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TDM #10
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is also there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
- "Happy spring, inhabitants! This has always been my favorite season. Granted, I've only seen it once before." The point still stands. "Everything is waking up again, including the fae... Do mind their tricks! This year, they seem to have a flair for fashion and especially strange top hats."
Almost as soon as it's said, a fairy might pop one onto your head. It comes with an entire ensemble, too, in the form of a playboy bunny suit. The tall ears that sprout from the might seem like just decoration... until you try to take it off. Pulling off the hat will reveal that the ears are actually a more permanent fixture for the time being to your scalp.
Oh, and it comes with a fluffy tail too! Adorable.
WHAT
The tenth Amani TDM!
WHEN
March 22nd, 2023
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Oviposition
★ Predator/Prey
★ Bloodplay
★ Monsterfucking
★ Predicament Bondage
★ Predator/Prey
★ Bloodplay
★ Monsterfucking
★ Predicament Bondage
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the resident deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine! You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities. Even if you do complain, The Peacekeeper will encourage others to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
TIME FOR TEA
As Spring begins to bloom across the simulation, so do more variety of flora. Thanks to the influence of inhabitants present and past, more and more life is being breathed into this little simulated world. It makes for things to be a little more homey... And a lot of these new plants also make for excellent tea!
Fancy ceramic sets can be found scattered throughout the simulation. They'll always be full and piping hot no matter how much a character drinks.
Each tea will have its own special effects. They'll be properly labeled with a cute tag that on the front reads "Drink me!" and on the backside says exactly what it does. Of course, depending on where the tea set was placed it's very possible the tag may be missed or simply overlooked.
Either way, they all taste great!
Each tea will have its own special effects. They'll be properly labeled with a cute tag that on the front reads "Drink me!" and on the backside says exactly what it does. Of course, depending on where the tea set was placed it's very possible the tag may be missed or simply overlooked.
Either way, they all taste great!
- ★ Mushroom Tea » Things are about to get trippy. Inhabitants will experience hallucinations that turn the world topsy turvy. Are you seeing double? No, there's actually two of you and you're just seeing through both their eyes. Woah.
★ Pu-erh Tea » This tea will stop you right in your tracks. No, literally- Anyone that drinks this will become paralyzed from the neck down. The only thing that seems to bring back sensation is a peaceful touch.
★ Assam Tea » This tea makes you feel fancy. In fact, you just want to show off to any and everyone around. Even usually meek or shy characters will suddenly burst out of their shells and have newfound confidence after sipping this tea.
★ Roobios Tea » Is it just you or do your clothes suddenly feel... itchy? It's not your clothes, actually, it's just everything. This tea causes an itch that can't be scratched. At least, not by your hands. Someone else's though... That's another story! And if it feels a little too good? Don't worry about it.
ALL THAT GLITCHES IS GOLD
Characters that wander away from the main hub might find themselves walking through fields of clovers before long. It will spur on a sense of free-spirited fun that lends itself to one wanting to frolic and play. A good game of chase seems like a great idea right about now...
Why not? Considering everything that being in Amani means, your schedule is likely pretty free. Any inhabitants gifted a hat from the fae will want to be the ones to runaway. Anyone else will feel driven to catch them.
But how? Easy, with some golden rope! This enchanted thread will wrap around any runaway rabbits with ease. The only way to get out will be to tell the truth. If they lie instead, they'll only become even more tangled up.
For those that are especially tricky though and escape the rope, it will then morph into golden chains. These are heavier, sturdier, and... sexier? That's right, this time to get loose one must speak a sexual truth. Whether it be a fantasy or long-kept secret is up to them, but there's no escaping this time unless the fess up.
Though hopefully, you aren't late for a very important date since some of these patches of greenery are glitched. Time ends up a bit... Jeremy Bearimy in them, so to speak, and what feels like minutes might actually be days. Oops!
Just follow the golden brick road- Er, sorry, wrong theme. Follow the golden rope or chain and speak the truth to each other to get loose. Eventually, you'll step back out into the simulation proper and the glitch will correct itself.
Why not? Considering everything that being in Amani means, your schedule is likely pretty free. Any inhabitants gifted a hat from the fae will want to be the ones to runaway. Anyone else will feel driven to catch them.
But how? Easy, with some golden rope! This enchanted thread will wrap around any runaway rabbits with ease. The only way to get out will be to tell the truth. If they lie instead, they'll only become even more tangled up.
For those that are especially tricky though and escape the rope, it will then morph into golden chains. These are heavier, sturdier, and... sexier? That's right, this time to get loose one must speak a sexual truth. Whether it be a fantasy or long-kept secret is up to them, but there's no escaping this time unless the fess up.
Though hopefully, you aren't late for a very important date since some of these patches of greenery are glitched. Time ends up a bit... Jeremy Bearimy in them, so to speak, and what feels like minutes might actually be days. Oops!
Just follow the golden brick road- Er, sorry, wrong theme. Follow the golden rope or chain and speak the truth to each other to get loose. Eventually, you'll step back out into the simulation proper and the glitch will correct itself.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!NOTES
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
★ The effects of all the influences can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc.
★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!
★ As mentioned before, this TDM will span March and April! While the events are canonical, they can be happening anytime in that timeframe.
★ And while there will be an event in April, anyone is welcome to hop into (haha, see what I did there) our current event if they'd rather!
★ We are currently at 31/40 slots taken! Anyone wishing to claim a character must have an invite and follow the proper rules in place to be accepted into the community!
NAVIGATION
QUESTIONS/FEEDBACK
Lyric | Original Character
TWO 🍀 ROPED IN
THREE 📱 NETWORK; UN:cawful
FOUR 🃏 WILDCARD
Tea Crimes
So when he's called over (no one else is around, so she must have meant him), and described as someone with "good looks", he turns to look at the mess of this woman with a stare most incredulous. Fortunately for her he had decided to blend in a little bit, shrunk himself down to be a more manageable size, but his mask and robes are still in place.
He does approach, but he does not seem like he wants to.]
From the looks of it, you've had your fill. Are you...paralyzed?
[You can hear the patience and life leaving his body through his tone.]
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Teaaaaa
Fingers pulled away a cigarette that had been hanging on his lips to exhale with a simple 'heh'. ] Having trouble? [ Thick accent. Russian, it seemed. ] What if I like you just like this, I wonder?
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Rook Hunt | Twisted Wonderland | OTA
[Oh, how lovely! It's all a bit overwhelming, arriving here without the slightest idea of how or why, without even a familiar face to brave the unknown with. But what could be better to collect yourself than a chance to relax with a hot pot of tea? The fairies of this town really are quite gracious, aren't they?
Rook pours himself a steaming cup, taking a deep breath to appreciate the fragrance. Even if you're just passing by, this is one tea party you're invited to. Innocently enjoy some tea with him, and get a little more than you bargained for? Save him from the effects he's unwittingly about to subject himself to? Enable him to try different types and enjoy his suffering?]
This is far too much to enjoy on my own. Won't you join me?
All That Glitches:
[This outfit is more daring than he'd usually wear, to be honest, but at least there's a matching hat? And even better, the opportunity to be a rabbit beastman, rather than simply observe one, is absolutely fascinating. What huntsman worth his salt would ever pass up the opportunity to learn more about prey from first hand experience?
Time to indulge in a bit of instinct, and really learn this shape inside and out. He wouldn't have expected that instinct to first lean towards play, but that's the beauty of an experiment like this, isn't it? Rook is delighted just to romp around the clover, stretching his legs and seeing how much higher he can jump, rolling into an uncontrolled tumble purely to enjoy how soft and green it is once he hits the ground.
Anyone who happens to join him gets a mischievous grin from where he's sprawled on the ground, long ears perking up in interest. Did you want to play, new friend? You may not have a choice in the matter.]
Hunting Games:
[A beautiful mask for a beautiful transformation. What a joy to soar on his own wings and hunt to his heart's content! Even the most well-hidden prey can't escape his falcon gaze--but are they fleet enough to escape the shadow overtaking them, as he swoops overhead?
He certainly hopes so; from the sound of his laughter on the wind, he's clearly having too much fun to be satisfied by an easy chase. Go on, run as fast and far as you can!]
Good Enough to Breed:
[Even as the elegant shape of a beastman gives way to something more like a ferocious harpy, and fun and games turns to something deadly serious, it's hard not to revel in it. Rook lurks in the treetops, vigilant and unnaturally hungry, brimming with anticipation. Hunting mere animals won't satisfy this appetite; only the loveliest prey will do. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it? Who's to say what might catch his eye?
The only thing that's certain is that once he sees what he wants, he has absolutely no intention of letting them go. How quickly do you notice the shadow cast where there should be none, or the soft rush of wind around broad wings? Is this a successful ambush, or will he get to savor the struggle, the thrill of the chase?]
Anyway, Here's Wonderwall:
[You know what has absolutely nothing to do with the Overseer's hunting games or the fairies' pranks? Music! Just because the SDC and the rest of the NRC Tribe is back in his own world doesn't mean he should be slacking on his training. What would Vil say? It would be beyond embarrassing if he came back rusty, and no time had passed at home at all!
Have a young man who doesn't seem at all perturbed by his bunny suit inspecting Rosie's Records' stage with interest.]
You don't happen to rent space out, do you?
Wildcard:
[Give me your own prompt if you've got an idea, or plot with me if you have an idea but don't want to write the starter for it!]
Good Enough to Breed
Be lost to the void? Check!
Be informed your world (or maybe just the void) had been destroyed, and that the pieces needed to be restored bit by bit? Check!
(She'd made a note to tell the runners of this project about her sister, and by extension the Mobiles. It... might be of interest to them??)
Wander around with a sort-of-Umbreon on her shoulder that functioned like a combination of the peridexis and her usual Manual? Definitely a weird flex, but check!
The stamps and how she was supposed to get them, though? That, of all things, she had not seen coming.
She also hadn't expected a free top hat, which had left her quite flustered about it all
how did they know about her Thing about Victorian fashion??? They couldn't know that here, right?So she'd taken to wandering, in between pondering all the existential questions that were haunting her, and it was... nice. To just walk, or run, and not so much think.
Meaning Rook will definitely have his (distracted) target: a well-proportioned young woman, medium-length brown hair peeking out from under her top hat and bunny ears, and a conveniently-bright-white tail on her clothed rear.
Laios Touden | Dungeon Meshi
[This wasn't where he was expecting to end up, not by a long shot and even with Peacekeeper's explanation he was still left wanting. It wasn't that he couldn't believe his world had ended, or even that he died. It was how it happened. He hadn't even become lord of the dungeon! He might have been eaten though...
At first there wasn't much time to really think things through, having been shuffled out into the main hub after the Peacekeepers short attempts at an explanation for him. Then of course was the gifts from the fae changing him from borrowed outfit into the unfamiliar and revealing playboy bunny costume.
The real icing on the cake however was his DTF. The creature looked like a white wolf... if said white wolf had two heads and one of them was a fluffy white dog. The size was no where near as big as a wolf either, instead it was more of a medium dog if anything. If it was some sort of familiar for him, it was all wrong!]
You can turn me into a beastman, dress me up however, but you crossed a line with this DTF thing!! I would never wish for this!
[Anyone want to help this confused, angry newbie shouting in the main hub? Is he shouting at the fae? The Peacekeeper?]
Tea?
[Laios hasn't missed the copious amounts of tea sets around while exploring this place. He assumes its some sort of festival perhaps, but otherwise pays most of them no mind as he's poking around the city.
Eventually though, he does get thirsty. While he didn't drink any before, he didn't miss seeing most if not all of them had tags that said "Drink me!" so while the tea set he stopped at didn't he just assumed.
The drink does its job of quenching his thirst, but the satisfaction doesn't last long. What starts as a small itch soon blossoms into a full body sensation, something that Laios's increasingly frantic scratching can't solve.
It's so bad he will quickly approach anyone walking nearby speaking quickly to explain his situation for help, scratching at his clothes.]
IthinkI'mallergictothetea-aa-aah. D-do you know any healing spells, or anything to stop this? I- I can't. Aauugh.
Is This Rabbit Roleplay
[It's clear this place really isn't the dungeon he was previously in. That or it's been heavily altered in a short amount of time. He's not sure how to process that information, but exploring has been helping. Partially searching for a familiar face, partially mapping his new surroundings that sort of thing.
This field of clovers he came across though, it's nice. Soothing. Like a breath of fresh air from a cluttered brain filled with worries. At least, it was before he noticed he was no longer alone.
Like a deer in caught in headlights he stares. Not blinking, not breaking eye contact and not saying anything to break the silence. At the first sign of movement though he'll bolt. He's long since removed the uncomfortable shoes that came with the playboy bunny outfit so good luck! Do you chase this awkward blond bunboy?]
Wildcard
[Feeling something different? Hit me with it!]
Tea?
[But when a stranger who is clearly incredibly itchy comes asking him for help (and, to be fair, he almost doesn't parse the rapid speech,) he frowns and crosses the distance between them to get a better look at him. (And tries not to admire his form while he's at it.)
[Of course, given this place's habit of tricks and japes, the bunny suit doesn't produce much of a reaction from him. He starts to reach out with a leather-gloved hand without thinking, but stops - not pulling away, but not getting too close, either. Where's the personal space bubble and its limit??]
Shit. Let's go somewhere off the beaten path and-- wait, you're not getting more than itchiness, right? How's your throat?
[He should probably drag him to the infirmary, especially if his throat itches! Or worse... Shit. He should probably turn in stamps for some emergency epi-pens or something....]
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rabbit time, why not just embarrass them both
what better way to embarrass them then rabbit roleplay
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Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | OTA
A ═ [Don't mind this young man and his dog--his Dog Technical Friend, if you prefer--they're just brand new and scoping out the area, which means they are just about everywhere that isn't dark and creepy or hard to squeeze into.]
So many photo ops, so little photo equipment...
B ═ [At some point in his wanderings, he manages to attract the attention of a group of fae, who swoop in and plunk a top hat right onto his head.
That was in the near past. The present is him trying to chase down one of said fae to try to get them to either return his normal clothes (and remove the ears) or else give him a clue as to where they are besides 'around'.
He is terrible at running in pumps.]
[Prompto might not have been here very long, but he's been here long enough to grasp that this place is just a bit stranger than he's used to and also that Surprise Tea might not be the best thing to consume.
This is a problem right now as he's entered into a random encounter with a set of Surprise Tea and conflicted because it all smells really good but doesn't seem to be labeled with anything but 'Drink Me'.
Fortunately, there happens to be someone else nearby, so he's going to crowdsource their opinion.]
Have you tried any of this stuff yet? I would, but I'm pretty sure tea sets aren't something that occur in the wild and--hey, do you think it might be a mimic?
[Do not fight the tea, Prompto.]
[Prompto has found the Activity Centre, that's it, that's the prompt. He lives there now. Feel free to visit him at his new home.]
[Hit me (with your best shot)!]
YO I didn't see this til just now! Activity Center~
Except that's its own sad thought because he almost never went to the arcade without Prompto. Being here alone's gonna suck. And he sort of doubts Nyx plays video games. Laser tag, maybe.
It does sound like there's someone else here, though, judging by the sounds of a pinball machine at work, so Noctis follows the noise until he rounds a corner and sees--]
Prompto??
I'm sneaky~
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idk when prom's canon point is but I'm about to find out! XD
It's not TOO far from Noct's
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Teatime!
The Drifter | Destiny
[Everything will be fine? So it says. Seems like a goddamn lie to him, but he's not prone to trusting. The world being destroyed? Oh that is no surprise. When you got the old story of some big ass force surrounding your world ready to give it a pounding 'til it's nothin' then there's only two outcomes. Win or lose. This sounds like it was a lose.]
[But this? He's got a few questions for. Why, pray tell, did they not pick someone prettier? Risen are usually nicely built. They don't really come in 'slob' because they're built to fight and that keeps them in shape by default. Underneath his layers, Drifter's got that ass-kicking physique. But there are some prettier than him in the face, what with the scars and the fact he usually just doesn't give a fuck what people think of how he looks. It's the type of face that people are going to jump to bad conclusions about and he just lets them happen anyway. It's not gonna rope in the peace like Ikora Rey (he can acknowledge what's obvious even if she hates him) or that Crow guy or the Petra lady? And it might just be to his taste but Eris could knock the breath flat out of someone with a turn of phrase. This is two difficult a task to put on someone of his disposition or appearance.]
[But that leads to the second question. He's not made for peace. He doesn't especially love violence being inflicted on him? But he adores being a gunsmith. He loves watching the fight. He revels in it. And now what is this? What are they expectin' of him?!]
You got the wrong person! Put me back on whatever data drive you got cookin' and, I dunno, snag Queen Mara. She's the piece of ass everyone wants! Or the Young Wolf-
[He doesn't finish that thought because he suddenly doesn't know if that fairly new rise would even know where the parts are. They've never given him the suggestion that they would. Fine. He recants that thought. But the issue still stands that he should not be the one here.]
II. Roobios Tea - Heathen Tea Culture
[Drifter's one of those people who is used to apocalyptic disaster situations. He's vaguely annoyed he can't fix anything on his own without it breaking in some other new way- he's so used to being self-sufficient that this is beyond annoying. Then sometimes here and there are these goddamn totally fine teapots.]
[He puts off eating and drinking as long as he can before it gets kind of uncomfortable. Just not even from real hunger. He's just programmed with this heinous memory of the many times he starved or died of dehydration because his ghost just decided that it'd be easier to resurrect him from that rather than fix the situation constantly. So finally he ends up grabbing a cup of mysterious tea, as you do, fully expecting to be poisoned in some capacity but he can't take it anymore. Just dumps an unreasonable amount of honey in it (What? He's post-apocalyptic but still a southerner) and drinks a cup too quickly, like he doesn't give a damn for the safety of his throat and it wasn't hot at all.]
[Within ten minutes? He is in a state, trying to scratch his back through his layers like a bear.]
What sort of digital cooties did y'all put in my britches...
[Just muttering under his breath, sounding as pissed as he can without actually yelling pointlessly at the sky.]
III. Wild-Card - Joker's Wild
[For Other Stuff]
I. Lobby
Oh, here's someone new. Wrench is in a booth nearby, by the way. Those LED x's peeking out from behind the back of it like the stealth master he is. There's a beer somewhere, probably. How it goes from one place to inside of his body is forever a mystery he will never reveal to anyone. His own special magic trick. ]
Yeeaaah. [ Hello from the other siiiiide... of the booth, comes a sort of mechanical voice of an awkward tenor range. ] It's not all about snatch and ass, dude.
[ You cannot convince him otherwise. He's not been here long enough to know for sure but from what he's heard the nasty is just a way of currency which, eh. He could take it or leave it. Honestly a lot better than the corporate bullshit he's used to. Aaaanyway, this guy would find out soon enough that he's not the only one who wasn't built for peace so to speak. ]
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Ginko | Mushi-Shi
Everything will be fine.
That's a bit hard to believe, after being told that his world is entirely gone. Ginko supposes the news that he's dead is troubling, too, but... it's far less surprising. Frankly, it's also less troubling in itself than the idea that he's somehow been brought back.
There's not much to do about any of that, though, until he understands his surroundings better. So he sets out from the hub - though he's almost less focused on looking at the city around him than he is on the white catfish that's been hovering by his shoulder ever since he arrived, swimming through the air. "A DTF, was it... strange." He prods it with a finger, and-- ah. It wiggles itself in the air to try and get his hand under its chin. "--Alright, fine. You're not a mushi, are you? Come to think of it, I haven't seen any mushi here at all."
Speaking of things that are really troubling.
time for tea
Hey, so. You know what's suspicious? Mysterious containers of pre-prepared drinks just kind of sitting around, with no clue as to who made them or why they're there. That's suspicious.
The most reasonable thing to do here may actually be just not to touch them at all, Ginko suspects - but, as disinclined as he may be to drink spontaneously-generated beverages, he's far too curious to just let them be completely.
So, instead, Ginko squats down to study the tag on a teapot - even if someone else is already drinking from it. He's seen too many of these things scattered around now for the presence of another person to make it any less suspicious. "Just where are these coming from?"
wildcard
(( toss something else his way!! he is... tragically unlikely to be interested in sex right away, lmao. ))
Arrival!
In time-honored tradition Venat has to snoop when she hears something interesting happening nearby, which means the daily dog walk with her own DTF is getting a last minute detour to investigate. Not that her own canine companion seems to mind all that much - can you call it a dog with a face like that though? meme-dog. whatever - capering about at Venat's heels with comically high pitched 'ᴀʀғ!'s better suited to a breed a quarter his size.
In any case, Venat gives Ginko a polite smile and nod in greeting as she draws near, hands folded in her robe's voluminous sleeves like a mountain monk pacing the temple grounds. "Forgive me for eavesdropping. I spotted your floating fish friend there from down the street and just had to sate my curiosity."
Who knew free-flying piscine life existed outside Elpis, right?
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🖤 Obsidian Blackheart (WoL) | FFXIV
[Heels? Not unusual. Vieran feet are pretty much made to slot right in, no problem.
The rest of it? Well, suffice it to say, he doesn't have high praise for the outfits at the Gold Saucer, so this isn't getting his seal of approval either. Obsidian huffs, folding his arms, which doesn't do hell of a lot other than nearly cause his pectorals to pop out of the top.]
Right, so... we're doing this again.
[Nope. Just going to go with it.]
How long's it been...? Or was it just my memories catching up?
[Ugh. One of the others could probably theorize this way better than him. He's never had much of a knack for theories when bizarre things happen.]
🖤 II. oh no... YOU CAUGHT ME...
[It was eventual: Obsidian wanders the hells away from the hub, not thinking much about what other goofy thing is going to be on the horizon. And so it is, he's the one in the costume, so you know. The chase is going to happen, and he's naturally a bit competitive.
Obsidian puts his hands on his hips and turns to you, giving a crooked grin.]
Bet you can't manage to catch me.
[And without another word, he takes off, running alarmingly well in heels.
GETTEM.]
🖤 III. network; un: blackestnight
so
are we still doing random acts of sexual intercourse for fake coupons?
🖤 IV. wildcard
[idk man i'm not the boss of you make your own prompt if you want]
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As he approaches, it is absolutely that soul he is ogling, and not the bountiful bosom threatening to escape that outfit and its pitiful attempt to contain it. Besides, the height difference means he has to look down. Don't get any funny ideas about how intensely he's furrowing his brow, though the mask he's wearing hides it, yet it also replicates it rather well all the same...]
I can only assume by your commentary you have been here before, and by the looks of your soul I can likewise assume you know who I am. By the nature of this poorly constructed and similarly managed simulation, I am ill-equipped in such knowledge regarding you, however...
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What is your name this time?
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Lady Maria | Bloodborne | OTA
It took Maria a little while longer to be processed than some of the others she saw awakening around her. The lavender in the room actually had the positive effect it was meant to, being fond of flowers as she was, the scent of them soothed and relaxed her... Eventually. The moment her mercury-colored eyes opened, there was that initial fear and panic of being somewhere other than the Astral Clocktower. The familiarity she felt oh so long ago, at being bound to a Blood Ministration table doubled with the knowledge of the experiments happening in the research hall below where she sat in wait. It was a lot to feel in such a short time.
Still, after a mild outburst of sorts, Lady Maria was calmed and sent on her way. Wandering through the simulation looking as composed as always. A stern look on her expression, trying her hardest to avoid actually bumping into and talking to anyone. Eventually, even with her unshifting resolve, Maria succumbed to curiosity, bowing her head slowly and raising an inquisitive finger, asking the next person to pass her by; "Pardon me, is... Is this a Dream?"
Also, having a DTF was very strange indeed, technology wasn't something she was used to back in her world, not like this anyway- But, seeing as hers took the form of the Little Ones she was already used to, it made it a little easier to get used to. Still, she possibly looked strange walking around with those messengers following her around, gurgling and moaning, it was no wonder she felt most people were actively ignoring her as she wandered around with them in tow.
★ Welcome Wagon:
"What strange and unusual garments you wish to don me in." Her thick Eastern European sang out as she spoke. Pulling her head away from the rabbit-eared hat that the fae was currently trying to sit upon her head. "I already have a hat. You should leave it well alone." There was growing annoyance in her eyes as she regarded the creature, swatting at it and turning to storm away, only to walk right into you. The brief moment of stumble was long enough for the fae to achieve its goal and in a second Lady Maria found herself with extremities she didn't have before.
"... Undo this at once." Turning to try and capture the creature responsible for her transformation, only to find they have vanished. Unlucky for you Lady Maria doesn't wish to be seen like this so her annoyance is quickly aimed in your direction. "Avert your eyes! Not a word of this to anyone." Going to grab you by the arm and pull you in closer, eye to eye as she makes sure you understand her threat is serious.
★ Time For Tea:
Lady Maria was more used to drinking wine but she was not so blind as to overlook a good cut of tea now and then. In fact, she'd not tasted tea in- Goodness, how long must it be now? Eons. So when she stumbled upon a set with plenty to spare, she sat herself down and poured a cup.
Perhaps it was her unique blood, but the effects of the tea hadn't yet taken hold of her senses. So, when she saw someone coming her way, and noticed there was more than one cup, she felt it only right to offer some. After all, she'd had a rather abrupt and abrasive start to her time here, maybe she should be softer with the residents?
"Refreshments?" She called out, gently shoving one of the cups toward the stranger.
[ ooc: pick whichever tea you want them to be drinking! I'm easy to go with whatever. ]
★ All That Glitches Is Gold:
It was on!
Lady Maria had been in something of a daze when she first stumbled out into the clover path, but once she was a few feet into it, she too was overcome with a sense of freedom she'd not felt in years. The rabbit ears protruding from her head twitched at the sound of oncoming footsteps and within a blink of an eye, she used quickening to shadow step further away.
Good luck catching this little bunny, she's faster than the rest.
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[ ooc: Open to any and all prompts! Toss me your own starter or even just a DTF text or something. You can pm me or hit me up on EmberedAshenOne#6177 to plot something out if you like? ]
welcome wagon
He tries very hard to keep his eyes on the woman's face, even as he stammers out, "Y-yes, of course, Lady Maria! I-- um. It's... good... to see you?"
Is it? Maybe? Truly, he hoped he had helped release her from that accursed Nightmare, she and others who became trapped in their own workings. Then again, would Amani be a welcome reprieve, or more of the same? He wonders, truly.
Still, there is no assurance she would even know his face. There are an infinite number of possibilities.
"Sorry, you... probably don't even know me. Um. But I promise I won't breathe a word about this to a single soul. Would you like my cape, maybe?"
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Angel Devil| Chainsaw Man | Ota
Angel's arrival was uneventful, to say the least. Waking up from a dreamless sleep, in a room that for all purposes might as well have been his cell back at the Bureau. The strangest thing was, that they had both of their arms back and fully functional.
After a brief explanation that -let's be real- Angel isn't going to remember any of it, they were hardly even paying attention in the first place, but after he was set free to wander, the first thing they did was try to find the least occupied place and just do nothing.
The Fae were somewhat annoying, bothering them now and then. Angel's wings twitched and fluttered whenever one of them came too close. Drawing their face back so they couldn't be touched. It was stressful, trying to avoid them, especially seeing as they thought it was some kind of game. Angel moved and they darted and dashed around them. Eventually, though, Angel was too slow and ended up with a set of pretty, fluffy white ears that complimented their wings. The outfit, however, was a little inconvenient. It was more like something Denji would dream up. Still, Angel didn't have the energy to put up much of a fight, besides the black-and-white theme kinda looked similar enough to their work attire.
It would be easy to mistake them for a young woman, what with their hair and petite form, especially now that they were dressed like that! And for someone who didn't want to be noticed, Angel could practically feel the eyes upon them as they shyly excused themselves while passing through the few people that were scattered around.
The soft, deadpan yet somehow gentle voice rang out from behind you as Angel took a side step out from your shadow. Pointing with a finger at the tea cup closest to you. There was a look in the Devil's eyes, a look like an expectant puppy just waiting to be given a treat. Swallowing before wetting their lips. It looked nice after all and smelt pretty good too but Angel had never drunk tea before, never been offered any, why would they?
Tucking their hands back into their pockets, averting their gaze as they patiently waited to see if they were going to be ignored. They assumed they would be. Most people ignored them, then again, that was mostly because they were afraid of them.
[ ooc: Open to any of the tea however Roobios Tea might be a hard one, seeing as they probably won't let anyone touch them! ]
"You got me. I don't run."
Despite giving in, Angel would protest about being tied up. They might be slow and lazy but they're a nimble little fucker! Every attempt to snare them with rope or chain is met with a harsh batting of those rather large, rather strong white wings!
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"I'm sorry - which one did you mean?" She offers up a hand to them, as though expecting them to take it. "Will you show me? I'm afraid I don't know them by sight, but I can tell what most of them are by scent. Of course, there might be honey or sugar to put in them too..."
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Princess Soru | Twilight Poem
She’s not certain how to feel about all of this. Her own death hasn’t been too frightening a prospect for a while now, but the idea of the entire world being gone as well - even Yumi and Ja Hyun - she, well, hates that. And the explanations of how she’s still conscious despite being dead have only served to confuse her more. Re-coding, database, digitization - none of these words make any sense to her; but she’s aware that they mean that something strange has been done to her, and that leaves her highly unsettled.
Still, it seems there’s not much she can do about it at this time. All she can hope for is to find someone familiar, or at least friendly, to help get her to her new home.
She can hear the faint splash of water in the lobby, but isn’t certain she can pinpoint it. Is it some sort of fountain? She’s still inside the building, isn’t she? Well, if she gets too close to it, she’ll feel the edge of the basin before she can run into it. As long as she moves through the space slowly, she should be fine.
Unfortunately for Soru, it’s not a fountain and there’s not a basin. It’s a pool and there’s no railing to it. She attempts to step onto ground that isn’t there, finds her foot unsupported, and falls into the water with a shriek.
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Good news, everyone! Soru has figured out her DTF. Or at least how to access it and make it corporeal. Her hands caress it gently as she sits with it on the walkway outside of the Hub, marveling at its soft, downy feathers. She’s never had a pet before; this must be what it’s like! From what she can tell, it’s an oversized chick of some sort - around as big as a teapot - and it seems to like her, chirping softly as she pets it.
“Hmm...I wonder if I have to feed you?” She asks it cheerfully, finding its head for some gentle scritches. “But you’re not a real animal, are you? Maybe I’m not real, either, in this place...” That’s actually a good question. Does she have to eat?
[Tea Ceremony]
Her nose is what leads her on this adventure. The smell of tea is pleasantly familiar to her, as is the feel of porcelain in her hands. She very carefully arranges herself at the table, aware that most of the objects she’s going to interact with here are hot and potentially spill-able. It’s probably technically rude to go around sniffing a bunch of different teapots, but she decides not to worry about it; this place seems to have different rules of etiquette, and she has no choice but to find and pour her own tea anyway.
The smell of Pu-erh is distinct and again carries that pleasant familiarity to it, so she carefully pours herself a cup. She’s pretty proud of the job she’s done - no burns or scalding, and as far as she can tell, she hasn’t even spilled any! She gives the fragrant brew a sip and lowers the cup slightly, breathing in the steam and enjoying the peaceful stillness of the moment.
A stillness that seems to last longer than expected. Her hands continue to grasp the warm cup, even when she tells them to set it down on the table. Everything in her body seems to be - stuck. The only thing she can move is her head, glancing sightlessly around as her breathing begins to quicken.
It's nearly impossible for her to tell if anyone is nearby, but she calls out anyway, praying for a kind soul to stop by. At least she can still speak - perhaps she can even gather up the courage to yell.
"Ah....help, please...!"
Closed - for Ardyn
And when several little creatures that kind of remind him of moogles if moogles were a real thing approach him with a gift, well...they're cute and friendly, and Carbuncle thinks it would be fun to wear the hat, so he grumbles a little but lets Carbuncle plop it onto his head. Because...why not?
And then he sort of loses track of time as Carbuncle and the moogles (or whatever they are) coax him into dancing and playing with them, and lying in the shade under a tree in the soft clover to nap with all of them curling up on his chest, and that's how he spends some vague amount of time until someone else shows up.
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"This must be my lucky day," he announces. "Royal Rabbits are exceedingly rare prey. Very fine fur, or so I'm told. And is that a little blue fox I see as well?"
Ardyn crouches so he doesn't loom quite so much. Coils of golden rope hang from one of his hands, drooping down onto the clover. "Don't tell me you're already tuckered out for the day, Noctis. I'd be sad to tie you up without a bit of challenge."
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Merlin | Merlin | Merlin | MER-lin
[Okay, this isn't Merlin's first dimension-hopping rodeo, as evidenced by the black tattooed line running from just under his chin, down over the prominent Adams apple to the center of his chest-- though, judging from the lack of other Submissive marks he's seeing in everyone else, maybe people won't know what it means here. Just the thought of being free of that system is enough to make him like this place better, though he does need to stop and take a few minutes to grieve those who, for whatever reason, didn't make it here.
His ultimate goal hasn't changed, anyway-- find a way back to Camelot. No matter what it takes. But for now, there's more practical concerns, mainly the poorly behaved baby dragon that has been with him since he arrived here. Well... it looks like a baby dragon, at least-- it can even speak the dragon language with him, but it doesn't feel like a real dragon. It's close enough to one to make his heart ache with guilt and nostalgia, though that very quickly turns to exasperation when the rude thing starts nipping at the clothes of someone passing by.]
Oi, stop that! [He bops the baby dragon on the snout with his finger and it gives a chagrined chirp.] I'm so sorry, did he tear it? I can mend that for you.
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[You'd think he'd be used to this sort of thing by now, but the strange, skimpy rabbit costume is a new one to him. Merlin tries to take off the hat through physical and magical means, both to no avail... so, alright, he's stuck with the ears and tail for the time being. At least it seems far more harmless than the fae magic he'd encountered back in Camelot.
It doesn't take long for his wanderings to lead him to the fields of clover after the hat is plopped on his head, almost like it was intended-- like something was drawing him there. He can't think to question it, though, the dark rabbit ears on his head twitching and alerting to any odd sound around him as he wanders the fields.
The barest touch of magic has the clover patches around him spontaneously blossoming, and he laughs in delight, crouching down to run long fingers over the purple petals, his guard lowered.]
[ooc: Merlin is coming from Duplicity, a BDSM themed sex game where he was sorted as a submissive and lived there for like. a year or so? otherwise he's from post-canon. info/kinks]
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[He hasn't had anyone tugging at his sleeve in a long time. Not since Flayn was small, at least; it would almost be nostalgic, if he hadn't been caught so off-guard.
Seteth waves a hand dismissively at the question, while the wyvirrel perched on his shoulder skitters closer to curiously sniff the baby nipping at them.]
Not to worry, I'm capable enough with a needle and thread. Can I help you two?
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yes give him a chance to show his waifu skills before he has to be rescued
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Spider | Megaman X Command Mission | OTA (heavily voicetesting/reviewing canon)
sivheidrun#7212 at discord.]
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All that Glitches is Gold (open)
Matilda Reith | original character (AU flavor)
More than anything else, the simulation has so much more greenery than she's ever seen in her entire life. It takes a herculean effort to pry her jaw off the ground and explore.
It's more than just the clovers' effects that has her in a good mood. And while she's normally not one to stop and stare, she can't help herself as she marvels over the lush expanse. Paying the fae entirely no mind, she kneels in a particularly dense patch - mindful to watch every step, for fear of squashing even a single leaf! - and simply... touches, marveling over the feeling of life against her fingers. The healthy texture - and how well-watered and nutured it is.
It's enough to bring a tear to her eye.
On top of the reminder that her world will never see this. Her brother will never see this.
The lot of her "world is gone" comes crashing down on her; all she can do is wail.
B) Time for Tea?
Finishing marveling over every little green thing she can see, she marvels even yet more over a cup of tea. She's never been able to be picky over how things taste. Water was water. Leaf water was leaf water.
Whatever it is, it's fucking delicious. She lets out a blissful little moan as she takes another dainty sip of the hot rooibos tea, hands gently cupping the teacup for fear of dropping it.
At least, until she nearly drops it anyway when a very annoying itchiness spreads across her.
She can be easily found cursing enough to make a sailor blush and rubbing against the nearest tree like, well. A very, very itchy bear.
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[ooc: Just de-rusting an old OC just for fun. I can be contacted by PM,
Mithrun | Dungeon Meshi | OTA
The world is gone.
Or, at least, it is if this strange voice is to be believed - but Mithrun sees no immediate reason to doubt its claim. With the world teetering at the brink of disaster as it had been, its end is barely more surprising than the news of Mithrun's own death... if something he already knew could be called news at all.
These claims' believability don't completely nix the possibility that he's being deceived, of course. If that were the case, there's even an obvious culprit - but that thing has little reason to target him like this, even if he were revived. Besides, this voice is, frankly, nowhere near convincing enough in its promises to be the object of his hatred; even Mithrun can tell that everything will be fine isn't a particularly comforting follow-up to everything you know is gone. By that same turn, his own suspicion and doubt prove that he can't have been consumed.
So, all things considered: He's forced to assume that he is... elsewhere. That the world was overtaken, but that he was, somehow, removed from his enemy's grasp.
That it is out of his grasp, possibly for good.
To an outside observer, of course, there's no sign of any of that running through his head; in fact, it may look an awful lot like this man is basically just catatonic in the lobby.
...Which may not stop the fae from just. Going ahead and popping a hat onto him. He doesn't even respond to that.
Tea
Eventually, he does get up and move, even if it... might take some time. And some convincing. The important thing is that, eventually, he's responsive.
Now, though, there's a new problem. He's gathered that this "Peacekeeper" can be accessed, spoken to directly, and he wastes no time in striding off in what seems to him like the most natural direction for it to be in.
Unfortunately, that direction turns out to be... off into the city somewhere. He is hopelessly lost within minutes - and stays that way for hours. In time, the lamb trotting after him starts making a persistent bleating sound, which is ignorable enough. Then it starts getting more insistent - something about food and hydration, and a lot of circling around and trying to get underfoot, and, yes, Mithrun can just teleport past it... and, no, he's not particularly inclined to follow the advice of talking ungulates these days.
After a time, however, it's simply most convenient to turn to one of the tea sets littered about the city and pour himself a cup, without so much as a glance at the label.
...Or it seems most convenient, until he finishes the drink and discovers he can no longer move.
"...Oh."
At least he doesn't sound too upset about it??
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(( Toss something else at me or hit me up to figure something out! I am definitely considering adding a clover prompt below once I've gotten some sleep lmao. ))
im screaming his dtf is a lamb
"Was that..." Laios wondered aloud. He was never the best at remembering faces, but he was pretty sure he'd seen that man before back in the dungeon. One of the Canaries? Oh. No, he had made a deal with this guy if he could defeat the demon.
He felt his stomach knot up at the thought. He never got to save Falin before, well, apparently the world ended. It's something that's been in the back of his mind since he's got here, but he couldn't figure out what to do about it really. He's half tempted to keep walking, but he had his own bad experiences with the tea and he'd never know for sure if this was the same guy unless he asked.
With a sigh, he turns back around.
"Hey, do you need help? It's not safe to eat or drink things left out here, or so I was told..."
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Ren Nagai | oc
Clearly, he's gone insane. Or asleep. Or comatose. Or, okay, maybe he's dead? It's hard to tell. The infirmary he wakes up in is confusing at first. He remembers falling, and then... nothing?
Well enough or not, he gets up and gets moving, fiddling at the foreign DTF earring that feels ill-placed on his earlobe. Ugh.
The first place he goes, he grabs the biggest glass he can find, and fills it with whiskey (or, if in the case of places with an actual bartender, that's what he asks for.) Better. One bad decision down, more to go. Anger and spite and confusion whirl around in his head.
Did he really die? Is he tripping on shrooms??
He struggles not to chug his drink in irritation, sighing roughly at the familiar burn. It doesn't calm him down. There's nothing to celebrate about this.
"The fuck is this shit."
B) Out and About
Normally, he might be thrilled to hear that he's really in some sort of sex heaven, like maybe one of those rich-fuck amusement parks where everyone is barely clothed and consensual sex is the name of the game. (He might still be salty that he never managed to save up enough to even set foot in it!)
But, he's fucking dead anyway. No matter how he sliced it, he was still dead before he wanted to be. Dead before he could escape and die on his own terms.
It makes him sick to his stomach.
For now, he tries to vent constructively. After his more-than-healthy drink of choice, he opts to find some trees to climb. Get a new perspective on things. Or some crap like that.
He knows he normally doesn't feel this jaded. It sucks. He wishes he could just brush it off, but it's really too much to ask.
Even if happening to see some people doing it in semi-public is kinda hot. He leaves them be and moves on a fair distance away before spotting the next person. Well, the other person might see or hear him sooner than he sees them, given the bright, blood red color of his hair and white-and-pink shirt and bluejeans compared to the lush greenery.
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[ooc: Last OC I wanna dabble with for fun. I can be contacted by PM,
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Goddess preserve him, this is going to be extremely messy, isn't it? He doesn't want to have to drag someone to the infirmary with alcohol poisoning.....]
M-may I help you.....?
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Magnai Oronir | Final Fantasy XIV
II. ⛅ Welcome Wagon
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Are you shittin' me?? I'm not here to serve fuck or all unless I wanna.
[He huffs, blowing a few strands of his hair out of his eyes.]
If you want me to bend the knee, you gotta earn it, bud. An' I mean really earn it! Just who the frick do you think you are???
[Despite being significantly shorter than Magnai, at 5'4", Ren glares up at him with more than enough indignation to rival that arrogance he perceives from this scaled weirdo.]
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LIMBIC SYSTEM — Oh, Harry. You’re really in the shit now. What did you take? Did you even check? After so many near misses…
Harry wakes in the infirmary, searching his memory and finding no reason to be there. Oh no. Well. At least he didn’t lose it all again. But as for the last few days between whatever he understands here and whatever was back there? It’s missing. But the voice of the Peacekeeper promises that there is context to be had and answers to find outside of the infirmary.
So he goes.
Tea Time
As soon as he steps out into the main hub, his less-than-clean clothes are swapped for a comparatively charming and comely bunny suit. It’s blue, a powdery sort of blue satin. It could be worse. It could have been yellow, and that would only highlight all the damage. Harry doesn’t even try to pull them off. He can feel their beneficial vibes leeching into his very being.
ELECRTOCHEMISTRY — What was that they said about this being a place to make peaceful interactions? Surely, this get-up will highlight all the goods.
RHETORIC — There is nothing good to highlight here.
But boy is he thirsty. Even after being stabilized or whatever, at the offer for something to drink, he takes the first thing he sees. Unfortunately for everyone, it is the Assam.
He shakes his head like a massive dog, hair flopping about. Oh, there must have been drugs in the tea. How else could he explain such a difference in feeling. It’s time to show off, Harry baby.
He throws the teacup to the ground as one might an empty beer bottle before clapping his hands and moving into an intricate dance number. Should you get too close to Harry, he will sweep you up into it, lifting you off your feet and into it.
Or attempting to.
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So, when he comes by, he spots an unfamiliar face. He almost says something, but then he's swooped away into ... a dance.
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THE FUCK. Obsidian can manage some moves, too, but he barely manages to keep up with the sudden impromptu /dance emote.
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Dimitrius (Dimitri) Hysvear | Original Character
What an absolute crock of shit. Death was supposed to be restful, and this seems like some cheap charlatan trick. Peaceful interactions indeed. Disgraceful. That aside, he has seen hide nor hair of anyone else who would have- should have been here, were this the afterlife. What a complete ripoff. Currently, Dimitri is on foot, mostly walking for walking's sake. Wings would be faster, but the weight of his worries keep him well grounded for now. He feels naked without his swords, though he is grateful he at least arrived with his bracers.
He will hail the first person he sees with a wave of his hand, naturally. No shame in asking a few questions, though who knows what or who he will find here...
II. Network Post
Salutations,
I seek answers if any would spare me their time. I presume this cannot truly be the afterlife, given the absurd circumstances outlined upon arrival. If it is so, then I have some grievances to air to the powers that be in regards to the expectation of rest having fell to the wayside.
I thank you for your time.
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It is a rather poor depiction of any so-called afterlife by my measure. As such, I still find myself hard pressed to believe the claims and I have been here for several moons now. It is more akin to a gaol of a salacious persuasion, than any true afterlife.
I am Emet-Selch of the Convocation of Fourteen, though at present we are a touch understaffed. Nevertheless, I shall be glad to answer your questions.
[After all, this technically is part of his job at the Hall, offering guidance to those who need it...]
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Lady Nolwenn Hellaine | Mercy | OTA!
[ While the infirmary was nice and all, Lady Hellaine did not wish to spend more time than was needed there. She wasn't exactly sure if the Peacekeeper would be putting her back together in her current form or something more -natural- shall we say? So, as soon as she was able, Lady Hellaine was sauntering out of the building and through the lobby as if nothing had happened.
That fake smile she wore across her perfectly pretty face didn't even crack as she politely greeted anyone who happened to be passing her by. She was hungry though... Being brought back like this really did do a number on her appetite. Hmm, this could cause a problem.
It had been explained to her where she was and what this place was, so she understood that death wasn't permanent, but did that mean if she were to murder and consume someone they'd come back with memories of her having devoured them? Could pose a problem indeed. ]
Oh, um, excuse me, but would you be so kind as to show a lady where she might grab a bite to eat around here? Only, I've just arrived and well, I hardly know my way around yet.
[ Practiced politeness was indeed needed if she were to trick someone into escorting her off someplace she intended to seduce and attack them. ]
Time For Tea:
[ If there was one thing her keeper had taught her, it was how to be ladylike and part of that was attending tea parties and the like.
So, without kicking up too much of a fuss (but knowing she was going to have to purge herself of the ingested substance once she was alone) Lady Hellaine introduced herself to the table, currently only occupied by one other person. ]
May I have this seat? Only, it's been a rather taxing day and my little legs are becoming quite restless.
[ Again, that smile that looked out of place was painted across her pretty lips. Gathering the skirt of her dress before delicately sitting down, making sure her posture was just right as she raised the closest teapot and poured herself a cup, unaware of the enchanted beverage she was about to consume... Would it even work on an alien like herself? Let's find out, shall we? ]
Wildcard:
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arrival
[It seems it's mutual, at least. Ren offers a shy smile when she speaks, his hands absently pressing behind his back.]
Yeah, sure! I've got a lotta free time so we can learn together, if that's okay. What do you like to eat? That way I know better what to look for with you!
Oh!! I'm Ren, by the way. Nice t'meetcha! What's your name?
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