, and when Crown Clown is active and raging is it a oppressively massive holy presence. And if anyone has soul sight or can notice the aura/soul of other characters, his would appear incredibly pure, white, passionate... except for the fact there seems to be a shadow on it as well. But it would take someone incredibly sensitive/astute to such things to notice that shadow, and it's more likely they could just notice that something seems a little off. (Spoilers: it's a second soul/set of memories that's currently dormant.)
Also, since this is a wide range of possible prompts that spans a decent chunk of time and his RPG world shenanigans are kind of separate with a different appearance and potential for misunderstandings—I am totally down for multiple threads too. :x Also no, smut won't happen even in RPG land because he's A Fool.
I'll be tagging out for him rescuing others! If you don't have a top level but want that, just wildcard me. ]
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Howard Link | D. Gray-Man | Sanguis
IA: I Can Be Your Angle or Yuor Devil
[While the LmaO Tournament itself hadn’t warranted nearly enough interest for Link to spend his precious time investigating it his opinion changes drastically the moment those sirens begin blaring from the amphitheater.
Link might not be a native and he certainly doesn’t appreciate his work back home being interrupted (or being kidnapped), but he also has no intention of letting innocent people be harmed. He had been spending the day at the library attempting to do some studying but pushes that to the side and practically vaults over a table in his haste to get outside and look for the source of the sound. It doesn't take a native for him to recognize that there must have been some sort of alarm raised and that truth is only confirmed when his gaze is drawn inevitably to the amphitheater. Back home the sight of a giant halo appearing anywhere has never heralded something good, so the moment he sees it the Crow doesn’t even think twice before jumping to action.
Luckily Howard Link is the vigilant type to carry both weapons and seals on him at all times, meaning that he doesn’t need to return to the apartment to gather anything and therefore makes fairly good time. In fact he arrives just in time to catch sight of some falling rubble about to crush a moonblessed trying to escape, perhaps blinded or simply unaware of their impending doom.
Despite his unassuming appearance Link is fast, closing the distance between himself and the other person in barely a breath. The rescued moonblessed will find themself swept up into the blonde’s arms in one smooth motion at the same time as he moves them both well away from the rubble before it comes crashing to the ground. Once safe he’ll promptly (but gently) put the other person down.]
Are you all right?
IB: Earning Wings
[For as much (or little) as he’s managed to help in the evacuation and support after the chaos of the tournament Link unfortunately isn’t immune to the chaos King Majestas set into motion. While attempting to help check a portion of the downed building for survivors a sharp pain suddenly runs down his spine, stabbing in behind his shoulderblades before spreading. Normally he would take this to mean that he strained or was struck with something, but the blonde begins to grow more panicked when the pain suddenly becomes much sharper- more directed- and he feels something beginning to break out of his skin beneath his clothes.
In his line of work Link has endured plenty of pain, but few times has it been excruciating as the feeling of the wings growing from him now. Multiple pairs sprout in succession down his back along with a few disjointed extras in other places, such as one wrist or along his side, the new appendages covered in black feathers. While the feathers themselves seem sleek and even beautiful the wings themselves are bent at odd angles in a few places, giving them sharp edges that soon leave the Crow covered in blood.
There’s an... Odd familiarity to the pain of wings sprouting from where they shouldn’t that his body recognizes even as his mind was wiped of the memory. Even moreso than the screaming of his nerves that realization shakes him, making his head reel and vision swim. Inside him he can feel the Atuuda reacting in response to the pain and shock, the onslaught of overwhelming sensations making him clutch his head and scream.
For anyone who might find themselves (un)lucky enough to stumble upon Link they'll find him looking quite the worse for wear. He's curled up among the rubble clutching his head, and if one looks close enough they would see that the Crow appears to be crying as he mutters to himself. Whether the tears are from the pain or something else is difficult to tell...
Do you dare get close enough to find out?]
II: Wildcard
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Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4
It’s Time to D-D-D-Duel
A - Open
Yosuke had only dabbled in the VR tech, this was seriously something he’d normally see in anime or light novels. It was a new market as well, so it was definitely in its infancy compared to this. So while he didn’t know everything about this new gaming style, it had caught his attention a number of times and he played the game casually. It help that they had gaming cafés and the like reminiscent of home. Only, you know, with future VR stuff. But now there was a whole event in a pretty sweet amphitheater and everything looked amazing. Especially with the food and drinks being integrated seamlessly.
It was while he was at the betting stall, trying to decide if he wanted to take on a bet or just leave it when he started seeing the distortions. He squinted at the large monitor when it happened again. The chanting was also very off-putting and he was getting incredibly bad vibes. Even Jiraiya was making his concern known with the emoting within his mind. ’Yeah, me too buddy.’
He turned to the person who was also there at the stall. “Hey, am I seeing things or is there something weird happening on the screens?” He pointed to it, just as another distortion passed. “There! Did you see that?”
B - Closed to Souji
Waking up in someone’s arms wasn’t quite uncomfortable so much as just plain confusing. Mostly because he actually was warm and comfortable but a simple turn of his head to figure out who was big spooning him had him nearly scrambling out of bed because who the hell was this?! That’s when he noticed his body felt weird. Different than what he was used to and a simple look down had him let out a rather shocked (and high pitched) cry because those were breasts. His hair was also much longer and his new height was making him trip a little as he went right to the bathroom to see that yup. He was, in fact, a girl right now. An elven girl judging by the tips of his ears. What had him actually screaming and momentarily backing right into the sink to cling, however, was the centipede that crawled right out from the pillow that he’d just been laying out and scrambling right back to the other side of the bed to pull his companion because —
“Yo, there’s bugs in the bed, get out! C’mon, dude!”
Bugs were disgusting, but that didn’t tamper his reliability senses at least. Just don’t crawl near him please please please—!
RPG Simulator - Fair Maiden - Open
Well it’s a good thing Yosuke was familiar with RPGs because he made sure to do the usual menial level 1 tasks. Break jars and kill bees (and stuff like that). It wasn’t long before he had a high enough level and enough gold to get himself a way better outfit (minus the bow, dual wielding some chakrams!). But now came the time to do an actual quest that’d get him more gold and hopefully better gear. He sighed and glanced at his companion who also signed up for it.
“You know how to dance?” Yosuke knew how to dance, pretty well actually, but they had to infiltrate this place and if his companion couldn’t blend in then they’d get caught, right? He also wasn’t fond of revealing his outfit was. Girls, he’s really sorry. He knows better now.
Angle and Devil - A - Open
Yosuke had been helping with the evacuation. Jiraiya was out and also helping with the herding of panicked folk. But as his luck would have it, he couldn’t hide under Jiraya’s protective shadow (heh) the whole time and he had accidentally looked at the halo. He was still able to control Jiraiya to help escort, not quite seeing through him but still able to sense at least a little but it wasn’t very long before his Chroma ran out enough for Jiraya to disappear and Yosuke was stumbling around broken seats and VR debris, unable to tell if he was still heading for the exit.
At least his luck wasn’t so poor that he was unable to find what appeared to be shelter. He frequently tried to rub at his burning eyes, tears in response sliding down his cheeks. But he couldn’t see a thing. At least it was vague shapes and shadows, sort of like trying to see yourself through a super foggy mirror. “Gah, d-damn it! H-Hey! Can someone lend me a hand? I-I can’t see! Anyone?!”
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Minato Arisato | Persona 3
IT’S TIME TO D-D-D-DUEL
It was a nice distraction, this event. He was familiar with MMO’s due to “Maya” teaching him the ways of it through the dying game Innocent Sin Online. But VR was definitely new. Still, it would be something new to learn and he was curious how PVP would work in this setting. So, there was a young teen walking through the seats to find an empty one carrying one very large order of fries, burger, and a soda. What? He can totally put it away in his body. Just watch him! But he’ll also likely take up a whole two seats with his combination of body and food.
“Yes, it’s for me,” He would answer if questioned. But, “I can move it.”
At least he was thoughtful about it.
Sometime later, when he had downed all the food, he could found wandering the area to check out what else there is to offer. The fights were cool but he was more interested in how the VR worked with some of the other things (also he should walk off all the food he ate). He isn’t one for massages but he did like all the different food he saw. Will he get some more? Or do you know him and want to drag him away from being a pig?
Of course, his voracious appetite doesn’t stop him from noticing the distortions. He pulled the headset on and off, even reset it, but nothing seemed to stop the weird vision or chanting. He frowned and pulled clipped on the earphones that he originally had around his neck. Nope. He can still hear it?
“Excuse me, is your headset working right?” He’ll ask whomever is walking by. Is it only him?
I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL
There was a boy with a gun amongst the chaos. Minato made sure to find a relatively open space and he didn’t look up, not after seeing others lose their sight. The sound of a gunshot might not quite sound out of the ordinary depending on who else was here and possibly fighting back or taking advantage of the chaos, but the gun had been pointed to his temple. Once the shot fired, s small light explosion appeared on the other side, it wasn’t brain matter or anything of the sort. This wasn’t a real gun and Minato was very much still alive and still standing. Aside from a slight crazed and distant look on his face that faded after a few moments, Minato was unharmed. But there very much was a dark being above him with a nasty roar and a deadly sword. It charged up at Majestas.
Unfortunately, it didn’t get far and it soon stopped all together, hovering in the air. Minato fell to the ground with a cry, wings piercing his flesh as they broke free from his skin. Two from his back, followed from several more. Hot blood gushed from the now open wounds, he writhed as he tried to switch personas. Which one healed? He couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t find his Evoker.
Amongst the pain an intense and almost maddening sorrow took hold. He screamed and cried. This event was meant to distract him from the sadness of being alone and not remembered, he knew the others were trying despite not actually knowing him, but it hurt. It hurt.
He screamed louder, another pair of wings burst from his hips and Thanatos finally moved once more. This time it dove for the evacuating crowd, responding to the sorrow in its user’s soul.
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alisaie leveilleur | ffxiv | sanguis
▶ DUEL HER? I HARDLY KNOW HER
Alisaie has little interest in the actual game, but she's arrived for several important reasons. One, Alphinaud is going. Two, there's going to be more free food. And three, there is more technology to examine and marvel at.
So, if you've run into her brother feel free to mistake her for him. She can also be found near the gourmet tables, piling her plate high with familiar food stuffs, and trying those that are not familiar.
"Do you think this is an animal or a vegetable?" She asks someone nearly, looking at a purple-colored pate surrounded by crispy crackers. She's even so uncouth as to swipe a bit onto a cracker and then smell it, making a face.
▶ BUT I WAS ALREADY LEVEL 80!
Alisaie is one of the many that gets pulled into the Kingdom of Merkab. Her avatar is apparently married in game to Prompto's, which is sure to be a surprise for the both of them.
She looks human in game - she still has white hair, but it's in a long braid, and her eyes are red instead of purple. Once she gets familiar with screens and levels, she immediately marches over to the adventurers guild to find work. This girl is going to power level her way out of here.
So, feel free to help her sneak into a bordello, kill some goblins, or find her just beating up random wild animals for the EXP boost with a rapier she bought.
Once the banquet is announced, expect to find her there. Unlike at the LmaO tournament, she's not partaking of the food. She's got the best armor she can buy equipped, rapier at her side, frowning as she waits for something to happen.
And when it does, she's ashamed at the fact she's one of the Moonblessed who thinks, I want to go home. Truly home, back to the Source. Even as she then raises her voice to tell others "Don't fall for it!", Majestas bursts.
▶ SICK OF THESE MOTHERFUCKING WINGS ON MOTHERFUCKING LIONS
Alisaie bursts out next to the food table with a "Don't fall for it!", possibly startling people nearby or who were speaking to her, before Majestas appears. And his ethereal form and booming voice have her dropping her plate, summoning her rapier to her hand instantly. She's not about to get hit by a sin eater twice.
Once the crowds start surging away, though, she's there, making sure that people are getting out, grabbing people by the hands and hauling them away (or leading them, if blind). However, she's also going back every time, looking for her brother, Alphinaud. She can be heard calling his name above the din.
It's during one such trip back that she is seized with pain, doubling over and crying out as wings sprout from her body. They are bright red in color. She sprouts two sets from her back, as well as a pair from her wrists and from her ankles, and her eyes glaze over in pain before she becomes angry.
At this point, her rapier becomes a weapon, and she'll growl and slash at any other Moonblessed or Prismals that come near her. Feel free to get into a fight with her, but it will be Allen Walker who knocks her from her frenzy.
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Finn | Star Wars | Iris
▶ IT’S TIME TO D-D-D-DUEL [B]
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL [A]
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Ranpo Edogawa | Bungo Stray Dogs | OTA
[Ranpo wasn't interested in the gaming event going on, but he's been here long enough to know that he'd better stick close by anyway. It seemed as though whenever the moonblessed were involved with something, some bad actor would show up and make their lives hell. And he wanted to figure out what it would be, and so he stuck close to the arena while everything was going on.]
[Everything seems normal to him -- at least until everyone is returned, and the mysterious being in the lion mask is freed. Ranpo dashes inside to start helping with the evacuations -- but in the process, his eyes accidentally catch sight of that halo, and with a cry of pain, he doubles over holding his eyes.]
I... can't see...
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2. i can be ur angle | Elaran Amphitheater, 1/24 | OTA | cw: violence, gore, self-harm, intrusive thoughts
[Be it through help or some other means, somehow Ranpo makes it outside. He can't see, and he has no idea how permanent this may be. But he manages to stay calm, keeping himself out of the way and trying to reassure anyone nearby.]
[And that's when the pain starts.]
[It starts in his back, a horrible feeling as though he's been stabbed -- and it hurts enough in that moment to believe that he has been. He can't see what's really happening, after all. Falling to his knees, he cries out in agony as bloody wings burst through the back of his shirt, pouring blood down his back. He's not the only one being hit either -- but what the hell is happening!?]
H-Help... m-make it... s-stop...
3. Man Over-bored | Lunatia Hospital, 1/25 - 1/27 | OTA
[Although few injuries lingered after the mysterious wings sprouted from his body, Ranpo lost enough blood in the incident to require a few nights stay in the hospital. Maybe you're visiting him, or maybe you're visiting someone else. Or maybe you're a patient, too! But regardless, at some point you may pass by Ranpo's room, where a nurse has walked by and wonders out loud where he's gotten to this time.]
[And at that moment, you'll see Ranpo -- sitting in a wheel chair with a small IV cart dragging behind him, rowing down the hallway using a pair of crutches.]
[It seems someone's gotten a little bored.]
4. Wildcard | OTA
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Nie Mingjue | The Untamed | Sanguis
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL [B] - ROYAL BANQUET
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL [B] - WINGS & RAMPAGE
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The Doctor | Doctor Who | Cordis
II.-A A box with a view
[Not the first time she's gotten random VIP tickets to an event she probably shouldn't be at and probably wouldn't be the last. But she blends in well. She wanders around, looking at everything, nibbling this and that. Feel free to come up to her. Or, alternatively, she will spot a likely looking person and ingratiate herself by their side]
Heya! Great day for it, isn't it? You come here often?
II.-B Like a cutlery drawer for the soul (Locked to Finn)
[it's not the first time she's woken up without any idea she's been to sleep. It's also not the first time she's woken up beside someone and holding them close without any idea who they might be. They certainly don't smell familiar. She opens one eye at a squint and sees, at least from the back of the head, they don't look familiar either.
That doesn't mean they can't be familiar, because, on occasion, the Doctor has woken up to a stranger in a strange bed and a strange life she'd forgot she had. She hated it when that happened. But for now, it was best to pretend she was asleep and let him make the first move]
III. Choose your character
Well... this is a bit weird... Bit awkward, innit? [she's talking to herself, largely. Though you're free to hear her and say hi. She is combing her beard in the faint reflection of a tavern window, looking a little different from her current normal. Her voice still sounds the same though.
After that brief glance in the window, she'll be off--popping into and out of adventures. Want her to crash your party? Or grab your hand and run? This is what the Doctor is here for.]
IV. avenging angel
[she's hit in the middle of trying to help others out of the building in the surrounding chaos. Then she screams as pain rips through her and tawny wings rip through her body. It is as painful as it looks, and when it's done, she's kneeling on the ground, breathing hard.
She doesn't have much of a darker impulse except to stop those who are attacking others or each other. She will go out of her way to stop them without mercy because she is getting really tired of bullies]
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Noiz | DRAMAtical Murder | Iris
C - Thieving Cat
[Having woken up in the city of Abraxas as a blond catgirl wearing an outfit that leaves little to the imagination, Noiz is certain to give his new virtual body one heck of a patdown. It's weird to have no bulge between his legs, but the body's chest is nice and modest. He supposes he can deal with that.
If you're a fellow adventurer in this video game city, you just might run into a scantily clat blond catgirl beating up men in the alleys and rifling through their clothes and bags for gold and items. The blond tail swishes absently behind the woman's rear as she checks out each item and decides whether to add them to her inventory or discard. The woman's voice when she speaks is distinctly male. Yep, despite the body he wound up in here, he still sounds exactly like himself.]
Tch, I knew men were easy, but damn. Flash them a little or get suggestive and you might as well be leading them to slaughter by the dick.
[The cat ears twitch, and Noiz glances down at his chest.]
Hmm... I wonder how sex would feel like this.
D - Clawdine
[Whether it's at the outskirts of town or at the guild or having a hearty meal in a tavern, Noiz the catgirl is in search of someone to join his party and may approach you. Yes you, assuming you come across as relatively capable.]
Hey. You look useful. Join my party.
[The masculine voice that very much belongs to Noiz sounds dissonant coming from the mouth of someone with a female form. He flexes his fingers to show off the clawed rough knuckles/gauntlets on his hands.]
E - First Pains
[The wings start sprouting out of nowhere. The throbbing and pulsing of pain running through him holds his attention far more than the body horror of bloodstained feathery wings growing all over his body like some grotesque experimental mutation. The sensations are completely new to him, blowing away the foreign sensations he sometimes feels in his tongue with ease.
He buckles uncontrollably, staggering and reaching out to grab onto whatever's closest.
It's pain. He feels alive. Though he'll deny it up front, there is nothing he desires more than to feel and know pain. The winces and grimaces on his face are amazing. He lets out random laughs here and there as he carefully navigates his way through the crowds and outside the stadium, covered in blood from the bases of each sprouted wing.]
This is the best. It hurts.
[Unable to hold back a delirious laugh, Noiz smiles happily and tugs on a wing that makes him wince, moan and recoil from the pain.
Uh oh.]
[ooc: Fellow winged Moonblessed are welcome to touch him, but Kogami has dibs on touching him to dissipate the wings and cause them to recede.]
F - Wildcard
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Alphinaud Leveilleur | Final Fantasy XIV | Iris
▶Place Your Bets Here or Swap 'Em Out!
▶Listen, I just reached to lvl 70--- [RPG Simulator]
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Engineer | Team Fortress 2 | Sanguis
[A: OVERBOARD]
[Dell's never played LmaO. The concept of a virtual reality game fascinated the hell out of him, but otherwise he wasn't much of a gamer. That said, it's not hard for him to figure out something's not quite real once he wakes up.
The last thing he remembers is the seraphim. The first thing he sees is a gorgeous blonde woman, all wild curls and freckles, nudging him awake with a warm smile.
There's a lot of back and forth, insistence of mistaken identity, and the fact that he'd be very much reminded of the movie Overboard if he knew what it was. Eventually, though, he accepted defeat, and the beautiful woman's insistence that she was his wife, and the three small, grubby little boys clutching her skirts were his children.
He doesn't start reeling until he looks in the mirror and realizes he can't recognize himself. The only thing he recognizes about himself is that his hand and eye are no longer flesh and bone. They are, however, replaced with both an eyepatch and gnarled, magic wood for fingers.
No time to be stunned, though. Soon enough, his wife appears and shoves him out the door. Though she seemed sweet as pie on a normal day, she was already fairly riled up at Dell's confusion, and insists he needs to get out and get to work. Get them some gold, put food on the table. She pushes him out of the inn and slams the door behind him.
Out of frustration, he groans and kicks over a pot. ... Which instantly explodes, and two gold pieces pour out of it.
Huh.
Anyway, catch him out this shitty pretend town kicking pots over.]
[B: RESPAWN]
[It doesn't take him long to figure out this isn't real. Pot smashing eventually gets boring, especially when elderly women start to chase him off the street for breaking pottery. Eventually, Dell settles for trying to find Lady Lamarelle’s prized white tigris cubs from those nasty gremlins.
Gotta feed his not-quite-real children after all, huh?
Unfortunately, one of the gremlins gets the drop on him. It grabs him by the arm and, before the merc can turn around, drives a sharpened stick to his heart. For a fake reality, Engineer's pretty sure he can feel that stuck coming out of his chest. He's also pretty sure he can feel his heart stop. He hits the ground, and it only takes him a few seconds to stop breathing.
Then--
He's back in front of the inn. He gasps suddenly, grabs his chest and - nothing. No blood, no tear, no punctured heart, nothing.]
... Huh.
[Okay, this definitely isn't real. Give him a few. He's going back to the cave.
Did you happen to see him die? Don't worry about it now. He'll literally be back again in, like, ten minutes.
AKA right now.]
Alright. Bein' dead just got me mad. Y'all see a dead body around?
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Catra (She-Ra) | Rikka Takanashi (Love, Chuunibyo & Other Delusions) | Raphtalia (Shield Hero)
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Jin Guangyao | The Untamed | Cordis
[A. Time To Duel]
[Yeah, he's got nothing here. This is all very loud, very technologically advanced, and while he'd been reasonably sure he could handle it at first, it's all a little overwhelming. There's so much. He feels a bit dazed as he wanders about, his steps slow and sure like he's out for a stroll and betraying nothing of the bewilderment he feels.
The snacks are nice though. He's always had a bit of a sweet tooth, and while he can't even begin to name most of the snacks he's purchased, they at least Seem like they'll be good. He doesn't know what the hell a 'fried oreo' is but it seems like it'll make his teeth rot the second he bites into it so he's here for it.
He's hardly paying attention to the television feeds, honestly. They don't seem particularly orth his time, until at one point there's a sudden blaring of static like a scream, so sudden and brief that it catches Guangyao completely off-guard. It apparently catches a Prismal near-by off guard too, because they careen into Guangyao in their shock before they run off with a shouted apology. It'd be fine if it didn't send Guangyao stumbling a little--but most importantly, it's knocked the bag of sticky caramel popcorn out of his hands.
He watches in dismay as it goes flying--possibly into someone?? Oops--and hits the ground. Somehow this feels like a metaphor for his entire life, but he's not about to look that deeply into it. He just sighs deeply and debates if it's worth it to go get more before he flashes a perfected sheepish smile--with just a thint of dimples!--at whoever might've been the unfortunate victim of the sudden popcorn attack.]
I apologize. Are you alright? Does that sort of thing happen often...? [He glances warily to the TV screens.]
[B. Blinded By The Light]
[Welp.
That sure all happened?? What is he even supposed to feel about this? What the hell just happened and why? It's easy to see that this isn't part of the show, and Guangyao is quick to react. As much as saving his own skin might be preferred, he also can't in good conscious leave a bunch of innocent bystanders to die or wander around aimlessly, blind and scared.
Okay, well, he could, but he isn't going to. That'd look terrible, and honestly, in the first place, he's not terribly interested in meaningless deaths.
So Guangyao is quick to jump in and help people. If you've been blinded or injured, you might hear the gentle voice of a young man and an equally gentle touch on the arm for added stability or comfort. Despite the commotion going on around them, his voice is calm and soothing]
It's dangerous here, we should move to a safer location. May I help you?
[C. Let Me Be Your Wings]
[Jin Guangyao was a man who prided himself on control. Even in the most dire of circumstances he almost never let his anger or his despair or anything get the better of him. Everything was calculated, everything carefully contained; he showed only as much as he needed to. Most of the time.
He's not entirely sure what's happened. One minute he's more or less alright, the next minute there was a great, pure white wing ripping through the back of his robes-- and, more importantly, out of his back. The pain is blinding, bringing him to his knees and causing his vision to go blurry with a mix of the pin and the sudden onset of unshed tears.
His fingers claw against the ground, eyes staring blankly at the pool of blood beginning to form beneath his hands as it streams down his back and arms to blot the ground. The wing is large, but crooked, stained with his own blood and tainting the pure whiteness of it. It looks oddly-- broken? And there's only the one, given the impression like one's been ripped clean off.
He struggles to his feet, telling himself he's had worse. He's definitely had worse. But he gets maybe three steps away before the entire wing shifts and causes a spasm of pain down his spine that has him collapsing to his knees with a gasp of pain again.
...Stubbornly, however, he continues to try, not matter how many times he falls to his knees, though he doesn't seem to have an idea of where to go, exactly, aside from 'away.']
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weiss schnee | rwby
( A: START GAME )
[ It's like a dream, really... Weiss wakes up and finds herself in an unfamiliar place, and it's deja vu. This time, she's not on a moon, but on a bed? In a hotel room? That part, she's not really sure of, but it seems that she's not alone. Whoever else is with her in the room, she immediately pushes off the bed. Sorry, but the foreign arm on her waist? No, thank you.
When she gets up, she looks at herself in the mirror and realises that... she's not herself. Her hair is still white, but it's tied in a way that she... likely never would, if she had control. The scar on her left eye is missing—somehow not a relief, because it's a mark of a very important battle in her life. The white cloak look torn and tattered, and why is she wearing black bathing suit...?
The moment she looks up, she's able to read the following words: ]
snow angel (LVL. 1)
HP: 13/13
MP: 20/20
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 15
Vitality: 10
Magic: 20
Spirit: 20
Luck: 3
Strengths: Can fit in small spaces
Weaknesses: Dogs
What's with this? [ Weiss may have watched Ruby and Yang play video games, but she... still has no idea wtf these words and numbers mean. ] Hey, [ she calls over to the other person in the room. If they're still sleeping after pushing them off, then she will rattle them awake. ] What's this box on top of my head?
( B: LVL UP! )
[ It takes a long time for Weiss to bring out her weapon from the inn. It's a giant silver scythe, after all. It's a weapon she's completely unfamiliar with, and unfortunately, before she's even allowed to go to the adventurer's guild (there seems to be an invisible wall blocking her from entering...), she has to level up to 7. At least, that's what the guy at the lobby of the inn told her.
It just so happens that close to the inn is a grassy field where "fiends" roam about. She's suggested to form a party with someone, which she 100% takes the advice of, because she can barely even lift her weapon... god help her. How does Ruby fight using a scythe?! It's so heavy!
If someone so much as passes by and has a higher strength stat than her, she will call their attention. ]
The guy said I need to level up. I don't even know what that means! [ All said with a pout and all. ] Form a party with me.
[ A window then pops up! ]
JOIN snow angel?
▶ Yes! It would be an honour.
▶ No. You look poor.
( C: MY BABIES! )
[ BY SOME MIRACLE... Weiss is now level 7 and is finally allowed inside the adventurer's guild. She's told that she just needs 3 more levels and she can promote herself to a different class! Once again... it's lingo she's not familiar with, but it sounds like a way to get stronger, so okay. . . she wants to get promoted!
She once again needs to team up with someone as she takes on a request. Whoever has also accepted the "My Babies!" quest is now teamed up with Weiss. At the very least, leveling up to 7 has now given her a few abilities: LVL 1 CURE, LVL 1 FIRE, LVL 1 BLIZZARD, LVL 1 THUNDER
So now, partnered up with someone else who's accepted the task, she travels to the Cursed Cavern of Mordeus to slay the gremlins! On the way there, though... ]
The map says there's a "treasure chest" near here. We should check it out.
[ LET'S GET SOME LOOT. ]
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Lobelia | Granblue Fantasy
IT'S TIME TO D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D
RPG SIMULATOR 2.0
I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL
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Akira Fudo | Devilman Crybaby | Cordis
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL - A
[Akira remained in the spectator stands; he's not much of a gamer and this seemed like the kind of thing that was more fun to watch than participate in. But when the huge figure of Majestas appears, Akira stands up in his seat, teeth bared into fangs. Should he transform and fight? With Devilman's strength, he could take on any enemy, regardless of size.
What becomes more urgent is the falling debris. Noticing a huge chunk of the roof caving in right down above them, Akira yells to a person nearby to get their attention.]
Watch out!
[His reflexes are lightning fast, snatching them up and diving to safety. It's a painful tumble through the stands as they land, but it beats getting crushed to death.]
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL - B
[Akira focuses on leading as many of the injured as he can to safety, carrying those who can't walk or letting them lean on him for support. He's heading for the exit when his body is suddenly convulsed by a splitting pain, sending him to his knees. Huge, leathery bat wings tear from his shoulders with a pain he's never felt before, torn skin and muscle showering him blood. He snarls in agony as more wings appear, seemingly all over his body -- from his arms, his ankles, his head, more along his torso.
Red. He can only see red. In the haze of pain and confusion, he has only the demonic instincts to lash out, or fuck something, even both. And those he was once helping are suddenly targets: eyes blank white, blood sluicing from his skin, he drags himself to his feet and lunges for the nearest bystander with a bestial roar.]
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Dale Cooper | Twin Peaks | Ang
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Dale cooperated quite affably with all the tests, and has been shown to his living quarters. He doesn't have much to do there at the moment, though, so he only stays long enough to make note of the location and give it all a cursory glance before going out to explore. He didn't hold any expectations about what another world would be like at all, so nothing is a shock or a disappointment, only a marvel, as he takes in every detail, making note of things he'd like to explore further once he's gotten his bearings. His meandering is both practical and whismsical: he's glad to spot the hospital, and thoroughly intrigued by the Greatmoon Groves.
Every now and then, though, he'll catch a whiff of something delicious, and it makes his stomach take notice. The last meal he remembers having was at the Great Northern before the beauty pageant, and that was hours ago. He's starting to feel a bit peckish. Without hesitation or reserve, he approaches the closest person and taps them politely on the shoulder, greeting them with a warm, apologetic smile when they turn to face him.
"Excuse me? Hello. Sorry to trouble you, but I just arrived, and I'm looking for a good, reasonably priced dining establishment. Preferably one with excellent coffee."
(A)
[when Dale receives his tickets, it's a learning opportunity he doesn't dare pass up. he heads for the stadium and is shown to the VIP box, where he grabs himself a complimentary beverage and moves for the closest open window seat, peering out through the glass]
This is incredible! I've never seen anything like it. Is there any way I could get a copy of the rules? I feel like I should be able to spectate properly.
(B)
[he wakes up as a swarthy fellow with a fabulous moustache, but he hasn't quite noticed that yet. he's only noticed the distinct warmth of another body next to his. carefully, he rolls away onto his back to stare at the ceiling and think. where is he? what's the last thing he remembers? ... he needs to sort his own thoughts out before he can do anything else. since another person is involved, he has to handle this strange turn of events with absolute care and respect. ... feel free to be the one he's trying not to freak out.]
(A)
[the moment Dale sees structural damage beginning to occur, he addresses whoever happens to be around him]
Everyone, I know this isn't looking good, and we have got to go, but we need to do it as quickly and calmly as we can. The last thing we need is a mass panic - the more we keep calm, the less likely anyone is to get hurt.
[he scans the arena quickly, looking for the nearest exit - or anyone who might need help]
(B)
[once the people he was with are evacuated, Dale's one of those fools volunteering to go back in. only he heads for the stands, moving up the aisle with the practiced speed of someone who's dealt with dangerous terrain before, his eyes already on someone to assist -
- and his eyes widen as they begin to grow wings. maybe they won't need help after all, he thinks: maybe they can just fly out. and then there's the screaming. ... okay, maybe not. he doubles his speed and sprints to their side]
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I'ziva Ganjai | Final Fantasy XIV | Sanguis
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allumette honeycutt | ffxiv | iris
› 1. toil a little longer - level 2, nondescript furnaces
› 2. stop-gap - elaran amphitheater
› 3. dappling - elaran amphitheater
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Lucy/Nyuu Elfen Lied | Iris
[OOC: Plotting Comment]
A. LmaO (Lucy or Nyuu)
((OOC: Honestly, I can't come up with anything interesting for Lucy/Nyuu by herself, so I don't have any of my own set plans for them while they're in the game. Feel free to wildcard it or hmu if you want to plan things. Just know her avatar looks drastically different from her real appearance.))
B. Winged Madness (DNA Voice) | (CW: Violence, blood, gore, & possible spouting of Diclonius superiority.)
[Kill them all. It's killed or be killed. Hear my voice, you were born to take lives.
That was the last thing Lucy would remember hearing before giving in to the pain from the three pairs of wings that had sprouted from her back, white feathers tinged red from all the blood. The DNA Voice had full control now, roused by the sudden onset of violent urges bombarding Lucy's mind, and with the Voice possessing her came even more changes to her appearance besides the wings. Eyes that were completely black. Dark-colored spider veins on her face, stretching from the corners of her eyes. All that combined with her already-longer horns, she truly looked like some sort of dark entity.
None of the Prismals fleeing from the amphitheater stood a chance against the DNA Voice's vectors. Some were cut in half horizontally, others' heads went rolling or bouncing somewhere along the ground, and others yet were simply torn apart in a spray of red. Even when they made it out of the building, they were still being mowed down as the DNA Voice flew over them with a malignant grin, vectors tearing through them like tissue paper. Some characters might be able to see the vectors, while others might not.]
I will destroy you all!
[The DNA Voice loudly declares to no one in particular, just saying it for all to hear, except it doesn't sound like Lucy's, or Nyuu's, voice at all. It sounds like a bunch of unfamiliar voices speaking as one. The bloodstained figure hovers up in the air with each flap of its wings, but doesn't do anything yet, like a cat swatting a mouse around before it goes in for the kill, malignant grin spread across its lips as it revels in the fear.]
You are all weak.
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Sandalphon | Granblue Fantasy
A. New Challenger Approaches
[ Sandalphon has, by now, heard of video games. He's known a certain gaming expert since his arrival in Lunatia, but his awareneas is peripheral at best. So when he's cajoled into participating in a tournament by Prismals whose team is short members, he doesn't expect to be presented with the sort of equipment that's been placed into his hands. ]
What in the blue sky is this?
[ He turns the VR helmet about between his hands, expression broadcasting his skepticism. Having been busy running his business, he didn't participate in the previous matches, and the way he tugs at cords and straps like the foreign objects they are makes one other thing clear.
Sandalphon has no idea what he's supposed to do with this. ]
B. A Whole New World
[ The peculiar visual disruptions had been one thing. Unfamiliar as he is with the technology, Sandalphon had chalked those up to part of the experience. But now the world looks a little too real, as he stands outside the inn he'd awakened in, and he doesn't know what to make of this.
Moreover, he doesn't know what to do with the way his body seems...overlarge. And he has a ring on one finger, for some reason. Oblivious to his surroundings, he turns his hands about under his scrutinizing gaze, frowning at them. Thus far, he hasn't seen a mirror, but his features very strongly resemble someone else.
Feel free to bump into yet another instance of this same face on someone new. He certainly makes for a good roadblock, preoccupied as he is. If you're extremely unfortunate, he might swat you right in the face while trying to wave away those words and numbers that keep hovering in his field of vision. ]
C. Trolling the Gremlins
[ The tasks issued in Abraxas are surprisingly similar to those he'd expect the Captain to accept at home. With the pressing need for currency, and the incredible inconvenience of needing to eat and sleep, Sandalphon takes to the most acceptable work given. That is, of course, anything combat-oriented.
It makes for a good way of growing stronger as well, apparently, as those numbers that never seem to leave him continue to go up.
After bumping into a group of gremlins, you may think you're in trouble. But out of the shadows comes a tall figure wielding daggers, cutting down several of the creatures and creating an opening. Sandalphon has never chosen his strengths for himself, but getting the drop on enemies is an obvious reason to pick a certain "class". ]
Come, before they regroup.
[ Forgive him, he doesn't know the proper vernacular is respawn.
He certainly looks like Lucifer... Or is that Lucio? The intense look in his eyes fits neither. ]
D. Relevant Experience
[ It seems they've been freed from that strange game, only to find themselves in the middle of hell breaking loose. Is that quite right when wings are bursting out of people in bizarre shapes and locations? Sandalphon doesn't know. But he has a very particular set of skills and personal experience when it comes to removing others' wings.
It hadn't ever been because they were going berserk before, but Sandalphon doesn't concern himself with that. Instead, he gets between the nearest affected Moonblessed and their unfortunate target, purple blades rivaling his own size hovering behind him. ]
I'm a far more suitable target, wouldn't you say?
[ And he just so happens to have a skill that increases hostility directed toward himself. ]
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Aisha Landar | Elsword | Sanguis
▶ IT'S TIME TO D-D-D-DUEL
[A]
[ She honestly didn't see what the big deal was.
Okay, cool, large arena with flashing lights and stuff. The game was definitely not something she really understood the appeal of, though.
But eh, she was invited and she didn't have anything better to be doing, so she decided to come here and see what all the rage was about. At least there was food. She could munch on something while she was watching the game.
For the time being, she is quietly watching in the Skybox, though her expression probably seems a little bored. It was cool, she just didn't really see anything that struck her interest just yet. ]
[B]
[ What had happened before she awoke, she barely remembered. It felt as though she had been falling forever ... And then it was dark.
At least she was in bed when she came to ... But once she woke up, she realized two things:
One, there was a complete lack of magical energy in her body. After being able to sense that in droves before, it was disorienting and very, very concerning. It was almost as if she were a child again, having just lost her power to the Ring of Mimir ...
The second thing she realized was that she was not alone in this bed. This, of course, had a more immediate reaction. She did not recognize the face next to her, and as such, she shrieked and immediately pushed the other person out of the bed and onto the floor, scurrying away as quickly as she could. ]
G-Get out of my bed!!
[ The lack of magical energy could be figured out later. This was more pressing right now. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of the change she'd just undergone ... ]
▶ RPG SIMULATOR 2.0
[A]
[ Once she started realizing what was going on, She was not happy about it at all. She recognized the scenery from the game that she had been watching, and some of the names sounded familiar, so she was able to come to a conclusion about what had happened fairly quickly.
As somebody who had been in dangerous situations before, this was something she could deal with. What she couldn't deal with, however, was the fact that her only weapon was a wooden sword.
Aisha was not a swordswoman. That honor went to her friends. She had absolutely no formal swordsmanship training, and even holding the wooden sword in her hands felt completely foreign to her. If she were meant to be a mage in this world, she would have probably figured out some of her abilities already, but the lack of magical energy at all within her made it very clear that magic was not in her future.
Still, the plan now was to make sure she could survive in this place. She stood at the guild, making a face at both possible quests she could take. Both were doable, but ...
One of them required combat, the other required being sneaky and being able to act. She could probably handle being sneaky and acting the part if she knew more about this place and its customs.
Once again, if she were in her normal world, both quests would have been easy, but ... In this place, she literally knew nothing. She could try and practice whacking some low-level enemies around and see if she could get herself into a position where she could handle herself against the enemies for the first quest, but ...
Well, you see her issue.
If she were to get a party of like-minded people together, however ...
That is when she turns to you. Yes, you. She's not in a good mood, but she needs to do something. ]
Are you thinking of taking any of these on?
[B]
[ Wild card for the next few days!! Do you want to help her train? Go shopping? Gather cooking ingredients? Hit her up! ]
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Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard | Cordis
[a: untitled simulator game]
(i. bordello)
[After finding himself pulled into the game world as a spectator - Ren had a team in the event, but it was a team of Prismal representatives from his shop, because he's a bit picky about the tournament legwork he does himself - Ren had quickly figured that it was time to start working by the game rules. The options at the Adventurer's Guild were quite thin on the ground, so Ren picked the option he'd actually be able to do well at regardless of physical attributes, and he's really probably just dragged along whoever happened to be in the vicinity at the time to be his partner.
So now he's outside the bordello with whichever lucky Moonblessed he dragged into this (or who came along with him willingly, because hey, it's money), the purple dancer's outfit suiting him oddly well. He's even pulled his hair up into a pretty little twist that looks a bit more suited to the setting, and he's checking his outfit in the reflection of a nearby window.]
Think we should've asked for lipstick too, or is it fine like this?
(ii. banquet)
[Ren shows up to the banquet in much better shape than he came to this world in - what's he been doing for the past week? Who knows, but someone probably lost their money in a way they're not entirely satisfied with, and it also probably involved card-based gambling. Either way, he turns up dressed appropriately, and is happy enough to mingle around the party while they figure out what exactly the root of all this is, striking up conversation with whoever happens to be near him at the table.]
So did they tell you much about this banquet, or was everyone you met as weirdly quiet about it as all the ones I met?
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[b: rouge angles of satin]
[Ren is not unused to suddenly being booted from one world to another, so he's less disoriented than some might be when he returns to the amphitheater. Shielding his eyes from the blinding halo, he lets out a discontented hiss and starts moving through the seats, watching the winged carnage break out around him with an unimpressed air.]
What a boring show...
[Nonetheless, since he seems to be unaffected, he figures he's best off figuring out how to do something about this wings business, and the first person he comes across happens to be a Prismal. It's enough to tell him that touch is the solution - which doesn't really surprise him in this place anymore - and so he moves out to deal with things from there.
He approaches any madness-affected Moonblessed with a more cautious air and a wide berth, making sure that if they want to lash out at him, they're not going to be the one with the advantage going in.]
What is it you want? Come, tell me. [Mostly so he's in touching range. That's his priority here.
As for those who aren't maddened and are visibly just suffering with the wings, he offers a hand out to them, possibly leaning across rows or otherwise awkward positions to do so. A stadium isn't the most helpful place for this sort of thing to happen in.]
Take my hand and it'll be over.
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Soundwave | Transformers IDW | Iris
I - Walking space heater (open to one)
[He could barely remember what happened before he stirs awake from a splitting headache. He knew he was spectating a game but not much else. A hand comes up to his forehead as he groans, and that's when he noticed something... odd.
His hand is... flesh.
Then, he notices three things after the fact: he's on a bed, he's in a human avatar, and there are foreign arms around his hand... A distinct warmth pressing against his back. There is, in fact, someone hugging him. A simple head turn to figure out who it is that's big spooning him has an immediate reaction from him. The face is not one he recognized, and so, he physically pushes the stranger away and scrambles himself out of the bed.]
Who are you? And what am I doing here?
[Why is he in his avatar and why he couldn't dematerialize could be questioned later, being in an unknown location with a stranger is much more pressing. Though, unbeknown to Soundwave, his avatar looks different than she was previously... And words and numbers are floating next to him.]
Level one Bunny
HP: 15
MP: 50
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 21
Luck: 5
II - Fetch Quest
[To say Soundwave is pissed is an understatement. Waking up in an avatar vastly different than his own is strange, not only that, though Cybertronians do need to eat and sleep, it's an inconvenience that he needs to do them as often as a human needs, and worse of all, even in a game world, his avatar has a pair of bunny ears. Though he's taken some tasks and earned enough gold to no longer be in rags, he's still pressed for money.
Though he's not in a good mood, he needs to suck it up and do something with all those inconveniences at hand. Soundwave accepted works to his capabilities- tasks involving fetching items. He's too weak for combat situations, and there's no way he's going to wack low-level monsters with his stick. Plus, he's the type to leave innocent monsters alone.
The current quest he took will need him out of the village, gathering cooking ingredients that may or may not be infested with monsters. A problem.]
Hey, I'm weak... [Said in the flattest tone ever to a capable and higher statted adventurer.] Form a party with me.
III - Looting
[After going solo and running around grabbing items for some time, Soundwave is now level 12, promoted himself to the Mage class and has purchased a decent mage gear. Now, and even learned a couple of useful spells:
Level 1 Thunder, Level 1 Ice, Level 1 STR UP, Level 1 SPD UP, Level 1 Cure, Level 1 DEF DOWN
He's staring up the taskboard, looking for tasks more combat-oriented. There's a hunt quest slaying aa group of gremlins after they've ransacked the nearby's villager's farm. This makes for a good way of getting stronger without killing innocent monsters. He glances over to the adventurer next to him]
Are you thinking of taking on the quest? [...] It is best to not go alone.
IV - Tavern
[After a successful quest, Soundwave then visits the local tavern for a drink or two... or several. After his fourth or so ale, his head is laying on the table, face flushing full-red as he stares at nothing in particular. ]
This entire thing is ridiculous...
[And he's going to mumble things about wanting to go home or ranting about this game world and such.]
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Riku Replica | Kingdom Hearts | Iris
A. "Wake Up, [FIRSTNAME]!" (open to 1 person only, crosscanon highly welcome and encouraged!)
B. Choose Your Own Adventure (open to all)
C. The Fire and Fight Inside Me (open to all, only 1 for curing him/taking him down) (warnings: violence, body horror)
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Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney | Cordis
rpg simulator 2.0
I can be your angle or yuor devil
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i. [Given Dorian's complete lack of interest in the tournament he can be found engaging in his own famous pastime of self-indulgence; nibbling on finger snacks, drinking an alcoholic beverage, and luxuriating in massages. Clearly previous experiences were not learning experience, but it is always a gamble as to whether or not the refreshments in the world were normal or if they were spiked with something and he wasn't about to deprive himself because of it.
Feel free to join him, steal his snacks, or foil his massage.]
ii. [Though not thoroughly invested in the match, from time to time he glanced at the screen to watch for the entertainment value if nothing else. This meant he caught on to the curious glitches, thinking nothing of them until the distortions became more pronounced and the voice became something difficult to ignore. Difficult because it seemed as though the residents weren't perturbed at all making it seem as though this was something happening inside of his own head...and rarely was it a good sign when mages began hearing things in their own head.
He wanted to address it, perhaps find one of his fellow Moonblessed to see if he was going crazy or if there was a genuine cataclysm that didn't impact the residents at all, but as usual, fell on them as the burden. The last thing he could recall before hurtling into an abyss was a creature he didn't recognize and a pair of star-speckled eyes that seemed to pull him in. Then it was like being overcome by a dark and dreamless sleep.
Dorian couldn't recall ever having a dreamless sleep, a sleep that was dark and absent the vividness of his usual dreams. Between untroubled and colorless sleep and a warm body tucked next to him he had no intention of waking up in spite of the situation. He was completely unaware of the fact that, while he still resembled himself, he had the makings and trappings of what could have been a desire demon with a prehensile tail that may or may not be curled around his bed companion.]
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i. Class: Demon
LvL: 1
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 12
Willpower: 21
Magic: 25
Cunning: 15
Constitution: 12
Weakness: Paralysis and Lightening/Electrical Attacks
[Aside from this irritating box of statistics following him around constantly reminding him he didn't have his mage abilities and was operating at the bare minimum in terms of power, Dorian had to deal with the fact that he resembled a specific class of demon he was familiar with and that came garbed only with their adornment and no proper clothing. He would have settled for the traveler's rags, not that he would have been entirely content, of course not, but he would have been clothed. Then there was the issue with weapons, Dorian had none, not even a staff...because the class of demon he was did not require the use of one even though staves were excellent conduits. Mages, of course, did not need staves either so he supposed he could go without even though it would have boosted his magical statistics.
He discovered he had a few abilities at this point, the ability to tap into someone's yearnings and create an allure and an arcane shield, both of which were relatively useless to him at this point unless he wanted to seduce someone who was wealthy, that had some benefit, but his sensibilities wouldn't allow that. Not yet anyway. The one thing he couldn't complain about too much was that he still resembled himself, in spite of the ethereal glow about him and the color of his eyes.
Given that his only recourse was to take on missions in order to elevate himself Dorian went to the guild to check the availability of missions and the current options:
Tigris Cubs vs Love Letter.
Not one to meddle in the grotesque affairs of love and with either option being unappealing, Dorian settled for the cubs...though perhaps he should have thought this through more carefully.]
I wonder if gremlins are susceptible to seduction...or maybe I can throw a shield up and hope that they're stupid enough to run into it and knock themselves out.
[He says to no one in particular, though maybe you're a traveling companion, maybe you're after the same quarry, or maybe you've notice that Dorian just isn't as equipped as he could be and decide to take it upon yourself to white knight him. Choose your adventure.]
ii. [However the adventure goes everyone is richer by 1000G, in possession of a Tigris cub minion, and an exclusive invitation to a Royal banquet that the locals know nothing about. Suspicious as that is Dorian is more concerned with other things and that includes securing creature comforts for as long as he's here. So with his well-earned gains, he purchased clothing designed to fit his new body while taking up employment with the local brothel where there's a roof, a rather pleasant room, pleasurable company, and drinks enough to keep him occupied.
You might see him around town, fully dressed, gathering information or if your inclinations lean that way (or you're stalking him) you might discover Dorian has taken up with the brothel. It's an appropriate use of his talents, or so he's inclined to believe.]
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGEL OR YOUR DEVIL
i. [As the time of the banquet approached Dorian had leveled up quite a bit, attaining a few spells in his arsenal that were a bit more offensive and a tidy wardrobe that enabled him to cover his body more appropriately. If he was going to be attending such a lavish event he should at least be covered as the near-nudity of his starter clothing was unbecoming in such a setting. His first instinct, which was his go-to in most cases, was to snatch up a glass of wine and eye his surroundings.
It did not escape his notice that something was amiss. In fact, to him, it was very obvious as a man of nobility and with experiences in grand banquets such as this exactly what should have been there but was not.]
Odd, isn't it? This is a castle, but all I've seen thus far are knights and servants [he scanned the room suspicious] not a single noble in sight, nor anything resembling a ruler. Funny isn't it? Asking about town no one seemed to have the faintest clue about this banquet either.
[He'll gladly speak casually to anyone near enough to talk to all while sipping wine like things were completely normal.]
ii. [And Maker did he hate being right at times, not that he could predict King Majestas's intentions or what he would do he didn't trust him to the same effect that he didn't trust the entirety of their situation not that there was much room to respond to the curiosity and the impending threats. Before he knew it he was swept up in the whirling confusion along with everyone else, back in the amphitheater. Dazed, confused, no bearings about him as he blinked about owlishly trying to clear his head and return to the reality of the situation...here he was on the same day and time he'd been spirited away to that fever dream reality.
It felt like so much time had passed there, but none had passed in reality, his drink and food were right where he left them, just as they were, with Dorian back to his perfectly handsome self perfectly tail-free.
One would think this would be a relief, but apparently his skylarking in the Simulator had not been a fever dream and Majestas managed to crack his way out as well. Instinct told him to take cover, but apparently light moved faster than his legs could carry him and as much as he would have liked to have dodged the halo and its effects he wasn't quick enough, shielding his eyes only after catching a glimpse of the blinding light.
And it was truely blinding.
Seeing nothing was quite possibly one of the most horrifying experiences Dorian could imagine...well aside from being the recipient of blood magic and the other noises rising above the blaring wave of terror. It sounded like madness, it sounded like a threat he couldn't see, but he was surrounded by it and there was little he could do about it. Oh surely he could volley off some fireballs, but doing so blindly into a crowd of panic-stricken individuals would only be the worst of ideas.
The only thing he could do was keep his magic close, summoning it to his hands in the event of a threat if he couldn't shove the threat away first.]
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Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives | Cordis
1. Fear not, he lied
[Curiosity. That is Jon's gift and his weakness. He hadn't intended to go to the amphitheatre, but the sight of that symbol on the screens, a symbol he recognised from the Tower, had sent him there, just in time to be caught in the evacuation.
And how can he look away from the creature that emerges, like something from the book of Revelations, or one of the occult texts of which Jon has read many? How can he look away when his purpose is to watch and experience and Know?
And that is when the pain begins. A scream wrenches its way free of Jon's throat as his skin splits and tears and gore-slick wings erupt from his back, black and displaying a pattern of terrible staring eyes across the feathers.
The real eyes when it can finally stand again, are no less terrible. Dark pits of hunger and terror. The Archivist is hungry, and there are so many stories that people are hiding.]
[OOC: If you would like to have a hungry monster drag a statement from you, lmk!]
2. Blue Moon - Cordis or Triple Moon
[This is getting ridiculous. More ridiculous. Everything is ridiculous!
The Cordis moon rises and with it comes another few days of transformation and discomfort. He's still aching and sore and hungry from the injuries sustained at the amphitheatre, and this doesn't help. Especially when this time, in addition to the feathers and the tail and the cat-like eyes, he's graced with a pair of fluffy red and black-tipped fox ears on top of his head, which move and twitch and give away every emotion he's feeling; laying back in annoyance or fear, or twitching towards any remotely interesting sound he might have picked up.
He tries to maintain his dignity at least, not that he's ever really had much.
He heads to the Library as usual, still working his way through piles of notes and books to find out as much as he can.
And he can often be found heading down into Caihong for food, and browsing the shops and market stalls there for anything interesting or, potentially, horrific.
He seems a little on edge though, sometimes spotting a person and staring hungrily at them, before turning away with a great deal of effort and heading swiftly in another direction.]
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Gwenhwyfar | Original
A - Back on Lunatia (non event prompt)
[ When not with Gawain, Gwenhwyfar can still be seen near the edge of the forests, walking in the park. This would be her usual twice a day stroll around the park -- anyone that comes to the park regularly will always see Gwenhwyfar around this time, quietly keeping to herself and pointedly avoiding conversation.
Except for this time, Gwenhwyfar is adorned in a white cloak that's seen better days. The ends are tattered and the cloth is worn, suggesting that she's worn it many times in various types of weather, which isn't too far off. But perched up under her chin, held close to her heart is a strange tussle of white fur... if it doesn't blend in so well with her white hair, that is.
She is occasionally stopping to scritch the little animal several times. Or may even be cuddling him in her arms to keep him warm. Just don't stop her in the midst of it. In between her gushing over the creature and the excited chrips of "fou!" Gwenhwyfar will stop her gushing to snap up at a stranger with a flat expression. The way they both turn to look may look familiar. ]
What are you looking at?
B - Evacuation!
[ The seraphim -- she's heard the word before. Maybe it was associated with the Christian's god or it was another name to describe her demon father, at one point. All she can recall was Myrddin's stories of the seraphim and Watchers.
No sensible Nephilim would be caught around either. While that falls back to her mind, thankfully, for the Moon Knights, Gwenhwyfar is very quick on her feet and very strong. Lifting grown adult men nearly twice her size is no issue for her. Today, it's the first time she can say she's grateful for having one eye. The halo had no effect on her. Thank goodness for some lack of depth perception.
What others may not realize, however, the spurts of strength and speed, it's starting to take a toll on her. Each time she stops to help someone, her hands are starting to violently shake.
Something is not right and she won't admit that. Should you be blinded, Gwenhwyfar isn't going to wait for you to say anything, she closes in on you so fast that she leaves a slight breeze. So sudden, yet gentle in her fierce tug to pull you up. ]
Come with me -- we're leaving!
C - Wraiths Watch in Envy
[ She could still argue that she's had worse.
But Gwenhwyfar finds it not at all surprising that something has struck her and she hadn't had the strength to pick herself back up. When her arms burn with pain as if something was tearing them apart from under her skin, she turns back to see something that genuinely startles her.
Wings? Oh, no. No, no, no! She had her humanity, the one thing that set her apart from the being that fathered her was that Gwenhwyfar had a human form. And the fear of it distorting something horrifying always haunted her, each time she pushed her body to limits. And now?
It's coming. It's coming, the demon from deep within and all of her rage and sorrow that she had buried below was coming to the surface. Scrambling, she pulls herself up from her stomach, resting on her legs and begins to seize the wings as the start to protrude and grow from her pale skin. To make it worse was the blood that poured too fast from her body, bright, red blood against her white skin. She was panicking, nearly sobbing as she started to rip the extra limbs from her own body with such strength that her own blood splattered all over. ]
No. No. NO.
[ It's leaving her with no choice to heal her body, Gwenhwyfar doubling over in pain against the ground, her body marred with horrific wounds as her back cracked. She slams the ground so hard that the concrete beneath her. Blood in her mouth, dripping from the corner of her lips, blooming from her brow, and blurring her sight with bloody tears. It overtook her before she had a chance to even reason with herself.
As her body slowly started to mend itself together, the further she drifted away from her consciousness.
The next person that approaches her, Gwenhwyfar wastes no time on hurling herself at them, bellowing.
All she wants is blood, flesh, or anything that her hands can reach. She will rip and tear to relieve herself of the pain and leave whoever she touches in a bloody pulp. ]
D - Wildcard
[ If you want a non-event prompt or you're looking for general interaction before, during, or after the event, you're welcome to it :) ]
[ ooc; Gwen's a strong half-demon but rendering her unconscious or getting her back to human will stop her. If your character specializes in magic or is nonhuman themselves, they'll be very capable of stomping Gwenhwyfar! If you have any questions regarding that, you can get ahold of me on rainbowillness (plurk) or of borrowed light#9201 (discord!) ]
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Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher
▶ It’s Time to D-D-D-Duel [A] | OTA
[ By now, Geralt is used to the constant flow of festivities. Not to his taste at all, but it's not like he has other things to occupy him. Without anywhere to ride to, he's...stuck. He hates the feeling. It makes him restless. So if he can't ride, he can at least have food and wine.
You can find him with a drink in his hand lurking in a far corner, peering at the images on the—what is that, glass? Must be. It's flat and reflects the light, but there's clearly some kind of illusion or projection casted on it. It's also pretty clear he's got no idea what's happening with all the commotion down there. All he's gathered is it's a competition of some kind and wagers have been made. It reminds him of tournaments held by noblemen.
You might find him by the food, too. If you do, he's probably sniffing a pastry of some kind curiously. ]
▶ I Can Be Your Angle or Yuor Devil [A] | Locked [Tifa Lockhart]
[ The shift in the air prickles his skin seconds before the cracks of light filter through. There's a moment where he thinks it's just a part of the fanfare—whole damn place is full of flashing lights—but the quiet hum of his medallion says otherwise. There's just enough time for him to blink before the light pierces right through the roof. It's bright. Bright enough his vision lights up white, a sharp heat searing his eyes.
Ow. Shit. What—? He blinks once, twice, and by the third time, he realizes: it's not clearing up. Which is—fuck. The chaos around him isn't helping; he might not be able to see, but he can hear the panic spreading. More than that, he can smell blood. Not belonging to one person either. His own, definitely, too, because when he touches just under his eyes, his fingers come away wet.
He struggles to orient himself with the footsteps he can hear moving. He moves them as best he can, which turns out to be not very well. People bump into him left and right, and there's shit everywhere in the way: tables, chairs, glass that crunches under his boots. It surprises him not at all that he eventually trips. His knees hit the ground. ]
Fuck.
▶ I Can Be Your Angle or Yuor Devil [B] | Locked [Jaskier]
[ It takes longer than he'd like for his sight to return, but at least it comes back. Geralt tries not to think about what would've happened if it hadn't. He can see again. That's all that matters. It's still blurry, not as sharp as it should be, but he can walk on his own without tripping over his own feet.
He should just leave. Whatever shit went down, he knows the best thing to do is steer clear of it. But the smell of blood lingers. It's not like he's well acquainted with anyone here. He does know them, though. He's spoken to more than a handful of folks, most of them lost like him.
In the end, he finds himself with his sword in hand, making his way back into the theater. Fuck. This is the last thing he should be doing. His decision's been made, though. He peers over the seats, searching.]
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Illyana Ackermann | Guild Wars 2 | Sanguis
i. [Crystal Beach, Triple Moons (16th, 17th)]
[Waking up to bright orange scales on her arms and legs was certainly startling to Ana. She had been warned and told by multiple people that this was something that would happen but words did little to prepare her for the actual physical presence of them, nor did it do anything to help her get ready for just how strangely aggressive and grumpy she was the moment she got out of bed. There was a strange desire to just start whooping everyone she came across; something she wasn't going to act on as long as she could maintain control but too much noise and interaction was making her bristle.
The beach was an odd choice for her, more prone to deep forests and high trees when she needed to relax, but she wasn't sure where something like that would be and having spotted the coastal area on the map at least gave her some direction and a place to sit and stare quietly at the gentle waves and sun glistening off the water.
If you are perhaps a frequenter of the area chances are you're going to spot a certain redhead sitting near the water barefoot, huddled in a too-big hoodie and leggings not looking particularly pleased with the beautiful scenery.]
ii. [Tipsy Treats, Triple Moons (18th)]
[Maybe it was the moons, maybe it was the constant low burning aggression, or maybe Ana just really wanted to go ham on some sweets for personal reasons but whatever it was she probably went a little too overboard.
Especially since they were, you know... alcoholic.
It wasn't the most flattering of looks for her, slumped over one of the tables with her hair half falling out of the usual bun, finger lazily poking at the last half of a cupcake with the remnants of what she had already devoured spread out around it. Her face was flushed, words already slurring as she mumbled to herself.]
Why am I here...?
[At the shop? In Prismatica? Who knows. Someone help her.]
iii. [BEANS Cat Cafe, 20th]
[For the first time in... forever Ana was without a companion. She had no access to her farm, no mounts, none of her battle pets... not even a bird to keep her company.
It. Was. Awful.
Her apartment was just too quiet. The radio she finally got working could be turned to some 'nature sounds' channel but it did little to assuage how empty it all felt without some furry or feathery beast at her side.
To that end, though, she had never heard of a 'cat cafe' before and was now absolutely enamored by the idea.
It seems the cats are quite enamored by her as well as she's got several of them surrounding her right now, demanding attention from her as she tossed toys around and gave pets.
This is probably the happiest she's been since she arrived here, even if tiny domestic cats weren't exactly the sort she could train as a battle companion.]
iv. [Time to D-D-Duel : B]
[The distortions across the visor were enough to start giving Ana a headache, making her eyes water when the flickers became more and more intense. She had just brought her menu up to idle and push her visor up, intending to rub at her eyes only for the flickering images on the many screens to catch her attention. One eye closed did nothing to stop her from being hypnotized by those strange eyes staring back through the glitches and static.
Whatever happened in the next few moments were lost to darkness and she woke on an unfamiliar bed feeling the warmth of someone next to her.
She stared groggily at whoever was sharing this too small bed, starting in the most eloquent of tones:]
Whusafu?
v. [RPG Simulator : Fair Maiden]
I think this outfit might be even less practical than what I started with...
[Which is saying something because the light armor she had started in was... skimpy, to say the least. The dancer's outfit had at least some coverage, albeit sheer and still leaving little to the imagination.
But it was needed to get into the bordello, and whoever was in her party for this endeavor was going to be subjected to the same outfit regardless of race or gender.]
Right, well. We have a mission and we best get to it. I know I certainly need the gold if we're going to be here for any longer.
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Entrapta | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power | Cordis
A. Prisma Fighter II: Hyper Champion Fighting Ultra Turbo Alpha EX3 Plus Final Impact Edition
[ LmaO has served as an effective multitasking option when Entrapta has things to work out thoughts and theories that don't require her compiled logs and records for reference. Which is almost daily. Great stimulus for certain, but she both enjoys the aesthetic of the VR environment and can also easily look past it to see the statistical and technical side of the game's aspects. Using that to her advantage is how well she's done in the League last month and why she's quite prepared now that she's got decent grinding done since.
Her jumpsuit's matching her usual colors, Purple, white and black, as well as sporting a wrench emblem. Anyone and everyone in the PVP finals has their gameface on, ready to seriously go for the gold.
Well, almost. ]
Heeey! [ She waves and as a big smile whether it's her next opponent or another finalist that just lost. Even other players who aren't in the finals but just playing around in co-op. ] Think I could get your autograph? Oh, maybe a picture for my gallery too!
B: Red 23! Fortress of Solitude never fails, NEVER FAILS BABY
Ethical dilemma number...68.
[ Entrapta's speaking into her recorder while a hand of her hair strokes her chin thoughtfully. She was drawn to the board of players, names and their rankings with statistics which includes her happy face as well.
The short scientist doesn't even notice she's practically arm to arm with the Moonblessed she just accidentally joined. ]
Placing Chroma on bets for a tournament I'm participating in seems vaguely...unfair. Howeverrr, they do give pertinent information so perhaps it's not bad to do? More input needed before I decide for or against.
[ Her magenta eyes then find she's not alone. They flick back and forth between board, Moonblessed and her recorder.
Endlessly if she's not stopped. ]
C. Cart Cart Revolution
[ Abraxas is familiar to Entrapta. After a minute for her to remember anyway. She wasted no time in grinding past the Adventurer/Novice to get to her first class. A no brainer, Merchant feels right and the future classes are worth flailing over.
Now that she feels properly prepared to slay some gremlins she's back at the Adventurer's guild looking for someone to party up with. ]
Hellooo. Are you considering risking health points and facing a poisonous death in the Cursed Cavern of Mordeus? Or did you already and are thinking about going for a second run?
[ A sly smile spreads on her face and her Vendor skill activates, a digital shop menu popping over her head of health and antidote potions and herbs she's farmed while grinding. Priced below NPC shop rates, but more than their sellback for other classes. ]
These might help. Or I could go with you unless you're in a party already.
D. You don't understand. That's okay.
[ A very confused Moonblessed there is and that's Entrapta. Constantly she's heavily ignored what personally tugs at her. Mere mention of it before has been too hard to deal with. Why hurt when she could put her attention in so many other directions at once? After Majestas gives her a fleeting glimpse of the truth that lies deep in her heart.
The red symbol of the Horde. Fanged teeth just as red. Bright red eyes that aren't filled with anger nor judgment. A flat purple crystal containing the First Ones Language she etched herself.
"...Yes." The whisper is all it takes to free the lion. ]
Hnng... [ Purple hair that's covering most her back starts to darken. Entrapta's doubled over form shifts as her hands grab her ribs. ] Augh!!
[ Six metallic orchid colored wings bursts from her shoulder blades. Bright psychedelic purple lines light up along the mechanical set with hollow cannons at the end of each row of the technological would-be feathers. Blinded by the previous halo, the pain from bleeding and at the shock of her innermost yearning, Entrapta can't see anything yet.
The tips of every empty wing cannon begins collecting energy. Minuscule orbs of what might be Chroma draw into the growing orbs, charging and threatening to fire. Her body's reaction to expel the sorrow she just got blindsided with. ]
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piers nivans | resident evil 6 | iris
▶ SUPER SHOTGUN BROS
Piers isn't usually the type to get huge into games. But he and Nero have managed to work their way onto a team, that they've gleefully named the "Super Shotgun Bros". It works well - Piers handles long range LmaO combat, Nero handles short range, and their teammates make up the difference in healers or mid-range.
They even have some t-shirts to give out. Your team might run into them in LmaO - or maybe they run into Piers before the tournament starts, talking to a few Prismals who have become fans of his team and grinning.
▶ ANGLES ON MY SHOULDER
When Majestas appears, that cuts the teasing out of Piers' sails real quick. He's one of the first to pull off his VR headset and begin trying to help ferry Prismal and Moonblessed alike out of the stadium. Your character might find themselves being lead out by a hand on their back or, in the worst case, bodily picked up and carried out.
He'll need some help after, though. As he's making it out, he ends up getting blinded checking back inside one last time. He manages to stumble his way outside, but he has a hand to his eyes, and the other leaning on the wall of the amphitheater, trying to keep his bearings.
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Aigis | Persona 3 | Sanguis
I ☾ evacuation
[Video games are not much in Aigis's wheelhouse, but danger—disaster—she's much more used to dealing with. Really, she's the best equipped for this out of anything else she's experienced since coming to this planet.
She springs into action quickly where the Moon Knights aren't able to cover, at first simply attempting crowd control with clear, level commands:] Please try not to panic. Proceed this way, towards the nearest exit. [And directing people to said exits who are too frantic to notice the signage.
But as the structure begins to crumble and debris and the light of the halo become imminent threats, she realizes that crowd control won't be enough; in the same moment, she sees bits of the ceiling about to come down into the fleeing crowd, and there's no hesitation. In whirling shards of blue light she summons a woman, easily a few feet larger than Aigis herself and clad in a white gown and gold helmet.
She wields a spear and a shield, too, which is the most important part, because in one quick motion she rushes above the crowd and spins the shield to protect them from the falling debris.
And so Aigis proceeds, working in tandem with Athena to block the crumbling pieces of the building and the searing light of the halo so that people can evacuate safely. Occasionally, a few in the crowd—five at a time—are touched briefly by a golden aura and they become nimbler, find it easier to dodge around the debris and other obstacles.]
II ☾ wings
[Aigis isn't struck by the wings. But she sees others that are, and notices quickly that a healing spell isn't adequate to help them. It takes longer to figure out what does, but she was built for combat and chaos and so eventually she has enough data gathered from her surroundings to piece together that physical contact is the key.
Considering the violent state the winged Prismals and Moonblessed are in, though, that poses a bit of a challenge.
Luckily Aigis isn't exactly squishy and she's well-suited to taking blows. The bigger concern would be someone else getting hurt by hitting her. So she approaches those afflicted by the wings cautiously, hands extended out towards them in offering and her voice gentle.] Please, I think I can help. Just take my hand.
III ☾ pre-finals, closed to Minako
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IV ☾ wildcard
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Nier | Granblue Fantasy | Iris
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Noctis Lucis Caelum | FFXV
▶ IT’S TIME TO D-D-D-DUEL
▶ YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES
▶ RPG SIMULATOR 2.0
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Iskandar | Fate/Zero | Sanguis
▶ Arrival
[A flash of bright light from the large monitors nearly blinds Iskandar as the LmaO finals raged onward, a sensation only relatable to floating before finally opening his eyes. When the King of Conquerors took in his surroundings he certainly was nowhere near the stadium, adorned merely in tattered leggings and some plain carpenter sandals he'd not seen since his days in Macedonia.
Scratching the back of his head quite puzzled looking over this new found land, battle worn, ravaged by war, Iskandar noticed small similarities but thought nothing of it at first. The most perplexing part was the small box which hovered over his person, following with every step he took forward to explore this strange yet oddly familiar world.
It was then Iskandar noticed another patron in similar rags, approaching the other cautiously.]
You there! What prey tell is the meaning of 'this' and what happened to my belongings?!?
[Motioning towards the stats bar floating above his head wherever he stepped. A heavy sigh falls off parted lips with a shake of his head face palming.]
First Lunatia now this? I find all this very taxing indeed.
▶ Monster Hunter
[At first light upon the second day, Iskandar awakens with renewed purpose, stepping lively from his place of slumber. Since the day prior the heroic servant had increased his 'level' tenfold, hitting double digits through hours of grueling yet noble questing.
Today the King of Conquerors sought a dangerous yet worthwhile endeavor worthy of his esteem. A den of ravenous wolves whom tasted man flesh have been killing the villagers livestock and even some of the townsfolk to boot. Iskandar would not sit idly by as these plagued creatures terrorized innocents, accepting the monster hunt from the local tavern owner.
Before setting out he upgraded his garbs to something more suitable though with coin earned prior, thick padded leather armor with a large two handed bastard sword to replace his Sword of Kupriotes for the task at hand. Finishing off his ale with a satisfied hum, Iskandar rose to his feet and shouted for all the patrons to hear.]
Here me now fellow adventurers there is a pack of depraved wolves terrorizing the outlying villages! I, Iskandar, King of Conquerors will quell these beasts though I gladly accept the aid of any other brave and willing!
[Looking around the bar Iskandar unsheathed his massive sword, taking it up in one hand with ease to perch on his shoulder as the free hand clenched tightly into a fist.]
What say you?!?
▶ I CAN BE YOUR ANGEL OR YOUR DEVIL
▶ B - Angel
[Once finally returned to the amphitheater after his adventure inside 'The Game' coming to a halt at the Royal Banquet it did not take long for yet another oddity to come into fruition. Piercing light radiated from Majestas' enormous frame emerging from the digital realm from whence Iskandar came from but a moment prior, towering over the screaming crowd now bustling for the exits.
Iskandar could not help but gawk on, mesmerized as if ensnared in some sort of spell. Then it hit him, radiant beams of light breaching thick muscles of his back, Rider falling to his knees, crying out in agonizing pain as another then another ripped into flesh. Misery, sorrow and unbridled lust flow through his body in its entirety as he all but collapses to the stadium floor, angelic wings encompassing his form trying to even his breathing.
Gritting his teeth Iskandar looks to the skies, hands clenched into tight fists.]
By Zeus what sorcery is this...
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▶ SING ME BACK HOME (TDM Prompt #2)
The Amphoria Pods sounded... too good to be true, if he was being honest, but in truth, curiosity had got the better of him. He'd stepped in with some trepidation, settled in, and let the 'VR' take him.
That had been nearly an hour ago, and he found he didn't want to leave, now. Everything was as vibrant as he remembered, memories flying by. The first time he'd played on a stage. The one time he'd visited his grandmother and she'd given him an axe. Watching the sun set through the towers of Sharn. Boarding an airship in flight...
He was happily losing track of time, rewatching memories of home, lingering longer than he probably ought to have done. Privately, he wished he could show this to someone. Fish or Connie would love this, probably. Even Red or Molly would get a kick out of some of the more outlandish events, he thought.
▶ BUSTIN
Kairon rose, slowly, from the depths of unconsciousness. Slowly because he was warm, and comfortable, and there was warmth against his cheek along with the softness of slow and steady breaths, a gently beating heart... It was difficult, on any morning with a background like that, to bring himself to get up.
It was helped along, as his slowly-starting brain paused to glance at the metaphorical 'check engine' light on the dashboard of his soul, by the fact that he was swiftly remembering that he hadn't gone home with anyone last night, and in fact couldn't remember drinking.
Kairon sat bolt-upright, suddenly incredibly awake. "Hey, so, crazy random question, not that I'm opposed to waking up with attractive strangers but who the fuck are you."
▶ A REAL LIFE
An invitation to the banquet... Something about that made his brain itch. Everything about this was wrong, like an illusion gone bad, and a mysterious event that nobody knew about but seemed so important was the exact sort of thing that made him stop to think.
Dad had called it 'The Shivers'. Every adventurer got it after a while, or so he'd been told. Stay in the game long enough, and you started to develop a sixth sense for things that were Important and things that weren't. When there was a trap, or an ambush, and this... this made every alarm he had go off at once.
Kairon turned to glance back at his companion. "We've gotta get into that banquet. What d'you think? Wanna go smash some gremlins, or infiltrate a house of ill repute?"
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Panty Anarchy | Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt | Sanguis
1. RPG SIMULATOR
2. I CAN BE YOUR ANGLE OR YUOR DEVIL
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Cor Leonis - Final Fantasy XV - Iris
1 - Two Old Men Heading Out [Closed to Regis]
Well, this is something Cor had never expected to do before coming to this world. Or rather, not again. But here he is, ringing the doorbell to Regis' apartment, dressed in a nice yet casual outfit. True, the color scheme leans more towards 'dark purple' than 'black', but it's familiar enough to make Cor a little nostalgic of their younger days...
Which is why, once the door opens, there's a small smile on the Marshal's face. "Morning...are we ready to go?" Going to that VR game finals - all his friend's idea, of course. But if it pleases Regis, Cor will humor him...and accompany him, of course, like a good friend (and bodyguard, but that goes without saying in Cor's POV).
2 - What My Eyes Perceive [Open to Anyone]
Cor is not one to socialize very much. At least, not in lavish surroundings as the VIP areas. Sure, he will take his fill from the food available, and he may place a small bet or two in favor of the underdogs. But for the most part, he seems content to stand to the side and watch the finals play out.
However, he begins to frown as the screens flicker every now and then. After the fifth time, he turns to whoever is nearby that is also looking at the screens. "...you saw that, too, right?"
3 - Not Another New World [Open to Anyone]
Cor is grumpy. Extremely irritated, to be precise. He had just gotten adjusted to being in a world different from his own, and now he is in yet a different world? This kind of crap is really irritating him! Especially aince he looks like some kind of tiger humanoid, complete with feline ears and twitching tail....!
So here he is, a tiger humanoid, scowling down at the quest he is undertaking. Saving cubs from gremlins might seem petty, but at least the pay isn't too bad. He is just fiddling with the hilt of his longsword with his free hand. Upon sensing someone approach him, he glances up and growls, "Unless you wanna help me with this quest, it had better be important to bother me with."
4 - Like We're In A Calamity [Open to Anyone, cw: mention of body horror likely]
Cor saw his desires flash before his eyes - A Lucis free of the Niflheim Empire, a certain young king sitting on his throne as the sun rises, a certain old friend uttering words he had only dared to dream of once more... But that damn celestial has not offered proof that he could truly help fulfill them, and Cor's heart and voice unilaterally rejected his offer.
But someone did accept, and for a brief moment, Cor promised himself to hunt down whoever it was just so he could give them a piece of his mind. But that is later; he has more pressing matters, such as suddenly being back at the finals of that damn MMO, and needing to save everyone from being crushed by the crumbling arena. Grabbing someone's discarded shades - newly bought from a souvenir shop, based on the still-attached price tag - Cor slips them on before he begins to run into the danger. He cannot lift rubble by himself, but he can st least pull people out of danger's way.
But if someone with sprouting wings approach him? He will summon his sword, even though he keeps it sheathed. "Peace! Let me help you...!" He calls out, even if he braces himself for potential retaliation. His stern masks hide how his heart quails, though, at the sight of all those inhuman wings, the tiny streams of blood on the victims' body from such changes...
Gods, do not make him take a life today, even out of self-defense...
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Dakki Sigal | Final Fantasy XIV
A - Dueling?
[Despite her well-founded misgivings about VIP invitations to important social events, Dakki has decided to turn up anyhow. It's not certain that something unexpected or awful will happen, after all. There have been plenty of festive occasions in this city where all went well. And if anything were to happen, she wouldn't be able to stand it if she hadn't been on hand to help. These are the excuses she is giving herself, at least. She is curious and would like to actually have a nice time doing something new...
She supposes that standing off to the side of the fancy 'skybox' is new enough. She's not sure that she likes how crowded it is... but at least the matches are somewhat exciting. Certainly flashy. Maybe not all that realistic. After a particularly improbable bit of swordplay involving dual-wielding katanas, she can't help but mutter to herself.]
That can't possibly have had the force behind it to do that, at that angle...
[Though maybe she just doesn't understand how this all works. Ergh. She's just going to sip at her water and check to see if she recognizes anyone in here.]
B - Your Angle
Oh hells!
[So something bad did end up happening, after all. At least she'd come prepared for the sort of heroism that seemed most needed during an evacuation. She'd brought along her conjurer's staff rather than her katana, and there already seemed to be much more call for healing and comfort than slicing and dicing. So there she is in the thick of it, healing those who were harmed by crumbling structures, or blinded by that brilliant halo.]
I've got you! You'll be alright!
[If you are one of those poor souls suffering from either of those problems, there's a purple-haired young woman extending a hand that's glowing with a soft and soothing blue-white light. She really, truly does want to help.]
C - Yuor Devil
[It is in the middle of all this helping that Dakki suddenly finds herself among those struck down. A terrible pain pierces through her from behind, and all at once she's worried that something has collapsed and fallen on her. She stumbles, falls to her knees, grips tighter at her staff, intent on healing herself... and then she gasps raggedly in shock as the pain bursts outwards. Out along her back, her shoulder, her right arm, down one leg... there are wing-like shapes sprouting forth, white and shimmering and razor-sharp.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening. She'd mended her soul, she'd purged herself of all that Light, this can't be happening! She's strong enough, she has to be strong enough, strong enough to save herself and everyone and, and, and...
Light engulfs her and she floats until she is upright, suspended in the air by the sheer force of the the energies that she's reflexively channeling. The air thrums with it, ripples briefly, and then with a blinding flash she unleashes a burst of Holy, knocking back and flattening everything in a circle around her. She is strong, she cannot be beaten, she must...!
If it is not already plain enough that all sense has left her, the wild scream that she lets out can leave no doubt.]
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