Fantasy Oddity Sleuths [Urban Fantasy] [You can join anytime]

[Pyrotechnical1]

“ names Quentin, you? He said as he began to open his chocolate bar.

 

[Proarch]

"It's Loren." Loren said while he frantically tries to get the protein bar unstuck.

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“What’s the hurry” he asked” not like the bar is going anywhere”

 

[Proarch]

"Yeah but I just wasted 2 dollars..." Loren snapped "Guess I gotta keep looking" He mumbled as he walked away.

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“For what?”

 

[Proarch]

Loren turned to face him. "Another vending machine."

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

He took a bite out of the chocolate bar it not only tasted bad it had a texture like flesh he throws it to ground and spits trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

 

[Proarch]

Loren left the alleyway. To not be greeted by his the street and his bike on the sidewalk, but instead be greeted by more alleyway.
"Uh, what's going on here?"

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

He looked at the chocolate bar it no longer looked like the brown goodness it used to be not it looked more green and almost skin like. He looked around and saw that Loren was gone. Quentin had a funny feeling were he was.

 

[Proarch]

Loren looked around. "I think I may have taken a Wrong Turn" Loren examined his surroundings. Nothing but vending machines and alleyways as far as the eyes can see. Loren checked his phone, surprising he still has a signal in the pocket dimension he's trapped in although the signal's very weak.

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

He walked around “HEY” he yelled to find out if he was alone wandering around he saw more vending machines everywhere “great, just perfect”

 

[Proarch]

Loren was stopped by the sudden yell and decided to run to the source of the sound. Soon enough he found Quenten.

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

Quentin turned around and saw Loren “are you one of them or are you real?” Quentin said frantically

 

[Proarch]

"uhhhhh..." To be honest Loren never really thought about having to prove his identity. "I am real!"

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“well that doesn’t prove anything but I going to take you word for it” he said “ sorry I delt with one of these before, don’t end too well when I trusted everyone I saw.”

 

[Proarch]

"That's understandable, I take it you're a Oddity Sleuth too right" Loren asks while taking a moment to rest.

(An old friend once told me that I could just go message random people and invite them to roleplay but that was on another website at the time. Is it acceptable here?)

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“You could say that” he paused to look around “ we should get moving” he picked a random detection and started walking

( I don’t know but it has happened to me before so I would check the rules set by the mods)

 

[Proarch]

Loren followed behind "Well nice to know you're experienced, this is actually my first time dealing with anomalies.

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“ not with this classification. This one appears to be one of the corridor hunters, ones that play with there food, that happens to be us by the way”

 

[Proarch]

"Yeah..." Loren looked up into the sky. It's dull gray, nothing like the blue sky or even the cloudy ones he's used to. It's feels different and wrong. Loren turns to Quenten, "I guess we should look for an exit"

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“That would be the best course of action” Quentin looked left then right. just the same as before “look for anything out of the ordinary”

 

[Proarch]

"Out of the ordinary? There's nothing ordinary about any of this!" Loren replied as he readies his baseball bat for any danger.

(I got to sleep. See you tomorrow.)

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“ as in different from this corridor of moldy chocolate machine”

(See ya)

 

[Proarch]

"Alright, sound like a plan." Loren looks at his phone. "I can still get a signal even if here but it's very weak. I could go online and ask the person who reported this anomaly. If they encountered it before, then they must've found a way out right? Unless they're stuck in here too..."

 

[Pyrotechnical1]

“ I think they would have told us if they were stuck here so go for it” Quentin turned and looked at the phone screen.