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Necessity4Fun
I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...
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Fiction.
Reality.
There is a tenuous line that separates them, and every sane person can tell you the difference in just a few words. The idea of alternate universes and timelines is but a theory. Worlds of space battles, creatures of fantasy, and beings of unfathomable concepts are the thought-children of writers and artists.
That’s what we believed, at least until a few months ago.
One day, many things appeared in our galaxy, the Auddctus System. I say things since it wasn’t just people and animals. No, it was everything. From inventions that allowed interstellar travel to other planets with new species and cultures. They just appeared out of nowhere. The things that could speak — advanced robots, men and women from thousands of years ago, the monsters — most were just as confused as we were. Our governments were in a panic, and society was on the verge of crumbling. Only through working closely with some of these… people from all around the multiverse, and the organizations and governments they owned, were we able to keep some sort of peace.
We’ve made more progress than we ever dreamed of since then. Because of this multiversal collide, humanity has flourished, and trade between these new intergalactic governments and organizations has since brought us technological advances beyond our wildest dreams.
Unfortunately, when you make the ocean bigger, there’s bound to be bigger fish somewhere in the depths. Bounty hunters, abominations larger than planets, and other horrors now lurk around this combined universe of ours. Some of them we’re probably not ready for.
Millions of new faces appear every day from countless other timelines and universes. Some are surprised, others expect it. We hardly understand it any more than they do. Maybe it’s the work of some eldritch horror from beyond reality. It wouldn’t be out of the question now. One thing, though, is for sure.
A perpetual rift between our worlds has been opened.
Now, there are no limits.
1. No godmodding, powerplaying, or metagaming.
2. This RP’s battles are run on a PTK basis. PTK stands for Permission To Kill, and it’s where you, well, ask another RPer for permission to kill their character if you wish to. Characters will only die IF PTK is granted. No exceptions.
2.2. However, this does not exclusively apply to character death - actions that will remove input from a player, such as incapacitation or forceful transmission, will also require permission from them. Treat your peers with respect, and do not attempt to override their control over their own characters.
3. Be considerate to other RPers! Act in character, but be fair as well; it would be no fun to everyone else if only you had the spotlight. F is for friends who do stuff together!
4. Please keep drama away from the RP and the Discord (which you can join through this link)! Discuss things in DMs only, please!
5. You may only have three of your characters together at any given time. If you ask, and our GMs approve, you may have four.
[/div][/div]Reality.
There is a tenuous line that separates them, and every sane person can tell you the difference in just a few words. The idea of alternate universes and timelines is but a theory. Worlds of space battles, creatures of fantasy, and beings of unfathomable concepts are the thought-children of writers and artists.
That’s what we believed, at least until a few months ago.
One day, many things appeared in our galaxy, the Auddctus System. I say things since it wasn’t just people and animals. No, it was everything. From inventions that allowed interstellar travel to other planets with new species and cultures. They just appeared out of nowhere. The things that could speak — advanced robots, men and women from thousands of years ago, the monsters — most were just as confused as we were. Our governments were in a panic, and society was on the verge of crumbling. Only through working closely with some of these… people from all around the multiverse, and the organizations and governments they owned, were we able to keep some sort of peace.
We’ve made more progress than we ever dreamed of since then. Because of this multiversal collide, humanity has flourished, and trade between these new intergalactic governments and organizations has since brought us technological advances beyond our wildest dreams.
Unfortunately, when you make the ocean bigger, there’s bound to be bigger fish somewhere in the depths. Bounty hunters, abominations larger than planets, and other horrors now lurk around this combined universe of ours. Some of them we’re probably not ready for.
Millions of new faces appear every day from countless other timelines and universes. Some are surprised, others expect it. We hardly understand it any more than they do. Maybe it’s the work of some eldritch horror from beyond reality. It wouldn’t be out of the question now. One thing, though, is for sure.
A perpetual rift between our worlds has been opened.
Now, there are no limits.
2. This RP’s battles are run on a PTK basis. PTK stands for Permission To Kill, and it’s where you, well, ask another RPer for permission to kill their character if you wish to. Characters will only die IF PTK is granted. No exceptions.
2.2. However, this does not exclusively apply to character death - actions that will remove input from a player, such as incapacitation or forceful transmission, will also require permission from them. Treat your peers with respect, and do not attempt to override their control over their own characters.
3. Be considerate to other RPers! Act in character, but be fair as well; it would be no fun to everyone else if only you had the spotlight. F is for friends who do stuff together!
4. Please keep drama away from the RP and the Discord (which you can join through this link)! Discuss things in DMs only, please!
5. You may only have three of your characters together at any given time. If you ask, and our GMs approve, you may have four.
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Reocopia's Introduction
Necessity4Fun
I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...
Two things should stick to our newcomers as they arrive in their new location: first, the enormous quantity of background noise, motors rumbling non-stop, screeches of metallic machinery echoing from the areas all around them, the zoom of flying ships overhead, angry, emotional, everyday chatter and rambling of the people coming and going.
Secondly, a distinct lack of color in the environment. No sight of natural life anywhere, an urban bloated city painted in decimating shades of black, grey and brown. The native’s clothing too seemed to stick to those colors, very rarely with a brighter happier tone thrown in, immediately drawing attention. Despite these which were rather depressing views, a welcoming light blue sky adorned with comfy-looking pearly clouds stood overhead, as if smiling down on the new arrivals.
They’re in luck, it hasn’t started raining yet.
After a moment to take in the jarring and contrasting elements of their location and a whiff of the oddly smelly air, our guests would come to realize that they have landed in some kind of complex building. Now whether they have arrived in the platform properly, inside one the smaller rooms or even on top of the roof, the building in question was… interestingly open.
Lacking any sort of walls other than ones of the shops located inside of it, this terminal-esque construction was covered by a structure that could only be described as a stretched irregular pyramid, held up by three thick parallelepipeds of concrete and its own corners where they encountered the ground. It was certainly a much modern-looking building than the rest of town, evidently new. Well, surely the banner on top alluding to an ‘inauguration’ could have helped our guests reach that same conclusion…
A distorted recorded voice would begin, flooding the entire complex and its surrounding with the sound of bad quality audio. In fact, it had been playing the same message over and over again, but it had taken our newcomers a while to discern it from the rest of the cacophony of the streets and passers-by:
Once over, silence would reign in the building for a couple of minutes before the same message would restart.
What was that about a turnstile you say? Oh, the entire building is apparently enclosed by iron gates, with the only exit being through an array of turnstiles standing in front of the gap. Beyond that space, gathered in front of the opening are grouchy, indifferent looking adults, surely workers on their breaks. Some of them even wrinkle their noses at some of the newcomers, huh. But don’t be discouraged for together with them are a more excited group of Reocopians, children and teenagers vibrating at the front gates, amazed at the assortment of characters that were stranded in the town!
Seems like one of the kids, in particular, is repeatedly jumping and waving energetically at them, trying to call everyone’s attention:
Secondly, a distinct lack of color in the environment. No sight of natural life anywhere, an urban bloated city painted in decimating shades of black, grey and brown. The native’s clothing too seemed to stick to those colors, very rarely with a brighter happier tone thrown in, immediately drawing attention. Despite these which were rather depressing views, a welcoming light blue sky adorned with comfy-looking pearly clouds stood overhead, as if smiling down on the new arrivals.
They’re in luck, it hasn’t started raining yet.
After a moment to take in the jarring and contrasting elements of their location and a whiff of the oddly smelly air, our guests would come to realize that they have landed in some kind of complex building. Now whether they have arrived in the platform properly, inside one the smaller rooms or even on top of the roof, the building in question was… interestingly open.
Lacking any sort of walls other than ones of the shops located inside of it, this terminal-esque construction was covered by a structure that could only be described as a stretched irregular pyramid, held up by three thick parallelepipeds of concrete and its own corners where they encountered the ground. It was certainly a much modern-looking building than the rest of town, evidently new. Well, surely the banner on top alluding to an ‘inauguration’ could have helped our guests reach that same conclusion…
"Welcome all to Pryden!"
A distorted recorded voice would begin, flooding the entire complex and its surrounding with the sound of bad quality audio. In fact, it had been playing the same message over and over again, but it had taken our newcomers a while to discern it from the rest of the cacophony of the streets and passers-by:
"Please direct yourselves to your left, where you’ll be able to get your very own ID made. These allow you to cross the turnstile into the rest of the town and may be asked at various points of your stay, so please do not lose it!
Feel free to wander through the complex and visit our shops by the right, why not buy a souvenir to take home once you return?
Wait, can they return?
...........
We hope that your stay is to your liking!!"
Feel free to wander through the complex and visit our shops by the right, why not buy a souvenir to take home once you return?
Wait, can they return?
...........
We hope that your stay is to your liking!!"
Once over, silence would reign in the building for a couple of minutes before the same message would restart.
What was that about a turnstile you say? Oh, the entire building is apparently enclosed by iron gates, with the only exit being through an array of turnstiles standing in front of the gap. Beyond that space, gathered in front of the opening are grouchy, indifferent looking adults, surely workers on their breaks. Some of them even wrinkle their noses at some of the newcomers, huh. But don’t be discouraged for together with them are a more excited group of Reocopians, children and teenagers vibrating at the front gates, amazed at the assortment of characters that were stranded in the town!
Seems like one of the kids, in particular, is repeatedly jumping and waving energetically at them, trying to call everyone’s attention:
"HEY! OVER HERE~!! HEEEEEEEY~"
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Wray's Introduction (GM PC for Reocopia)
Necessity4Fun
I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...
Dressed up in shades on coppery brown, stained white and some grey was the owner of that voice, hopping around like a hyper bunny, trying to overpower even the noises of the background with their call. Ah, it had been such a relief for the effeminate boy in suspender that he had made to the event on time! Well, sorta, he had missed the whole speech much earlier, but hey, he was here!
And why Wray wouldn't have made it in time, you ask?
Because HE FORGOT!
It was only the very first SPACE AIRPORT of all of Reocopia, built with assistance for other planets and their aesthetic choices and... and borrowed tech! Truly a historical event of epic proportions ever since the problem with worlds merging and he, Wray Arth Davenport, tinkerer extraordinary had completely forgotten it...
Okay, maybe 'tinkerer extraordinary' was an exaggeration... Definitely an exaggeration, but hey! Someone had to show these new people around! And who better than the teenager that had such a diverse adventuring party once, right? RIGHT? Oh Lord, he could barely contain the anticipation!
Rushing through his chores like a hurricane, making sure to take a bath and leaving with his half-eaten lunch still in his hands, the excitable invertor-wannabe had hopped on the trolley, finished eating his lunch during the trip to the big center and then pushed through a multitude of individuals so that he could get a spot right by the gate. It had been hard work, and he was sure one of them had stepped on his foot at some point, -that hurt!-, but Wray had managed to accomplish such a feat! And without accidentally electrocuting anyone on the way, yay progress!
Which of course, brings us all to the current time...
"HI I'M WRAY, I CAME TO OFFER A TOUR OR SOMETHING BECAUSE EVERYBODY IS NEW AND THIS SOUNDS LIKE FUN!!!"
, jeepers, there were so many people in here! He sure hoped his yelling could still be heard over all the murmurs and complaints all around...Hnnnnnng, he was so hyped! He could show them around, and have nice chats, and show them cool places he liked, and food he liked and-and-and he could make friends with them! Ohhhhh, he could form a new party and finally be able to travel beyond Pryden because he was too young to go on the big ships... OHHH SOMEONE OLDER COULD GET HIM IN, YEEEEEESSS~
This was going to be awesome~!
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Neon Haven - Polar Cap's Introduction
CapRock
Character arc enthusiast
Neon Haven - Intro 1
Polar Cap (North)
(General info: Peaceful difficulty, recommended for those landing on Neon Haven with a spaceship, access to everywhere except Neon Community Republic)
It was a rather smooth landing, passing through one of the holes in the junkyard belt to arrive at the planet’s ice caps. Next to the hangar where the landing took place, a long tunnel with glass walls and metal frame guides the way. It is a chilly environment, surrounded by snow and ice in every direction, the strong winds howling as they caress the walls. The entrance gradually dives into the snow and into the ground, heading directly towards the faint treetop horizon that marks the South.
Standing in the middle of the entrance tunnel, a young boy buried in winter clothes muffles a sneeze under his sleeve. He’s shaking and he has a runny nose, but otherwise seems friendly.
“Welcome to Neon Haven; my name’s Hazor1010.” He tells you. “Come on down before we all freeze up here, yeah? We can get you some hot chocolate with marshmallows once we’re there.”
Shortly after disappearing into the snow, the glass in the tunnels gives way to dark, somber metallic and concrete walls, tight corridors with sharp turns, valve handle doors and heavy air-conditioning tubes running at the ceiling. You’re brought in to a small desk, with Hazor walking right past it to await you in the other side.
“Sign this form for me. It states that you mean no harm to the Players here and that you’ll abide to the rules of whatever city/nation you happen to pass by. Do you have any legendary NKO weapons in your possession? If you do, describe them here. If you don’t even know what that means, just leave it blank. Welcome to our home.”
After the quick pass through customs, you arrive at what seems to be a hub of sorts for the settlement, with multiple tunnels sprouting in varied directions. Makeshift signs tell their destinations - resident housing, visitor hotels, train stations, maintenance room - NO ENTRY - and hot springs. Hazor1010 is here again, and he hands a pamphlet to everyone while saying:
“Alright, from this point forward, you’re free to roam wherever. This here is a basic guide to all the main cities of the… ACHOO! ...Pardon me, of the main world.. There ain’t that much to do around these parts and the train is free, so I’d get a ticket soon if I were you. But if you want to stick around a bit first, though, get out of the space lag, that’s cool. You can book a room in hotels for cheap and that hot chocolate I promised is waiting for you at the Hot Springs section, to the right. Enjoy your stay in Polaria, and in Neon Haven.”
Polar Cap (North)
(General info: Peaceful difficulty, recommended for those landing on Neon Haven with a spaceship, access to everywhere except Neon Community Republic)
It was a rather smooth landing, passing through one of the holes in the junkyard belt to arrive at the planet’s ice caps. Next to the hangar where the landing took place, a long tunnel with glass walls and metal frame guides the way. It is a chilly environment, surrounded by snow and ice in every direction, the strong winds howling as they caress the walls. The entrance gradually dives into the snow and into the ground, heading directly towards the faint treetop horizon that marks the South.
Standing in the middle of the entrance tunnel, a young boy buried in winter clothes muffles a sneeze under his sleeve. He’s shaking and he has a runny nose, but otherwise seems friendly.
“Welcome to Neon Haven; my name’s Hazor1010.” He tells you. “Come on down before we all freeze up here, yeah? We can get you some hot chocolate with marshmallows once we’re there.”
Shortly after disappearing into the snow, the glass in the tunnels gives way to dark, somber metallic and concrete walls, tight corridors with sharp turns, valve handle doors and heavy air-conditioning tubes running at the ceiling. You’re brought in to a small desk, with Hazor walking right past it to await you in the other side.
“Sign this form for me. It states that you mean no harm to the Players here and that you’ll abide to the rules of whatever city/nation you happen to pass by. Do you have any legendary NKO weapons in your possession? If you do, describe them here. If you don’t even know what that means, just leave it blank. Welcome to our home.”
After the quick pass through customs, you arrive at what seems to be a hub of sorts for the settlement, with multiple tunnels sprouting in varied directions. Makeshift signs tell their destinations - resident housing, visitor hotels, train stations, maintenance room - NO ENTRY - and hot springs. Hazor1010 is here again, and he hands a pamphlet to everyone while saying:
“Alright, from this point forward, you’re free to roam wherever. This here is a basic guide to all the main cities of the… ACHOO! ...Pardon me, of the main world.. There ain’t that much to do around these parts and the train is free, so I’d get a ticket soon if I were you. But if you want to stick around a bit first, though, get out of the space lag, that’s cool. You can book a room in hotels for cheap and that hot chocolate I promised is waiting for you at the Hot Springs section, to the right. Enjoy your stay in Polaria, and in Neon Haven.”
Neon Haven - Temperate Strip's Introduction
CapRock
Character arc enthusiast
Neon Haven - Intro 2
Temperate strip (North)
(General info: Easy difficulty, access to Neon Community Republic, Newerth, Platinum and Ironworks)
You see yourself in a room. Or, well, what’s left of it, anyways. It has been long torn down and worn by centuries of abandonment, leaving nothing but a deteriorating concrete frame, scattered with trees, flowers and vines sprouting from each nook and cranny possible. A few shy rays of sunlight pierce through holes in the ceiling to wash over spots of the room, giving off a nice sense of warmth that contrasts the slight chill in the air.
Near one of the corners of said room, a part of the wall has caved in, offering a sight of the world outside: Buildings like the one you just landed in spread out in just about every direction, their interiors all obscured by shadows. Could there be others in the region? It’s hard to tell without a thorough exploration. At this first glance, the only sign of civilization seems to be right at the edge of the horizon, a tower standing out even amongst the buildings with its height and mystical shine.
Then, a noise. A small rumble sound, cruising down a street below. It’s filled with humans - some wield swords, some guns, one even a bow. Their clothes are modern, yet ragged, and they’ve got their eyes and aims roaming around the vicinities, looking for any strange sign. They haven’t spotted you yet, however, and probably won’t if you’re careful enough. It’s an endless maze out there with surprises at any corner. Which path will you take?
Temperate strip (North)
(General info: Easy difficulty, access to Neon Community Republic, Newerth, Platinum and Ironworks)
You see yourself in a room. Or, well, what’s left of it, anyways. It has been long torn down and worn by centuries of abandonment, leaving nothing but a deteriorating concrete frame, scattered with trees, flowers and vines sprouting from each nook and cranny possible. A few shy rays of sunlight pierce through holes in the ceiling to wash over spots of the room, giving off a nice sense of warmth that contrasts the slight chill in the air.
Near one of the corners of said room, a part of the wall has caved in, offering a sight of the world outside: Buildings like the one you just landed in spread out in just about every direction, their interiors all obscured by shadows. Could there be others in the region? It’s hard to tell without a thorough exploration. At this first glance, the only sign of civilization seems to be right at the edge of the horizon, a tower standing out even amongst the buildings with its height and mystical shine.
Then, a noise. A small rumble sound, cruising down a street below. It’s filled with humans - some wield swords, some guns, one even a bow. Their clothes are modern, yet ragged, and they’ve got their eyes and aims roaming around the vicinities, looking for any strange sign. They haven’t spotted you yet, however, and probably won’t if you’re careful enough. It’s an endless maze out there with surprises at any corner. Which path will you take?
Neon Haven - Tropical Strip's Introduction
CapRock
Character arc enthusiast
Neon Haven - Intro 3
Tropic strip (North)
(General info: Moderate difficulty, access to Genesis Labs and Laurelia)
As soon as you arrive, you are bombarded with a myriad of colors and smells from just about every direction. It’s hot and humid, the ground is soft and fluffy and every corner seems to be covered with a thick and lush forest. Buzzes, chirps, snarls and howls erupt from just about every place, chaotic, yet harmonious at the same time, life’s orchestra at work.
Looking up, you can see the gorgeous blue skies of this new and foreign land you are in and, out in the distance, the silhouette of what seems to be a floating piece of land. The keen eye may also spot the occasional piece of technology sprouting from the otherwise boundless forest; Outposts and fences mostly, many of which have been heavily damaged and broken open by what must have been a fearsome creature.
Before you can properly plan a path, however, one of the noises starts to jump out from the others. They grow from a lone source into a choir, building up as their twisted, horrid shapes emerge from the vegetation. Long, thin and dark-skinned, these demonic creatures screech at you, drawing closer with intent to kill. It’s fight or flight time, so don’t freeze!
Tropic strip (North)
(General info: Moderate difficulty, access to Genesis Labs and Laurelia)
As soon as you arrive, you are bombarded with a myriad of colors and smells from just about every direction. It’s hot and humid, the ground is soft and fluffy and every corner seems to be covered with a thick and lush forest. Buzzes, chirps, snarls and howls erupt from just about every place, chaotic, yet harmonious at the same time, life’s orchestra at work.
Looking up, you can see the gorgeous blue skies of this new and foreign land you are in and, out in the distance, the silhouette of what seems to be a floating piece of land. The keen eye may also spot the occasional piece of technology sprouting from the otherwise boundless forest; Outposts and fences mostly, many of which have been heavily damaged and broken open by what must have been a fearsome creature.
Before you can properly plan a path, however, one of the noises starts to jump out from the others. They grow from a lone source into a choir, building up as their twisted, horrid shapes emerge from the vegetation. Long, thin and dark-skinned, these demonic creatures screech at you, drawing closer with intent to kill. It’s fight or flight time, so don’t freeze!
Neon Haven - Equatorial Strip's Introduction
CapRock
Character arc enthusiast
Neon Haven - Intro 4
Equator Strip
(Generic info: Hard difficulty, access to Blacksea and a secret location)
Upon crossing the Rift, you’re greeted with a bright, hot light - here, the blinding, scorching Sun dominates the blue skies. Dunes of sand stretch in every direction, hypnotic in their sameness as they blend into each other on the shimmering air. At the distance, the occasional rock pillar can be seen, as well as some daunting grayish brown clouds of dust forming in the distance. There’s no sign of where to go, or even any semblance of life.
At least at first.
It began silently. A shift in the sands, building up in the general vicinity. It seems to follow a pattern, slithering swiftly, closing in to your location. Then, finally, an geiser of dust erupts from the ground! And from it, a massive wurm made of ragged metallic scales leaps off of it. On the tip of its head, a gaping mouth reveal a multitude of teeth spinning wildly and scraping against themselves like a mincer, spitting out sparks as they do. This thing - whatever it is - has got its eyes on your and is getting ready to lunge.
Equator Strip
(Generic info: Hard difficulty, access to Blacksea and a secret location)
Upon crossing the Rift, you’re greeted with a bright, hot light - here, the blinding, scorching Sun dominates the blue skies. Dunes of sand stretch in every direction, hypnotic in their sameness as they blend into each other on the shimmering air. At the distance, the occasional rock pillar can be seen, as well as some daunting grayish brown clouds of dust forming in the distance. There’s no sign of where to go, or even any semblance of life.
At least at first.
It began silently. A shift in the sands, building up in the general vicinity. It seems to follow a pattern, slithering swiftly, closing in to your location. Then, finally, an geiser of dust erupts from the ground! And from it, a massive wurm made of ragged metallic scales leaps off of it. On the tip of its head, a gaping mouth reveal a multitude of teeth spinning wildly and scraping against themselves like a mincer, spitting out sparks as they do. This thing - whatever it is - has got its eyes on your and is getting ready to lunge.
Benedict Cucumberpatch
Classified
You all would enter an old, Victorian style space station and would notice the old....creepy texture. This place....it hasn’t been cleaned in ages.....there were several rooms and all were dimly lit. The wallpaper was ragged, the lamps outdated, and a somber phonograph echoed an eerie broken tune as you entered a giant main reception area.
You all would notice a big desk, with a wall of posters behind it, most of them wanted posters, and two robots stationed there.
“Hello, welcome to Colonium, how may we be of....assistance.” One of them whispered quietly...the way he asked sounded very suspicious...as if he wasn’t quite sure you all were safe to talk to as his glowing eyes narrowed.
“I assure you the only thing here is me....Bertram....and good deals.” He would say again quietly.
“What brings you all here?” He would ask....you didn’t have to talk to him however, there was the other clerk to talk to, The left hallway, and a door to your right.
Welcome to Colonium
You all would notice a big desk, with a wall of posters behind it, most of them wanted posters, and two robots stationed there.
“Hello, welcome to Colonium, how may we be of....assistance.” One of them whispered quietly...the way he asked sounded very suspicious...as if he wasn’t quite sure you all were safe to talk to as his glowing eyes narrowed.
“I assure you the only thing here is me....Bertram....and good deals.” He would say again quietly.
“What brings you all here?” He would ask....you didn’t have to talk to him however, there was the other clerk to talk to, The left hallway, and a door to your right.
Welcome to Colonium
Jeef_jones
Blessed boi
Neon Haven - Intro 3
Tropic strip (North)
(General info: Moderate difficulty, access to Genesis Labs and Laurelia)
As soon as you arrive, you are bombarded with a myriad of colors and smells from just about every direction. It’s hot and humid, the ground is soft and fluffy and every corner seems to be covered with a thick and lush forest. Buzzes, chirps, snarls and howls erupt from just about every place, chaotic, yet harmonious at the same time, life’s orchestra at work.
Looking up, you can see the gorgeous blue skies of this new and foreign land you are in and, out in the distance, the silhouette of what seems to be a floating piece of land. The keen eye may also spot the occasional piece of technology sprouting from the otherwise boundless forest; Outposts and fences mostly, many of which have been heavily damaged and broken open by what must have been a fearsome creature.
Before you can properly plan a path, however, one of the noises starts to jump out from the others. They grow from a lone source into a choir, building up as their twisted, horrid shapes emerge from the vegetation. Long, thin and dark-skinned, these demonic creatures screech at you, drawing closer with intent to kill. It’s fight or flight time, so don’t freeze!
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Robert was simply waiting in the...well, waiting room for the job he had signed up for, thinking that everything would go normal until the drop, except for when he suddenly fell through the rift and into a tropical forest looking place...good thing he already had his servant outfit and spear with him, otherwise he would have felt a whole lot less prepared for these strange new lands...looking around quickly, he thought this may have been the same situation with the room, although that thought process was quickly stopped as he heard the coming monsters and entered a battle stance as a strange creature approached him which definitely looked like it had the intent to kill, his spear pointed downards as he stared it down.
Ferociousfeind
Shamrock Shake
Khara Daelynn ~ Equator Strip, Neon Haven
(Neon Haven Intro 4)
Oh, what a surprise. Teraes smiles down upon Khara Daelynn, Aes's favorite collection of mind-eating fungal spores. She had just settled down with Ava and Nephrite and Arryn, just beginning to construct a permanent residence, in the middle of the woods. Nobody would've ever found them. Ever. It was the perfect place to calm down and learn as much as she could. After all, she had unintentionally destroyed her mind before wrestling herself under control. She was almost set to reintegrate with the rest of the world, when just...
Things went dark.
Well, not totally dark. It was actually quite bright, and hot. The Kitsune brought an arm to her face to shield from the sun. It was that she couldn't hear the buzz in her head. She had no sense of Nephrite nor Arryn within her. It was as if they had been incinerated instantly, or flash-frozen. Or warped outside of the universe. She hazarded a look around, getting nothing useful out of her surroundings. A massive desert in all directions, with no end in sight. She groaned. Already, she was wishing whatever had just happened, hadn't. Damn Teraes for cursing her with this punishment. She would exact revenge on that goddess for meddling in her own affairs.
Well, revenge could wait for after the Wurm was taken care of, right? Khara leapt back in an amazing show of physical ability as the wurm burst from the sand, towering over her. Its metallic teeth gnashed against each other, spewing sparks and making the most horrible grating noise, making it almost a little difficult to focus on the damn thing. Fortunately, she knew how to deal with things like this, it wasn't particularly hard if one worked intelligently. Which Khara was more than capable of.
The Kitsune lifted her free arm, transforming the sand around her into spears of solid quartz, hefting them from the ground with air magic and getting ready to leap out of the way and launch the impromptu projectiles at the beast as soon as it decided to strike.
(Neon Haven Intro 4)
Oh, what a surprise. Teraes smiles down upon Khara Daelynn, Aes's favorite collection of mind-eating fungal spores. She had just settled down with Ava and Nephrite and Arryn, just beginning to construct a permanent residence, in the middle of the woods. Nobody would've ever found them. Ever. It was the perfect place to calm down and learn as much as she could. After all, she had unintentionally destroyed her mind before wrestling herself under control. She was almost set to reintegrate with the rest of the world, when just...
Things went dark.
Well, not totally dark. It was actually quite bright, and hot. The Kitsune brought an arm to her face to shield from the sun. It was that she couldn't hear the buzz in her head. She had no sense of Nephrite nor Arryn within her. It was as if they had been incinerated instantly, or flash-frozen. Or warped outside of the universe. She hazarded a look around, getting nothing useful out of her surroundings. A massive desert in all directions, with no end in sight. She groaned. Already, she was wishing whatever had just happened, hadn't. Damn Teraes for cursing her with this punishment. She would exact revenge on that goddess for meddling in her own affairs.
Well, revenge could wait for after the Wurm was taken care of, right? Khara leapt back in an amazing show of physical ability as the wurm burst from the sand, towering over her. Its metallic teeth gnashed against each other, spewing sparks and making the most horrible grating noise, making it almost a little difficult to focus on the damn thing. Fortunately, she knew how to deal with things like this, it wasn't particularly hard if one worked intelligently. Which Khara was more than capable of.
The Kitsune lifted her free arm, transforming the sand around her into spears of solid quartz, hefting them from the ground with air magic and getting ready to leap out of the way and launch the impromptu projectiles at the beast as soon as it decided to strike.
Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
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“Gods,” the young woman groaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position, raising a hand to her head. It felt like she’d hit it. Pink eyes scanned the room, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to make sense of what had happened only moments before. She’d been in Eros’s kitchen, talking to him about the time that she’d spent with Ares, and then she felt like she was falling and everything went black. Now she was here, and she didn’t understand what or where here was. Deciding to stay calm, and let her curiosity take reign over her fear, the young woman maneuvered herself onto her hands and knees and crawled across whatever room she was in to peer through the hole in the wall.
“Mortals?” now she was even more confused. Had Zeus pulled her from Eros’s kitchen and thrown her into the moral realm? She wasn’t wearing the right clothes to be here. Worse, the mortals had weapons, if they tried to attack her it would be more than obvious that she wasn’t one of them. Not that her pink skin would be enough to give that away on its own. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, after what had just happened with Apollo, her hair had grown long and she hadn’t taken the time to cut it, and with what was happening now, she could feel her powers rushing through her body. Vines started to sprout from her scalp and make their way down, weaving themselves into her hair until a thought clicked. If she was here, Apollo couldn’t get to her, no one could. She could have all the time in the world to figure out what her feelings were, how to handle home, how to finally talk to her mother about T.G.O.E.M. The vines retracted themselves into nothing as the young, pink, nineteen year old got a grip on her emotions.
[/div][/div]“Mortals?” now she was even more confused. Had Zeus pulled her from Eros’s kitchen and thrown her into the moral realm? She wasn’t wearing the right clothes to be here. Worse, the mortals had weapons, if they tried to attack her it would be more than obvious that she wasn’t one of them. Not that her pink skin would be enough to give that away on its own. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, after what had just happened with Apollo, her hair had grown long and she hadn’t taken the time to cut it, and with what was happening now, she could feel her powers rushing through her body. Vines started to sprout from her scalp and make their way down, weaving themselves into her hair until a thought clicked. If she was here, Apollo couldn’t get to her, no one could. She could have all the time in the world to figure out what her feelings were, how to handle home, how to finally talk to her mother about T.G.O.E.M. The vines retracted themselves into nothing as the young, pink, nineteen year old got a grip on her emotions.
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Font: Cormorant Garamond Color: White Mood: Worried but calm Condition: Healthy, headache Location: Neon Haven (Temperate Strip) Inventory: Cracked cellphone
PopcornPie
Dazed, confused, but chugging on.
Divided into sections for everyone's convenience.
(ALL SIX ARE OPEN FOR INTERACTION!
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Samus
(Polar Cap)
"EVERYONE, RUN! RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!" A herd of beloved warriors ran for their newly recovered lives, holding each other tight. There was no time to make sure nobody was being left behind; no matter how quickly they moved, a blanket of bright light glided over them like a committee of vultures. The source of this light was a pair of strange beings, composed purely of light and shadow, who had both been weakened by the warriors to the point where they could no longer hold in their energy. Both were about to supernova.
Within this panic was the great Samus Aran, who was already in a tough position. She was never a fast runner to begin with, and she was exhausted from the long battle against the two beings. Everyone else had buddied up with each other, leaving her alone. Fortunately, her gunship was waiting for her.
She revved up in two shakes, relaxing for a second. Things would be all right now, right?
Unfortunately, she had underestimated the blast radius.
The two entities practically flipped the cliff over as they detonated, hurling boulders everywhere. They battered Samus's gunship as it flipped through the air, very quickly damaging it beyond functionality. As its pilot fought hard against its forces, yet another nasty surprise waited for her: This was not an explosion, but an implosion. And nobody could save her from being sucked inside.
Every single alarm was screaming at her, but Samus was too sick and tired to care. Broken glass from her visor punctured her face. Her Power Suit had been dented all over. She groggily sent an S.O.S., then fell unconscious.
The enormous mass of dented orange alloy you could once call a gunship fell into a strange, glowing rift, and finally crashed in some snowy region.
(Polar Cap)
"EVERYONE, RUN! RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!" A herd of beloved warriors ran for their newly recovered lives, holding each other tight. There was no time to make sure nobody was being left behind; no matter how quickly they moved, a blanket of bright light glided over them like a committee of vultures. The source of this light was a pair of strange beings, composed purely of light and shadow, who had both been weakened by the warriors to the point where they could no longer hold in their energy. Both were about to supernova.
Within this panic was the great Samus Aran, who was already in a tough position. She was never a fast runner to begin with, and she was exhausted from the long battle against the two beings. Everyone else had buddied up with each other, leaving her alone. Fortunately, her gunship was waiting for her.
She revved up in two shakes, relaxing for a second. Things would be all right now, right?
Unfortunately, she had underestimated the blast radius.
The two entities practically flipped the cliff over as they detonated, hurling boulders everywhere. They battered Samus's gunship as it flipped through the air, very quickly damaging it beyond functionality. As its pilot fought hard against its forces, yet another nasty surprise waited for her: This was not an explosion, but an implosion. And nobody could save her from being sucked inside.
Every single alarm was screaming at her, but Samus was too sick and tired to care. Broken glass from her visor punctured her face. Her Power Suit had been dented all over. She groggily sent an S.O.S., then fell unconscious.
The enormous mass of dented orange alloy you could once call a gunship fell into a strange, glowing rift, and finally crashed in some snowy region.
(In the North Temperate Strip)
A rabbit bravely faced the Rift, being the only forest animal to do so. A bar of Cadbury's caramel hung loosely from her fingertips, indirectly inspiring her. Perhaps, on that other side, she would find a whole dimension of animals who could eat chocolate? The mosquitoes buzzing around her head called her crazy, but she merely waved farewell, and hopped inside the glowing crack with a smile.
"Oh, my..." Was her first remark upon discovering her new home. The warm air was an unexpected surprise, but she worried about her chocolate melting. "Hello? Anyone out there?" She called in a voice as sweet as honey. It was a strange, ruined environment she had found herself in, and she could make out silhouettes of people with guns and other weapons. Not that she was afraid. She was just here to share her chocolatey goodness-and a little good will, too. If what happened to these buildings was recent, then these folk would need it.
A rabbit bravely faced the Rift, being the only forest animal to do so. A bar of Cadbury's caramel hung loosely from her fingertips, indirectly inspiring her. Perhaps, on that other side, she would find a whole dimension of animals who could eat chocolate? The mosquitoes buzzing around her head called her crazy, but she merely waved farewell, and hopped inside the glowing crack with a smile.
"Oh, my..." Was her first remark upon discovering her new home. The warm air was an unexpected surprise, but she worried about her chocolate melting. "Hello? Anyone out there?" She called in a voice as sweet as honey. It was a strange, ruined environment she had found herself in, and she could make out silhouettes of people with guns and other weapons. Not that she was afraid. She was just here to share her chocolatey goodness-and a little good will, too. If what happened to these buildings was recent, then these folk would need it.
Mao Mao
(In North Tropical Strip)
"Mao Mao! WATCH OUT!" The cry of his best friend, Badgerclops, had come too late. A sleek black cat and his Aero-cycle were swallowed by the Rift in one silent gulp.
By the time he had stopped his bike, he had lost sight of anything familiar. Mao Mao was no longer surrounded by talking animals. Instead, he was now trapped in a world of flowers, humidity, and strangers. "Badgerclops? Adorabat?!" He hollered, getting no response. "Where in the name of the Pure Heart Ruby..." As he scratched his head, it became apparent that things here wouldn't be too different from home; suddenly, he was surrounded by spindly monsters. "At least I still have you, Geraldine..." Mao Mao whispered to his beloved Katana, as he prepared for battle.
(In North Tropical Strip)
"Mao Mao! WATCH OUT!" The cry of his best friend, Badgerclops, had come too late. A sleek black cat and his Aero-cycle were swallowed by the Rift in one silent gulp.
By the time he had stopped his bike, he had lost sight of anything familiar. Mao Mao was no longer surrounded by talking animals. Instead, he was now trapped in a world of flowers, humidity, and strangers. "Badgerclops? Adorabat?!" He hollered, getting no response. "Where in the name of the Pure Heart Ruby..." As he scratched his head, it became apparent that things here wouldn't be too different from home; suddenly, he was surrounded by spindly monsters. "At least I still have you, Geraldine..." Mao Mao whispered to his beloved Katana, as he prepared for battle.
Entrapta
(In North Temperate Strip)
When the bright flash subsided, the now lost Princess would look around, seeing nothing but ruins and overgrown plant life. In other words, not at all Etheria. Chin up, Entrapta, chin up...Perhaps your friends were here, too. "Bow?!" She shouted, not noticing the citizens all around her. "Adora?! Perfuma?!...Scorpia?..." Using her lovely lavender locks, she lifted herself high into the air, looking for her friends like a lost child.
(In North Temperate Strip)
When the bright flash subsided, the now lost Princess would look around, seeing nothing but ruins and overgrown plant life. In other words, not at all Etheria. Chin up, Entrapta, chin up...Perhaps your friends were here, too. "Bow?!" She shouted, not noticing the citizens all around her. "Adora?! Perfuma?!...Scorpia?..." Using her lovely lavender locks, she lifted herself high into the air, looking for her friends like a lost child.
Nanome
(In Equator Strip)
"Um..." A lone pilot anxiously studied a map. There was nobody else to consult about her whereabouts. "Didn't I already pass that star system?...Didn't I stall out next to that planet?" It was hard to pinpoint, she had stalled out next to a lot of planets. Calling her ship a rust bucket would be putting it kindly; Somehow, she had run it down into a shambling pile of duct tape, rust, and more duct tape. The entire time, it had been coughing like a sick animal, backfiring on a consistent basis to the point where it was a wonder she hadn't been overheard.
Now, this pilot's name was Nanome. Code name O-7, for the Intergalactic Defense Squadron. Except not anymore. She had somehow left that life behind, but knew it was still following her anyway.
"Hey. That's new..." For a moment, Nanome thought her windshield had sustained a new crack, but the weird glowing crack in front of her was very real. And, as soon as it spotted her, it began to suck her in. "No, no, no, no!" The second she realized she wasn't moving on her own, Nanome began to yank at her ship's controls, trying to turn herself around. But it was no good; Her engine lacked half the power it needed to escape.
Thus, if someone looked to the sky, they'd see a rusty ship spiraling out of control, scribbling on it with black exhaust that would make one feel suffocated just looking at it.
(In Equator Strip)
"Um..." A lone pilot anxiously studied a map. There was nobody else to consult about her whereabouts. "Didn't I already pass that star system?...Didn't I stall out next to that planet?" It was hard to pinpoint, she had stalled out next to a lot of planets. Calling her ship a rust bucket would be putting it kindly; Somehow, she had run it down into a shambling pile of duct tape, rust, and more duct tape. The entire time, it had been coughing like a sick animal, backfiring on a consistent basis to the point where it was a wonder she hadn't been overheard.
Now, this pilot's name was Nanome. Code name O-7, for the Intergalactic Defense Squadron. Except not anymore. She had somehow left that life behind, but knew it was still following her anyway.
"Hey. That's new..." For a moment, Nanome thought her windshield had sustained a new crack, but the weird glowing crack in front of her was very real. And, as soon as it spotted her, it began to suck her in. "No, no, no, no!" The second she realized she wasn't moving on her own, Nanome began to yank at her ship's controls, trying to turn herself around. But it was no good; Her engine lacked half the power it needed to escape.
Thus, if someone looked to the sky, they'd see a rusty ship spiraling out of control, scribbling on it with black exhaust that would make one feel suffocated just looking at it.
This was it, she was on her own.
A runaway girl miserably trudged through the Oregon woods, with only the clothes and duffel bag on her back. Where would she go now? She wasn't wanted at home, and she wasn't wanted back in her place of programming. Yes, programming. She was a virtual girl, and that fact was the source of all her trouble.
Her eyes started to hurt from all the darkness, so she tried to make her hair glow. Another glowy thing would show up, however. It started off as a tiny crack, then expanded, as though a child was ripping apart a piece of paper right in front of her eyes. And it was pulling her in. "Help! Help!" She yowled, as she tried hard to run away. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far before the Rift had its way with her.
The girl's first instinct upon landing who-knows-where was to run around, looking for some kind of authority figure. This wasn't right, it was all bright and shiny, absolutely unwelcoming to a scared mind like hers...
A runaway girl miserably trudged through the Oregon woods, with only the clothes and duffel bag on her back. Where would she go now? She wasn't wanted at home, and she wasn't wanted back in her place of programming. Yes, programming. She was a virtual girl, and that fact was the source of all her trouble.
Her eyes started to hurt from all the darkness, so she tried to make her hair glow. Another glowy thing would show up, however. It started off as a tiny crack, then expanded, as though a child was ripping apart a piece of paper right in front of her eyes. And it was pulling her in. "Help! Help!" She yowled, as she tried hard to run away. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far before the Rift had its way with her.
The girl's first instinct upon landing who-knows-where was to run around, looking for some kind of authority figure. This wasn't right, it was all bright and shiny, absolutely unwelcoming to a scared mind like hers...
(ALL SIX ARE OPEN FOR INTERACTION!
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GearBlade654
One Thousand Club
Max Wellington
Status: Alert
Actions: Getting to Cover
Location: Equatorial Strip, Neon Haven
"Oh, bloody hell."
Max had been working on yet another case. Some damn idiot had wandered off into the desert. A few minutes of consoling the fool's family and Max was out in the desert, searching for the man.
Max made a mental note to tell the idiot off. Knowing people like the missing person, he was probably out for adventure or something-but why would he be out here, on his own?
The commander turned detective was scanning the desert until a loud noise got his attention.
Max looked up from the faint tracks on the ground and raised his eyebrows real quick.
"I don't know what that is and quite frankly, I don't want to know."
Max muttered these words to himself as he ran for cover. Great, murderous fauna. The beret-wearing detective pulled out his assault rifle, not that it would do him any good. Using the psi amp to turn the thing docile, however...
Well, that was a last resort. For now, Max took a moment to wonder where to go from here.
(Max Wellington is open for interaction.)
Status: Alert
Actions: Getting to Cover
Location: Equatorial Strip, Neon Haven
"Oh, bloody hell."
Max had been working on yet another case. Some damn idiot had wandered off into the desert. A few minutes of consoling the fool's family and Max was out in the desert, searching for the man.
Max made a mental note to tell the idiot off. Knowing people like the missing person, he was probably out for adventure or something-but why would he be out here, on his own?
The commander turned detective was scanning the desert until a loud noise got his attention.
Max looked up from the faint tracks on the ground and raised his eyebrows real quick.
"I don't know what that is and quite frankly, I don't want to know."
Max muttered these words to himself as he ran for cover. Great, murderous fauna. The beret-wearing detective pulled out his assault rifle, not that it would do him any good. Using the psi amp to turn the thing docile, however...
Well, that was a last resort. For now, Max took a moment to wonder where to go from here.
(Max Wellington is open for interaction.)
Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
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Ferociousfeind
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GearBlade654
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CapRock
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[/div][/div][div class=pptext]With a loud yip mixed with surprise and pain, a large white wolf landed on the dirt. She lay there for a few moments, trying to catch her breath and waited for the pain of landing to subside -- or if it didn’t, hope that nothing had been too badly hurt. Sadly, by the time she'd caught her breath, the pain hadn't left. It didn't feel like anything was broken, however, but it was still sharp. Nonetheless, Penelope pushed herself to her paws, about to check what had happened, when she felt the ground rumbling under paw. Brown eyes darted around the area, catching sight of someone else who had apparently appeared from nowhere just before some just warm thing forced itself through the ground. A growl rumbled in the wolf’s chest as she lowered herself into a fighting stance. Though, there was an issue. Pen didn’t know how to fight giant worms. She’d most likely have to claw her way into it, as there didn’t seem to be anywhere she could use her teeth.Font: Indie Flower Color: #FF5A1D Mood: Annoyed Condition: Healthy Location: Neon Haven (Equator Strip) Equipment: A small bag, her clothes, and a small wood carving knife Power: Wolf Phase Outfit: X X
She was still searching for a place to attack when quartz spears flew from the ground. So, the other person here was probably a vampire of some sort, with powers like Benjamin most likely. Great. Well, with that in mind, Penelope took a couple paw steps back and sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws as she watched the worm and suspected vampire duke it out. The pain that she had in her side was all but forgotten in the commotion, though her white fur was unknowingly being stained red and there was a small wooden knife sticking from her side that she hadn't seemed to notice. What she did notice, however, was a man in the distance. It wasn't a vampire, that much she could tell, and pushed herself to her paws once more, stalking forward toward the man as she continued to ignore the pain in her side.
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GearBlade654
One Thousand Club
Assault Unit 1787, nickname Smokestack
Actions: Torching Demons
Status: In a Battle Rage
Location: Tropic Strip, Neon Haven
"RAAAAAAAAAAAGH, HAAAA HA HA HA HA."
Smokestack's first thoughts upon spotting the demonic creatures was not one of fear nor hesitation, but one of a half-crazed battle rage.
The big robot had his orders. Self-defense was perfectly fine, all in the name of the glorious Neo Cheanded.
A mechanical Russian accent was heard in Smokestack's pyromaniacal laughter as the robot immediately opened fire on the demonic abominations with his twin heavy arm-flamethrowers.
Black smoke filled the air as burning fuel spat forth towards the demons.
And Smokestack had no problems about finding the glory of battle yet again. True, these were not the usual Vixoid grunt. But they were the enemy, and enemies typically stop trying to kill you when they get a face full of burning fuel.
"COME, THEN! COME AT ME IF YOU DARE! I AM SMOKESTACK, NEO CHEANDED HERO. NIGHTMARE TO ALL WHO DARE STRIKE AT ME!"
(Smokestack is open for interaction.)
Actions: Torching Demons
Status: In a Battle Rage
Location: Tropic Strip, Neon Haven
"RAAAAAAAAAAAGH, HAAAA HA HA HA HA."
Smokestack's first thoughts upon spotting the demonic creatures was not one of fear nor hesitation, but one of a half-crazed battle rage.
The big robot had his orders. Self-defense was perfectly fine, all in the name of the glorious Neo Cheanded.
A mechanical Russian accent was heard in Smokestack's pyromaniacal laughter as the robot immediately opened fire on the demonic abominations with his twin heavy arm-flamethrowers.
Black smoke filled the air as burning fuel spat forth towards the demons.
And Smokestack had no problems about finding the glory of battle yet again. True, these were not the usual Vixoid grunt. But they were the enemy, and enemies typically stop trying to kill you when they get a face full of burning fuel.
"COME, THEN! COME AT ME IF YOU DARE! I AM SMOKESTACK, NEO CHEANDED HERO. NIGHTMARE TO ALL WHO DARE STRIKE AT ME!"
(Smokestack is open for interaction.)
PopcornPie
Dazed, confused, but chugging on.
Nanome's ship wailed on its way down, unable to right itself. Her heart was racing, and she couldn't think straight. All she could do was use her communicator to summon someone who could. "Mayday, mayday!" She shrieked. "I'm out of control! I don't even know where I-YAAAAAAH!" In her desperation to right herself, she nearly crashed into some kind of worm creature. Thankfully, she still managed to barrel roll out of its way, backfiring right into its face.
That was a brief moment of fun. Back to panicking. "Everything's failing! Send he-" A screech pierced her skull as she finally hit the ground, kicking up the sand all around her. Instantly, she activated her landing gear, which nearly fell off upon impact. The engines stopped abruptly, letting her slide to a stop. As she skidded, the ship spun around in circles, nearly tipping over.
Nanome needed what felt like an hour to recover. She was pressed into her seat, hyperventilating. Her soft blue eyes darted all around, taking note of the desert scenery. Judoon?...No, no. She never had to go through a wormhole to get to Judoon.
"Well, wherever I am, it's time to get out." The runaway soldier mused to herself, gently turning her ignition.
Clunkclunkclunkclunkclunkclunk...
Nanome's eyes widened. "Oh, no..."
Clunkclunkclunkclunkclunkclunk...
"Please, no..."
Clunkclunkclunkclunkclunkclunk-BANG-Clunk, clunk...clunk.
More smoke oozed from beneath the hood.
"Oh, NOW what's wrong with you?!" She groaned, running her hands through her silver hair. This might not have been the worst possible time to have engine trouble, but it was in the top ten!
That was a brief moment of fun. Back to panicking. "Everything's failing! Send he-" A screech pierced her skull as she finally hit the ground, kicking up the sand all around her. Instantly, she activated her landing gear, which nearly fell off upon impact. The engines stopped abruptly, letting her slide to a stop. As she skidded, the ship spun around in circles, nearly tipping over.
Nanome needed what felt like an hour to recover. She was pressed into her seat, hyperventilating. Her soft blue eyes darted all around, taking note of the desert scenery. Judoon?...No, no. She never had to go through a wormhole to get to Judoon.
"Well, wherever I am, it's time to get out." The runaway soldier mused to herself, gently turning her ignition.
Clunkclunkclunkclunkclunkclunk...
Nanome's eyes widened. "Oh, no..."
Clunkclunkclunkclunkclunkclunk...
"Please, no..."
Clunkclunkclunkclunkclunkclunk-BANG-Clunk, clunk...clunk.
More smoke oozed from beneath the hood.
"Oh, NOW what's wrong with you?!" She groaned, running her hands through her silver hair. This might not have been the worst possible time to have engine trouble, but it was in the top ten!
Mao Mao prepared for the creatures' next move, but his sharp ears picked up a new voice. Somewhat impressed by the show of confidence, he turned his head toward Smokestack, smirking. "And I am Mao Mao, Legendary Hero!" Certainly was nice to meet another one! Maybe heroes from all over were called here for pest control. A little...underwhelming? Kinda. But it's what Mao Mao did in Pure Heart Valley wasn't all that different from this.
(Mentioning
GearBlade654
)
(Mentioning
GearBlade654
)"Hello? Anybody?" The girl kept wandering the strange city, fighting against her tears. There was no place for her to rest, nobody wanted to talk to her, and she was probably miles from home. Who wouldn't be turned to crying with all those factors?
Finally, she sat in an alley, ruffling through her duffel bag until she produced an orange stuffed cat. The pinkette held the cat high, letting him see the new world, before bringing him back down to face her. "Do you know where we are, Oswald?" She asked the cat, then made his head shake. "W-well..." The girl's lip quivered. "Neither do I!" Finally, the dam burst, and she began to sob, hugging Oswald tightly. "I already wanna go home!"
Finally, she sat in an alley, ruffling through her duffel bag until she produced an orange stuffed cat. The pinkette held the cat high, letting him see the new world, before bringing him back down to face her. "Do you know where we are, Oswald?" She asked the cat, then made his head shake. "W-well..." The girl's lip quivered. "Neither do I!" Finally, the dam burst, and she began to sob, hugging Oswald tightly. "I already wanna go home!"
Samus-Unconscious in the wreckage of her gunship at Polar Cap. Might want to check it out.
Entrapta and Caramel-Both in the spawn point of the North Temperate strip.
All are open for interaction.
Entrapta and Caramel-Both in the spawn point of the North Temperate strip.
All are open for interaction.
SheepKing
She/They 🐑
ISABELLE
“Thank you so much!”
A small canine would happily shout to the driver as she looked out from the ship's iced over window. The door at the front of the vehicle soon opened, causing her to shiver at the immediate gust of freezing wind that'd enter the stagnant air of the ship. She should've chosen something else to wear other than the mustard yellow cardigan and dark green skirt on her now. It seemed that the fur on her wasn't doing much to protect the gal from the cold either. Maybe there were shops nearby that she could buy a coat from! but would they even sell items in her size? All of those thoughts would be put on hold for later as it was finally time to head out. She gave a final nod to the driver as she walked to the exit, her little tail wagging with each step. Finally, standing at the edge of the door, the woman would hop off, her little paws sinking into the snow as the transportation vehicle flew off soon after. But just who was this dog? It was Isabelle of course! After her little stunt in that tournament she felt that a relaxing break was much needed. She'd recently gotten a job offer for Nook Inc. and while she was certainly excited, Isabelle couldn't help but long for more time to adventure, have fun, and see all the things that were out there. Ever since she'd put her secretary work on hold the woman had met so many new friends, experienced so many new and unique things, and in general has had the time of her life. To end all of that to return to the momentary of her work was just simply a tad disheartening. So, Isabelle decided to take one last final trip before heading back to her small town, and from there, going to her new work in Nook Inc. Until then however, Isabelle was going to enjoy all there was to enjoy out there! But what should she do first?
Her small little dilemma would soon be solved thanks to the help of a friendly local who called himself Hazor1010. He'd been so kind as to explain a bit more of where they were, pointing out some of the things they could do and gave them something to sign along with a pamphlet. Isabelle wasn't exactly sure whatever an "NPK" weapon was so just to be safe, she'd leave it blank just as he had instructed. With that the woman was now free to go and able to explore whatever this Polar Cap had in store! She took a look at her surroundings debating where she should stop at first. Maybe it'd be a good idea to stop at the hotel and book a room, or she could warm herself up and get a cup of that hot chocolate the nice man had mentioned earlier. There were so many things to do that Isabelle honestly felt a tad overwhelmed at the options. She'd mess around with the pamphlet for a bit, mumbling to herself and she wondered what to do until a loud sudden crash broke her thoughts. Jumping at the sudden noise, Isabelle would squeak out, "What was that!?" Her query would however soon be solved at the sight of the wreckage before her. It was ship, as obvious it was but something about it seemed awfully familiar to the girl. Maybe it was that hue of orange, or the peculiar shape of it. It took her a moment but Isabelle realized what it was, it was Samus's! The canine quickly hurried over to the spacecraft, desperate to get her dear friend out of there. Using all of the strength her tiny body could muster, Isabelle pried the ship's door open, calling out for Samus.
"Samus!? Are you alright!?"
It seemed her little vacation was starting off with quite the bang.
Location: Neon Haven, Polar Cap
Interacting with: P PopcornPie
Gm:
CapRock
Items:
-Pamphlet
-Toy Hammer
-Pot
-Party popper
-Whistle
-Pom-poms
-Bug net
-Fishing Rod
-Summer Outfit
-Bells (currency)
Interacting with: P PopcornPie
Gm:
CapRock
Items:
-Pamphlet
-Toy Hammer
-Pot
-Party popper
-Whistle
-Pom-poms
-Bug net
-Fishing Rod
-Summer Outfit
-Bells (currency)
CocoaMarshmallow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Missingno
Location: Unknown
A mess of pixels contort and stretch themselves. The form they make up, though eyeless, peers into the deep depths of space. Cold, unforgiving unknown. Light years between he and all traces of civilization. Stuck drifting in an endless abyss, with nothing but the light of the stars all around to guide him.
It's the most comforting thing he's ever seen.
He has no mouth, but he still heaves a sigh, a sound unnatural, as if made by several dozen other noises mashed into one. Looking away from the direction from whence he came- he'd kept track of it ever since he fled- he soars off further, for he knows there's no distance large enough between him and those he can't be around.
Unregistered Hypercam 2
Location: Temperate Strip, Neon Haven
Wrrclink, wrrclink, wrrclink.
Quiet hydraulics and the tapping of metal on the ground make quieter echoes in the hallways of the abandoned building. The walking camera's lens glances around at the overgrowths surrounding him, lens shutter opened wide like an eyelid in astonishment.
"wow!11" The camera exclaims to himself, hardly careful about anyone else who else may be lurking around these parts. "this would rly help ppl w/ there plants studiez" A small flashing red dot appears in the corner of his vision, accompanied by the bold capital letters "REC" to indicate that he's recording. He continues to pan his lens all around the hallway before moving into one of the rooms, seeking to find anything of use. Or, perhaps... someone else.
Lucario
Location: Tropic Strip, Neon Haven
A blue blur darts from tree to tree, always partially obscured by the thick brush above. The being moves constantly, stopping for only a second at most to identify its next spot to land before leaping to it and flawlessly landing feet-first. It continues on, the light that occasionally escapes from the trees bathing it as it passes by, but only for a moment, until it escapes the light and hides back in the greenery...
It comes to a stop in a crouched position, nestled steadily on a tree branch dozens of meters off the ground. Crimson eyes peer down at the floor below. The four tendrils on the back of its head lift up, affected by an unseen force. The being does not open its mouth, but in a male voice, still speaks.
"The Aura is growing stronger. More have come." He glances off to the side, sensing something invisible to any onlooker- doubtful if there are any. "No... not this soon."
He bounds off once again towards the phantom he's chasing.
Alex
Location: Equator Strip, Neon Haven
The Pikachu was shocked to have woken up in a foreign land (no pun intended). He was even more shocked to see the kitsune.
Then came the worm, and he screamed.
The Electric-type scurries away, knowing full well he can't do much against it. Fending off Kerial was hard enough- now he has to deal with this enormous desert worm?! With teeth bigger than his entire body?! The Ninetales girl could take care of it, NOT him! His eyes dart around; where's Xael? Toby?! Lethal?!
Just then, something stops him. He runs into this solid, smooth surface like plastic, causing him to jump back in surprise. He looks up, still terrified.
--
Interactions:
CapRock
(GM)Mentions:
Ferociousfeind
(Khara)
John Doe
Location: Equator Strip, Neon Haven
A small white speech bubble appeared above the... Alex could only describe it as a thing's head.
"it's okay. i'll protect you"
He steps forward, raising his arm, several strings of words appearing above where its palm would be if it weren't so blocky. They appear and fade away at random as black particles dance around in their midst. John Doe reels his arm back and throws the text and black matter at the worm, and like a bomb, they would cause a fair-sized explosion if they make contact.
Interactions:
CapRock
(GM)
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thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
Ed, Edd, and Eddy - Neon Haven - North Temperate Strip
"Eddy, would it be so hard as to inform me on why we are hosting our Dungeons and Dragons game in Ed's basement?" The brains of the trio of Eds, Edd (known as Double D by his peers) inquired as he adjusted the green hood on his head, which was already covering the black sock-shaped hat he wore atop his head. Eddy, who could be described as the trio's fearless leader, groaned angrily in response.
"Because, Sockhead," Eddy snapped as he adjusted his own hood so it fit just right, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he did so. "What better place to host our next sca-- I mean... epic adventure for brave heroes... than the biggest comic book nerd's in the whole Cul-De-Sack?" Eddy asked, now seeming laser-focused on finding various materials to set up their boards and the like with. He was hunched over, his short and thin arms eagerly shifting through the multitude of scraps he had tucked away. He eventually grabbed a nondescript strip of cardboard and held it up, squinting his eyes to examine it. After a few lingering moments of tracing his pupils up and down over the strip, he would nod, satisfied with the result. "Besides," Eddy began as he continued to trot toward the door. "Ed wanted to GM! It only makes sense that we host this at his house!" Eddy replied, swinging open the door to the front yard and stepping out. He tugged out a generic black marker from his pocket and wrote "ROLEPLAY HERO ADVENTURE: 25𝇍 PER ENTRY" across its exterior. Satisfied with his work, Eddy managed a smile and wiped his hands before heading back inside...
...only for said door to slam right back open, courtesy of the trio's muscle/local idiot, Ed. He was dressed in a blue jester's outfit, complete with a fool's hat and pointy white shoes. He sprinted on over to Eddy, wrapping him in one of his famous, near death-causing hugs.
"EDDY! I AM THE BARD! I HAVE COME TO PLAY SONGS OF MERRIMENT AND MAKE ALL THE PEOPLE HAPPY AND FILLED WITH JOYFUL WISHES!" Ed exclaimed proudly while Eddy's face began to turn purple from the sheer force that his tall friend was exerting with his hug. He eventually did drop his friend back onto the ground, while said friend began to cough and wheeze from the rough treatment, trying to desperately catch his breath.
"Would it kill ya to lighten up on the hugs a bit, block head!?" Eddy shouted as he managed to (somewhat) regain his composure.
"And furthermore, Ed," Double D spoke up as he stepped forward, raising his index finger into the air as he spoke. "A bard should be more classy and elegant! Your goal is to woo denizens with your silver tongue, not burst their eardrums with incessant screaming." Double D explained, hoping to correct his friend so they could all have a less loud and more accurate experience. Eddy, on the other hand, just didn't want to scare off possible customers.
"No can do, Double D!" Ed replied as he shook his head from side to side. "As the Game Master, it is my job to be as LOUD AND EXPRESSIVE AS POSSIBLE!" Ed shouted at the top of his lungs as he proceeded to jump up into the air, the vibrations from his voice so loud that they were visible and knocked the other two Eds right off their feet. Seconds later, a knock was heard at the door.
"That must be the customers!" Eddy exclaimed as he jumped right up as if nothing had happened, literal dollar signs forming in his eyes as his feet began to spin at such a fast rate that it was impossible to see anything other than a blur of movement. "Places everyone! Places!" He shouted eagerly as he sped off to the door without a moment's hesitation. Ed merely stood happily and ran off to the side, arms flailing behind him, while Double D rose up to a seated position and rubbed his head weakly. In the meantime, Eddy had swung the door open to meet their lovely guests!
"Ah! Ed boys! I have come bearing many fish for the heroic adventures we will be having!" The token foreign kid of the Cul-De-Sac, Rolf, said as he happily carried two buckets of fish into the house. Eddy watched him with a... perplexed expression, but otherwise didn't question it and allowed him to pass once the proper payment had been received. Next was Johnny, who was carrying his trusty best pal, Plank, in his arm.
"Plank and I wanted to come for the Dungeons and Dragons game!" Johnny said happily. "Plank here LOVES Dungeons and Dragons, don't you, Plank?" He asked the literal piece of wood.
"..."
"Haha! You said it, buddy!" Johnny laughed as he proceeded to walk into the house as well, handing Eddy his quarter for entry and strolling on in. Next was the resident bully/cool kid of the Cul-De-Sac, Kevin, who's appearance was quite the shock to the young scammer. Though, it certainly was a welcome one... if only because he wanted the sweet quarter that the boy possessed. The nickel which Kevin would soon provide after fishing around in his pocket for a good few seconds.
"You'd better not tell Naz about this, DORK!" Kevin shouted, following up his words with a harsh shove towards Eddy's abdomen, sending him stumbling back a bit. However, Eddy simply kept up his friendly appearance, giving the boy a thumbs up and a toothy grin in return.
"Will do, Kevin!" He exclaimed, before looking outside to check and see if there were any more possible customers on the premises. Fortunately for Eddy's sanity (but not for his pocket, which was probably more important to him), there weren't. Sighing happily, Eddy slammed the door shut behind him and waltzed on in, overseeing the game from the side.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! CHILDREN OF ALL TEENAGES! WELCOME TO MY DARK SUN CAMPAIGN, WHERE WE YOU WILL BE SENT ON AN EPIC QUEST FOR THE AFFECTION OF MANY, AND THE ONIONS OF FEWER!" Ed shouted, his voice loud and booming as ever, and his expression stoic and serious. The rest of the Cul-De-Sac gang sat there quietly, and Kevin even shoved a pinkie into his ear and twisted it around a bit out of boredom.
"Uhh... Eddy, I don't think that we're garnering the response we'd originally hoped..." Double D whispered to Eddy, who rose a hand and slapped his nerdy friend on the back of his head in response.
"Don'tcha think I can see that, Sock-Head!?" Eddy whisper-shouted while Edd readjusted his cap, which had slumped forward and over his eyes from the smack.
"This is lame! I knew I shouldn't have trusted these dorks to pull off anything fun!" Kevin shouted as he stood up and began to walk towards the door.
"Rolf agrees! This is worse than farming during the harvest of his people!" Rolf conceded, clearly not understanding the poor wording of his statement as he too marched towards the door.
"Yeah, and Plank says that this is all wrong, anyways! You're not even wearing a proper Bard's outfit, Ed!" Johnny shouted, pointing an accusing finger towards the tallest of the Ed trio, before he too tried to exit. The three would soon be stopped by none other than Eddy, who began to vehemently guard the door with his arms and legs, which were spread out over the entire frame.
"No, don't go, guys!" Eddy shouted desperately, forcing a smile as sweat profusely began to drop from his forehead. "W-we're just getting started! R-r-right Double D?" He asked, his eyes peering over to his lanky friend, who froze and chuckled nervously as he suddenly found all the attention being placed on him.
"U-uhh... w-well you see... uhhh...." He gulped, the lump in his throat more obvious than a bleeding sore thumb. Nervously darting his eyes around as he felt his entire being quake and tremble, he realized that he had to find an out. That out was none other than Ed, who he focused his attention toward without a second though. "E-Ed! You're our Game Master! Would you care to sh-shed some light on this p-p-predicament?" Edd asked, while Ed simply just stood there, motionless. A moment of silence followed, until he reached into his pocket and...
Pulled out a gargantuan wheel of cheese, which realistically should not fit in his pocket. Yet here it was, from his pocket and into his grasp. "I brought the friendship cheese for us to share before our epic quest into the vast reaches of the unknown!" Ed exclaimed, before leaning forward and taking a large bite out of the cheese wheel. Eddy, who had been watching the entire thing from the side, giggles sheepishly and shrugged with both arms. The three participants glanced to each other and blinked, before looking ahead and attempting to shove right on past poor Eddy with all their might. Eddy's will was strong, however, and he kept those fingers tightly wrapped around the door and held on like there was no tomorrow! That is, until...
SCHWOOM!
A portal, bright and blue in nature, opened up right in the middle of the room, and sucked Ed right into it, along with his cheese.
"ED!"
"The gods are angry with us for trying to play them in this unholy game of Witches and Warlocks!" Rolf shouted as he grabbed Eddy with all his might, flinging him to the other side of the room as he threw the door open. Him, Kevin and Johnny ran outside of the room and into the open world of the Cul-De-Sac, not looking back as they did so.
"No! Wait! This is all part of the illusion!" Eddy blatantly lied as he stood back up, running over to the door and attempting to give chase to his fleeingvictims customers, though to no avail, as they continued running on back to their respective homes.
"Eddy! If you're done attempting to mindlessly scam the-- NGH!-- kids of our Cul-De-Sac, then perhaps you could aid me in rescuing our friend from this swirling vortex of impending doom!" Double D shouted, eyes shut tight as he maintained an even tighter grip on Ed's ankles, heels digging into the wooden floor so hard that they outright threatened to break it entirely. Eddy, upon noticing the predicament that his two friends found themselves in, rolled his eyes and scoffed as he made his way over.
"Geez, can't you two handle yourselves for five seconds!?" He complained as he grabbed Ed's left ankle with both hands and began to pull back, while Double D pulling on his right with his. "C-Come on, Ed! Quit messin' around!" Eddy whined, feeling his grip on his friend loosen as he began to be pulled into the rift as well. Meanwhile, those on the other side of the rift (A.K.A. Kore and Amanda), would see the face of Ed staring into their very souls.
"Hello there! I am Ed, destroyer of worlds and consumer of cheese!" Ed shouted happily.
"I-I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on, Ed!" Double D shouted weakly as he felt his arms wobble, his entire physique faltering as he struggled to maintain his very footing. Eddy didn't fair much better, and soon enough, all three were sucked into the rift, leaving behind their D&D attire in their home world of Peach Creek, U.S.A.
The three Eds themselves, meanwhile, tumbled out of the other side of the rift all at once, all three landing harshly against the wall (alongside Ed's half-eaten block of cheese), and crashed against it with three simultaneous loud grunts. They fell back off the wall soon after, landing upon Ed's friendship cheese, which luckily cushioned their fall. Eddy was the first of the trio to stand up, brushing the dust off his yellow shirt as he took a look around.
"Gosh... what is this dump!? It looks like some place out of a history book or something!" Eddy commented as the poked a finger at the less-than-stable foundation of the building they were in.
"It appears as though we have found ourselves in the ruins of some form of... ancient civilization! Fascinating!" Double D exclaimed as he kept a finger pressed against his chin, glancing around the room and using his trusty ruler to measure the dimensions of the rapidly declining infrastructure. After he had taken all the measurements that he... well, that he wished to take, Double D would nod to himself and turn to face the other two occupants of the room, smiling. "Oh, hello there! I'm Double D, that's Ed, and that's Eddy. Are you either of you this world's natural inhabitants?" Double D inquired with a friendly smile towards the two females, before noticing Unregistered Hypercam 2. He approached it and tapped its lens with his finger, seeming fascinated by its presence. "Wow! Despite the primitive ruins, it appears as though this world has developed some form of artificial intelligence! Simply breathtaking!" He said happily, pulling out his ruler once again and measuring the little guy. The formal version politeness wouldn't last long, however, as Ed soon woke up and looked out the hole, noticing the men with weapons walking outside.
"NEW FRIENDS! I WILL GIVE THEM MY FRIENDSHIP CHEESE AS A TOKEN OF OUR NEWFOUND BOND!" Ed exclaimed as he quickly grabbed his cheese off the ground and sprinted outside, cheese in hand. He leaped right on through the already weak wall, leaving an Ed+Cheese imprint in his wake, while laughing happily throughout.
"Ed, wait! Those people have guns and crossbows! They're probably hostiles, not friends!" Double D shouted as he gave chase after his friend, not wishing to see him become full of holes like his cheese. Eddy, meanwhile, rolled his eyes and chased after them as they all three approached the group outside.
"Hey, listen, if anyone's gonna be talkin' to potential customers, it's gonna be me!" Eddy yelled, thumbing towards his own chest as he followed closely behind.
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"Eddy, would it be so hard as to inform me on why we are hosting our Dungeons and Dragons game in Ed's basement?" The brains of the trio of Eds, Edd (known as Double D by his peers) inquired as he adjusted the green hood on his head, which was already covering the black sock-shaped hat he wore atop his head. Eddy, who could be described as the trio's fearless leader, groaned angrily in response.
"Because, Sockhead," Eddy snapped as he adjusted his own hood so it fit just right, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he did so. "What better place to host our next sca-- I mean... epic adventure for brave heroes... than the biggest comic book nerd's in the whole Cul-De-Sack?" Eddy asked, now seeming laser-focused on finding various materials to set up their boards and the like with. He was hunched over, his short and thin arms eagerly shifting through the multitude of scraps he had tucked away. He eventually grabbed a nondescript strip of cardboard and held it up, squinting his eyes to examine it. After a few lingering moments of tracing his pupils up and down over the strip, he would nod, satisfied with the result. "Besides," Eddy began as he continued to trot toward the door. "Ed wanted to GM! It only makes sense that we host this at his house!" Eddy replied, swinging open the door to the front yard and stepping out. He tugged out a generic black marker from his pocket and wrote "ROLEPLAY HERO ADVENTURE: 25𝇍 PER ENTRY" across its exterior. Satisfied with his work, Eddy managed a smile and wiped his hands before heading back inside...
...only for said door to slam right back open, courtesy of the trio's muscle/local idiot, Ed. He was dressed in a blue jester's outfit, complete with a fool's hat and pointy white shoes. He sprinted on over to Eddy, wrapping him in one of his famous, near death-causing hugs.
"EDDY! I AM THE BARD! I HAVE COME TO PLAY SONGS OF MERRIMENT AND MAKE ALL THE PEOPLE HAPPY AND FILLED WITH JOYFUL WISHES!" Ed exclaimed proudly while Eddy's face began to turn purple from the sheer force that his tall friend was exerting with his hug. He eventually did drop his friend back onto the ground, while said friend began to cough and wheeze from the rough treatment, trying to desperately catch his breath.
"Would it kill ya to lighten up on the hugs a bit, block head!?" Eddy shouted as he managed to (somewhat) regain his composure.
"And furthermore, Ed," Double D spoke up as he stepped forward, raising his index finger into the air as he spoke. "A bard should be more classy and elegant! Your goal is to woo denizens with your silver tongue, not burst their eardrums with incessant screaming." Double D explained, hoping to correct his friend so they could all have a less loud and more accurate experience. Eddy, on the other hand, just didn't want to scare off possible customers.
"No can do, Double D!" Ed replied as he shook his head from side to side. "As the Game Master, it is my job to be as LOUD AND EXPRESSIVE AS POSSIBLE!" Ed shouted at the top of his lungs as he proceeded to jump up into the air, the vibrations from his voice so loud that they were visible and knocked the other two Eds right off their feet. Seconds later, a knock was heard at the door.
"That must be the customers!" Eddy exclaimed as he jumped right up as if nothing had happened, literal dollar signs forming in his eyes as his feet began to spin at such a fast rate that it was impossible to see anything other than a blur of movement. "Places everyone! Places!" He shouted eagerly as he sped off to the door without a moment's hesitation. Ed merely stood happily and ran off to the side, arms flailing behind him, while Double D rose up to a seated position and rubbed his head weakly. In the meantime, Eddy had swung the door open to meet their lovely guests!
"Ah! Ed boys! I have come bearing many fish for the heroic adventures we will be having!" The token foreign kid of the Cul-De-Sac, Rolf, said as he happily carried two buckets of fish into the house. Eddy watched him with a... perplexed expression, but otherwise didn't question it and allowed him to pass once the proper payment had been received. Next was Johnny, who was carrying his trusty best pal, Plank, in his arm.
"Plank and I wanted to come for the Dungeons and Dragons game!" Johnny said happily. "Plank here LOVES Dungeons and Dragons, don't you, Plank?" He asked the literal piece of wood.
"..."
"Haha! You said it, buddy!" Johnny laughed as he proceeded to walk into the house as well, handing Eddy his quarter for entry and strolling on in. Next was the resident bully/cool kid of the Cul-De-Sac, Kevin, who's appearance was quite the shock to the young scammer. Though, it certainly was a welcome one... if only because he wanted the sweet quarter that the boy possessed. The nickel which Kevin would soon provide after fishing around in his pocket for a good few seconds.
"You'd better not tell Naz about this, DORK!" Kevin shouted, following up his words with a harsh shove towards Eddy's abdomen, sending him stumbling back a bit. However, Eddy simply kept up his friendly appearance, giving the boy a thumbs up and a toothy grin in return.
"Will do, Kevin!" He exclaimed, before looking outside to check and see if there were any more possible customers on the premises. Fortunately for Eddy's sanity (but not for his pocket, which was probably more important to him), there weren't. Sighing happily, Eddy slammed the door shut behind him and waltzed on in, overseeing the game from the side.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! CHILDREN OF ALL TEENAGES! WELCOME TO MY DARK SUN CAMPAIGN, WHERE WE YOU WILL BE SENT ON AN EPIC QUEST FOR THE AFFECTION OF MANY, AND THE ONIONS OF FEWER!" Ed shouted, his voice loud and booming as ever, and his expression stoic and serious. The rest of the Cul-De-Sac gang sat there quietly, and Kevin even shoved a pinkie into his ear and twisted it around a bit out of boredom.
"Uhh... Eddy, I don't think that we're garnering the response we'd originally hoped..." Double D whispered to Eddy, who rose a hand and slapped his nerdy friend on the back of his head in response.
"Don'tcha think I can see that, Sock-Head!?" Eddy whisper-shouted while Edd readjusted his cap, which had slumped forward and over his eyes from the smack.
"This is lame! I knew I shouldn't have trusted these dorks to pull off anything fun!" Kevin shouted as he stood up and began to walk towards the door.
"Rolf agrees! This is worse than farming during the harvest of his people!" Rolf conceded, clearly not understanding the poor wording of his statement as he too marched towards the door.
"Yeah, and Plank says that this is all wrong, anyways! You're not even wearing a proper Bard's outfit, Ed!" Johnny shouted, pointing an accusing finger towards the tallest of the Ed trio, before he too tried to exit. The three would soon be stopped by none other than Eddy, who began to vehemently guard the door with his arms and legs, which were spread out over the entire frame.
"No, don't go, guys!" Eddy shouted desperately, forcing a smile as sweat profusely began to drop from his forehead. "W-we're just getting started! R-r-right Double D?" He asked, his eyes peering over to his lanky friend, who froze and chuckled nervously as he suddenly found all the attention being placed on him.
"U-uhh... w-well you see... uhhh...." He gulped, the lump in his throat more obvious than a bleeding sore thumb. Nervously darting his eyes around as he felt his entire being quake and tremble, he realized that he had to find an out. That out was none other than Ed, who he focused his attention toward without a second though. "E-Ed! You're our Game Master! Would you care to sh-shed some light on this p-p-predicament?" Edd asked, while Ed simply just stood there, motionless. A moment of silence followed, until he reached into his pocket and...
Pulled out a gargantuan wheel of cheese, which realistically should not fit in his pocket. Yet here it was, from his pocket and into his grasp. "I brought the friendship cheese for us to share before our epic quest into the vast reaches of the unknown!" Ed exclaimed, before leaning forward and taking a large bite out of the cheese wheel. Eddy, who had been watching the entire thing from the side, giggles sheepishly and shrugged with both arms. The three participants glanced to each other and blinked, before looking ahead and attempting to shove right on past poor Eddy with all their might. Eddy's will was strong, however, and he kept those fingers tightly wrapped around the door and held on like there was no tomorrow! That is, until...
SCHWOOM!
A portal, bright and blue in nature, opened up right in the middle of the room, and sucked Ed right into it, along with his cheese.
"ED!"
"The gods are angry with us for trying to play them in this unholy game of Witches and Warlocks!" Rolf shouted as he grabbed Eddy with all his might, flinging him to the other side of the room as he threw the door open. Him, Kevin and Johnny ran outside of the room and into the open world of the Cul-De-Sac, not looking back as they did so.
"No! Wait! This is all part of the illusion!" Eddy blatantly lied as he stood back up, running over to the door and attempting to give chase to his fleeing
"Eddy! If you're done attempting to mindlessly scam the-- NGH!-- kids of our Cul-De-Sac, then perhaps you could aid me in rescuing our friend from this swirling vortex of impending doom!" Double D shouted, eyes shut tight as he maintained an even tighter grip on Ed's ankles, heels digging into the wooden floor so hard that they outright threatened to break it entirely. Eddy, upon noticing the predicament that his two friends found themselves in, rolled his eyes and scoffed as he made his way over.
"Geez, can't you two handle yourselves for five seconds!?" He complained as he grabbed Ed's left ankle with both hands and began to pull back, while Double D pulling on his right with his. "C-Come on, Ed! Quit messin' around!" Eddy whined, feeling his grip on his friend loosen as he began to be pulled into the rift as well. Meanwhile, those on the other side of the rift (A.K.A. Kore and Amanda), would see the face of Ed staring into their very souls.
"Hello there! I am Ed, destroyer of worlds and consumer of cheese!" Ed shouted happily.
"I-I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on, Ed!" Double D shouted weakly as he felt his arms wobble, his entire physique faltering as he struggled to maintain his very footing. Eddy didn't fair much better, and soon enough, all three were sucked into the rift, leaving behind their D&D attire in their home world of Peach Creek, U.S.A.
The three Eds themselves, meanwhile, tumbled out of the other side of the rift all at once, all three landing harshly against the wall (alongside Ed's half-eaten block of cheese), and crashed against it with three simultaneous loud grunts. They fell back off the wall soon after, landing upon Ed's friendship cheese, which luckily cushioned their fall. Eddy was the first of the trio to stand up, brushing the dust off his yellow shirt as he took a look around.
"Gosh... what is this dump!? It looks like some place out of a history book or something!" Eddy commented as the poked a finger at the less-than-stable foundation of the building they were in.
"It appears as though we have found ourselves in the ruins of some form of... ancient civilization! Fascinating!" Double D exclaimed as he kept a finger pressed against his chin, glancing around the room and using his trusty ruler to measure the dimensions of the rapidly declining infrastructure. After he had taken all the measurements that he... well, that he wished to take, Double D would nod to himself and turn to face the other two occupants of the room, smiling. "Oh, hello there! I'm Double D, that's Ed, and that's Eddy. Are you either of you this world's natural inhabitants?" Double D inquired with a friendly smile towards the two females, before noticing Unregistered Hypercam 2. He approached it and tapped its lens with his finger, seeming fascinated by its presence. "Wow! Despite the primitive ruins, it appears as though this world has developed some form of artificial intelligence! Simply breathtaking!" He said happily, pulling out his ruler once again and measuring the little guy. The formal version politeness wouldn't last long, however, as Ed soon woke up and looked out the hole, noticing the men with weapons walking outside.
"NEW FRIENDS! I WILL GIVE THEM MY FRIENDSHIP CHEESE AS A TOKEN OF OUR NEWFOUND BOND!" Ed exclaimed as he quickly grabbed his cheese off the ground and sprinted outside, cheese in hand. He leaped right on through the already weak wall, leaving an Ed+Cheese imprint in his wake, while laughing happily throughout.
"Ed, wait! Those people have guns and crossbows! They're probably hostiles, not friends!" Double D shouted as he gave chase after his friend, not wishing to see him become full of holes like his cheese. Eddy, meanwhile, rolled his eyes and chased after them as they all three approached the group outside.
"Hey, listen, if anyone's gonna be talkin' to potential customers, it's gonna be me!" Eddy yelled, thumbing towards his own chest as he followed closely behind.
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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Unregistered Hypercam 2
Location: Temperate Strip, Neon Haven
"hey!! w8 a sec!" Hypercam calls out to the funny trio before they can get far in his robotic voice. There's a tingle inside of him that tells him they'll get along just fine, especially that one with the red shirt and weird black hat. Hypercam isn't really sure if it's even a hat. "those ppl r kinda dangerous!!! they might hurt u if u go out there... i could show u how 2 get past them, tho"
A little smiley face appears above the camera's head.
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Some words you just read.
Thel 'Vadam is returning to Sanghelios with his fleet. Standing from his captain's chair on the bridge of his ship, he turns from the window as they enter slipspace. And blinks.
Thel 'Vadam is no longer aboard his ship, no longer returning to his home planet. Instead, his body had been contorted through a hole barely wider than a single point in space, and teleported somewhere else. Ending up in the air, he falls a few feet, though catches himself easily, his armored feet clanking against the ground. In a quick motion he ignites his energy sword, backing up and looking around. There were people everywhere, bustling through the crowds. The large number of voices, the whir of old machines, and the sounds of engines and airships overhead created a cacophony of noise around the building, what looked kind of like a Human airport. The scene was rather drab, uninteresting. Most intriguing to Thel, however, was the fact that this was apparently Human. It didn't look like it, this was all old, barely civilized. The technology was severely outdated. But there were Humans all around, quite a lot of them, in fact.
Further, a voice sounded overhead, in English. "Welcome to Pryden," it said. It was grainy, poor quality. Thel put away his energy sword, since it's abundantly clear this is a civilian environment. None of them had anything to do with this. That, and he doesn't want to cause any altercation. The war may be over, but the Humans most certainly harbor hatred against the Sangheili. Thel wouldn't blame them. Seeing a Sangheili with an energy sword might scare them. For now, he'll have to act as peaceful as he can, to avoid any unsavory complications. Not off to the best start.
The voice gave further instructions, talking to the newcomers of this place. It told them to grab an ID, then head out through the turnstiles. Did it mean Thel, too? Is he among the newcomers it speaks to? If that is the case, then his... disappearance, is not an isolated incident. Which, logically, would make sense. Why teleport Thel alone? No, this is something different. The many people waiting at the front gates to get a look at the arrivals doesn't help the confusion. Did they expect the transportation of Thel and any others?
The Sangheili started towards the ID booth, but stopped upon hearing a child cry out. He was offering a tour, presumebly of the city the building resides in. That would be most fortunate, getting the rundown of the city from a local. If Thel's going to be stuck here for a while, he better get familiar. Certainly not what he's used to, but you have to make do sometimes. He makes a mental note to approach the boy in a moment, starting again to the left, towards the ID booths.
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-The Fellowship-
"Volkhov"=Shujinko Kanou
"Squada One"=Ken Akatsuki
"Sriracha"=Taro Saito
"Righteous"=Piko Rockwell
"Acme"=Genpachi Go
"Volkhov"=Dorothea Ivonne
"Lacquer"=Ragna Rockwell
"Tomorrow"=Yuri Yakumo
"Pacifico"=Mitsuri Saionji
"Permanent Marker"=Eun-Jin Soo
"Bold Text"=Action Dialogue
"Light Blue Bold Text"=Choice
>Polaria, New Haven, riding a train to Torikago"Volkhov"=Shujinko Kanou
"Squada One"=Ken Akatsuki
"Sriracha"=Taro Saito
"Righteous"=Piko Rockwell
"Acme"=Genpachi Go
"Volkhov"=Dorothea Ivonne
"Lacquer"=Ragna Rockwell
"Tomorrow"=Yuri Yakumo
"Pacifico"=Mitsuri Saionji
"Permanent Marker"=Eun-Jin Soo
"Light Blue Bold Text"=Choice
>You sit very comfortably right next to Dorothea, who has her arm wrapped around yours and her head leaning against to your shoulder. You look out the window to see the white snow raining from the sky. It is a very interesting sight to behold. Dorothea looks up to you.
>"Are you enjoying the ride? We will be arriving to our destination soon. I wonder what surprises that in store for us once we arrive. Don't worry, it won't just be you and me. You will eventually meet your companions soon enough."
>Dorothea continues to rests her head on your shoulder.
>"I hope I'm not bothering you like this. It actually feels very nice to be quite honest. But please, don't get the wrong idea. I'm just your guide anyway...but if you insist..."
>You decided to say nothing and focus on looking outside. It was starting to get awkward. You continue to do so until you arrive in Torikago.
>"Oh, we're here. The dormitory is not far from the station. We'll have to walk to get there."
>As the train have stopped, you and Dorothea step out of it and exit the station. The place looks very lively today.
>"Shall we walk on? The dormitory is just a couple of blocks away. Let me take you there."
>Dorothea takes your hand as you two begin to walk. After a couple of minutes, Dorothea stops.
>"I sense distress, coming from nearby. I know where she is, come on."
>You follow Dorothea until she finds a girl crying in an alleyway. She seems to be lost. Dorothea approaches her.
>"Excuse me, are you lost? Don't worry, we don't mean any harm. We are just concerned, that's all."
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Falling Into The Sky
Gretel
And 'this' is where Gretel was - a self-proclaimed yet resident scientist and/or researcher, Gretel had found herself within the grip of nature itself. It was beautiful - so much to see, and probably just as much to learn. "Astonishing..." She said simply, as she glanced around as she vivid sounds of the world around her went off - most of these sounds from the wild life, and she glanced around to each and every one of them as the varying sounds began to confuse and disorient. Before she would intend to go anywhere else or do anything else, this considerable demon-like creature sprang out - and there was not just one, but several of them! She would look on in surprise momentarily, and would notice someone else near her preparing to fight this horde of imps, too - to which she realised; maybe it's a good idea to follow through on that. "Very well, then... How about we show these monsters to their places?" She rhetorically asked to him as he did so, smiling maliciously.Neon Haven - Intro 3
Tropic strip (North)
(General info: Moderate difficulty, access to Genesis Labs and Laurelia)
As soon as you arrive, you are bombarded with a myriad of colors and smells from just about every direction. It’s hot and humid, the ground is soft and fluffy and every corner seems to be covered with a thick and lush forest. Buzzes, chirps, snarls and howls erupt from just about every place, chaotic, yet harmonious at the same time, life’s orchestra at work.
Looking up, you can see the gorgeous blue skies of this new and foreign land you are in and, out in the distance, the silhouette of what seems to be a floating piece of land. The keen eye may also spot the occasional piece of technology sprouting from the otherwise boundless forest; Outposts and fences mostly, many of which have been heavily damaged and broken open by what must have been a fearsome creature.
Before you can properly plan a path, however, one of the noises starts to jump out from the others. They grow from a lone source into a choir, building up as their twisted, horrid shapes emerge from the vegetation. Long, thin and dark-skinned, these demonic creatures screech at you, drawing closer with intent to kill. It’s fight or flight time, so don’t freeze!
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Gretel noted and glanced to the imp after this man - whoever he was, prepared his spear. Gretel chuckled a little and held her scythe with intent to fight the imp off as well - this is a simple, yet effective welcome! 'My tests will have to wait.' She thought to herself as she gripped it tightly and held it to her side, glancing at the imps with a clear intent to cut them all out of her sight - backup or not, it shall be done.
Tani Sako
Tani had wound up in... this place? She hadn't an idea where she was, but this place seemed to be pretty cold - and whoever had greeted her, while friendly and whatever, seemed incredibly cold! Tani just let him go about his things and whatever he had to say, following as to not get frozen herself - which wouldn't take long if she did stay there, given how little heat she even has - if any at all. When brought to the small desk, Tani just climbed atop of it and sighed as she glanced over the form, using her needle to sign it if there was no other means to - it'll still work! Then, when presented with a pamphlet, which she is way too small to hold (thus falling over and struggling to get back up), she attempted to read it while listening to him. "Well, that'd be nice, if I could eat or drink to begin with. I 'do' however like the sounds of those services..." Tani said callously, rolling her eyes but none-the-less gave a thumbs up from under the pamphlet which she is stuck under. It looks like she can't get back up and out from under that thing - but maybe there is someone nearby to help her? Fortunately, there is! Well, she can hear one, but not see them - nor a second they were talking to - voicing apparent worry and/or surprise.Neon Haven - Intro 1
Polar Cap (North)
(General info: Peaceful difficulty, recommended for those landing on Neon Haven with a spaceship, access to everywhere except Neon Community Republic)
It was a rather smooth landing, passing through one of the holes in the junkyard belt to arrive at the planet’s ice caps. Next to the hangar where the landing took place, a long tunnel with glass walls and metal frame guides the way. It is a chilly environment, surrounded by snow and ice in every direction, the strong winds howling as they caress the walls. The entrance gradually dives into the snow and into the ground, heading directly towards the faint treetop horizon that marks the South.
Standing in the middle of the entrance tunnel, a young boy buried in winter clothes muffles a sneeze under his sleeve. He’s shaking and he has a runny nose, but otherwise seems friendly.
“Welcome to Neon Haven; my name’s Hazor1010.” He tells you. “Come on down before we all freeze up here, yeah? We can get you some hot chocolate with marshmallows once we’re there.”
Shortly after disappearing into the snow, the glass in the tunnels gives way to dark, somber metallic and concrete walls, tight corridors with sharp turns, valve handle doors and heavy air-conditioning tubes running at the ceiling. You’re brought in to a small desk, with Hazor walking right past it to await you in the other side.
“Sign this form for me. It states that you mean no harm to the Players here and that you’ll abide to the rules of whatever city/nation you happen to pass by. Do you have any legendary NKO weapons in your possession? If you do, describe them here. If you don’t even know what that means, just leave it blank. Welcome to our home.”
After the quick pass through customs, you arrive at what seems to be a hub of sorts for the settlement, with multiple tunnels sprouting in varied directions. Makeshift signs tell their destinations - resident housing, visitor hotels, train stations, maintenance room - NO ENTRY - and hot springs. Hazor1010 is here again, and he hands a pamphlet to everyone while saying:
“Alright, from this point forward, you’re free to roam wherever. This here is a basic guide to all the main cities of the… ACHOO! ...Pardon me, of the main world.. There ain’t that much to do around these parts and the train is free, so I’d get a ticket soon if I were you. But if you want to stick around a bit first, though, get out of the space lag, that’s cool. You can book a room in hotels for cheap and that hot chocolate I promised is waiting for you at the Hot Springs section, to the right. Enjoy your stay in Polaria, and in Neon Haven.”
It was, in that instant, the small immortal doll opted to try and get some help so she can stand up without this thing atop her - the environment is making it a little heavier than it ought to be, and maybe giving slightly big things to very small people was a bad idea! "Hey, anyone there? Mind helping a girl out?" She tried to call to either of them from under the pamphlet - being small in this situation does 'not' help her at all. When in doubt, 'don't' go small - if you have a choice. Tani, until getting help - if she gets any at all, would continue to try and work herself out, though she lacks the strength to remove it entirely - not helped by the environment practically weighing her down. "...Pleeease?" She insisted openly to either of them, laughing nervously.
The Snatcher
"And 'this' is a replacement for my forest?" The Snatcher immediately blurted out upon hearing the recorded message over and over again - clearly a passive and peaceful environment. The Snatcher had to admit - he hadn't seen anything 100% civil compared to whence he came from - the closest they got back there was this land in the sky, but this? This is nice! He cackled a little as he heard the message one more time and glanced to the left - but before going to even get an ID, he would hear one of the kids calling out. The Snatcher glanced to the source with a look of 'not again' written all over his expression - until he suddenly appeared near to where the calling is coming from. "Hey, kiddo! Getting lonely, are we?" He ridiculed at first, trying to play it off casually as this spectral being had just appeared right in front of this poor kid - and probably scared him half to death. The Snatcher resided in silence for a brief moment before continuing. "Speaking of which, kid... What 'were' you calling about? I'm deathly curious..." He expressed intrigue, perhaps listening to what this kid has to say will give him something to occupy him - be it temporary, or permanent. For now however, The Snatcher would 'love' to make some contracts with people wherever this is! Being in a new world means he can access all sorts of new potential servants, but maybe before getting to 'that', perhaps he should accustom himself to the world, first - so he knows what to task and what to promise - at a price, of course!
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The sound of music gradually became louder until a radio fell to the ground, playing this:
And with the radio came a peculiar man dressed in black. Christian Brutal Sniper is his name.
Christian Brutal Sniper
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"What's up, Fatso?!" Christian Brutal Sniper exclaimed towards Smokestack, laughing after. He was upside down next to the armored man with his legs hanging on God's knows what. He was basically floating in the air. He crashed on one of the demonic creatures who was dumbfounded by his dynamic entrance, letting out an "Ack!" the moment he landed. He dusted himself off, stabbing the creature three times with his sharp machete for good measure, saying "Stab!" after every poke. He laughed as he wiped the blood off his blade. . . Before promptly throwing it towards one of the creatures Smokestack was fighting. Hopefully, it would land on its target so the Christian could revel in the bloodshed but he might miss because of the black smoke hindering his vision.
CBS coughed violently as he tried to wave off the smoke so he could have some fresh air. He even spotted some kind of cat thing? He didn't see him when he popped in unannounced because of all the black smoke covering the area and the fact that his fur(?) was pitch black too but damn he looked cute. Christian could just eat him up but there's no need to grovel over some kind of cat, there are more pressing matters to attend before he could torture these two. There's no way he's letting some mindless freaks take his prey away from him.
thefinalgirl
all air and no brains.
Train to Torikago - Open For Interaction
The last thing she could remember was walking to Hope's Peak with her head held high, as ruin and chaos was all around her. She'd done it, her world was plunged into a deep despair. And, the remaining hope of the world had already died. Although it was a pity that Makoto didn't win in the end, Junko laughed at his demise. Being murdered by the one girl that he loved in high school was a despair that made the girl gleefully squeal in excitement. But, with her plan coming to fruition, the blonde gal started to lose the feeling that she'd get when despair washed over her. Everything that could cause despair for her and others started to seem similar to what she felt when she was bored with the world. The only reason she caused despair in the first place was to just have fun. Besides, girls just wanna have fun, right?
Her gray-blue eyes open up to what appears to be a train going somewhere. Her nails clack onto the pink leather handbag that she clutches in her hand. Junko's eyebrows furrow, where the hell was she at? The blonde gal checks herself, every part of her body was still in tact. Her boobs were fine, her hair was still flawless, and her outfit was not stained nor ruined. The girl was completely fine. Junko sighs, looking out to the window of the train. It seems that she was inside some kind-of snowy location. The other people in the train seem off to her, she didn't want to talk for now since she is still trying to comprehend how she got there.
