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Fantasy Reception of the Cysics

Necrominac

Clean Sock
[August 12, 2014][7:43 PM]


You can't help but feel a sense of dread as your paranoia fabricates a vision that is creeping over you and mixing in with your business. You turn around, but there is nothing peering at you, just the environment you had set foot in. Continuing on with your business the sense of something grows stronger as your vision begins to fade and you start to feel weak. Your senses finally giving up, you fall unconscious.


After the unbearable fatigue hit you and you lose consciousness, you awake in a seemingly abandoned hallway with static blurring your vision, each open corridor perpendicular to the original hallway is a white plane and they are also the only source of light keeping you from the natural dark that awaits you in this corridor.


In your lying position you can't help notice a figure around half your standing height peering down at your motionless body. As you look left and right you see other dark figures looking at single bodies ahead of them in the same position as you. You can't quite make out what the other humans in the vicinity look like due to the static disturbance in your eyes...





GIST OF IT


You woke up in an endless spooky hallway, like silent hill style hallway. Your creature that will slowly be growing on to you (hopefully) in rp is looking down at you. EVERYONE who is in the rp is in the hallway with you like a shared dream.



Oh and you passed out, so no matter if you were around friends, family, or alone... nothing is waking you up until it ends.





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The Synapse




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1. Standard rules.. no godmodding etc.


2. If you sign up and are inactive, please don't join.



3. I don't want one liners... In this rp you are bound to have a creature fooling with your characters regular life, so it's pretty much impossible.



4. If you have ideas for what an area should look like please submit a picture or ask me to make something of the sorts....



5. No over teaching the thing... see it as a tamagotchi of some sort. The thing needs attention and learns throughout the rp, whilst it connects you to the Synapse and you dig deeper into stuff you should not know about.



6. Feel free to have that relationship stuff, but don't forget I the
GM want action and creativity. So you can go ahead and kiss around, but don't do


"Remiu walked up to Anna as his creature fought the beast, and started hugging her crying and screaming "I love you, ANNNAAAAAA!!!!!!" "


Yeah or something like that ....



7. DO NOT step too far ahead, and wait for my signal to end a dream in the Synapse.. I have stuff planned for the story.


8. Normal humans cannot see your Cysic, but people who own Cysics can see them. Cysics are not imaginary, and are physically there.. most of the time.



9. Don't ignore someone's posts, because that tends to throw people off.



10. If you cannot be active for at least an hour per week, then DO NOT JOIN.
 
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The sound of tapping and irritating click of the keys on Victor's slick keyboard filled the room. "Close... Underline.... On.. Uline.. Exit... Quote, Semicolon." he whispered to himself in the room that reeked of Clorox wipes and peach freshener. Like lightning his fingers struck the black cubes, until a sense a of fatigue began to slow his rain of code down. His hand began to drop whilst his eyelids fluttered back and forth and the endless line began to fill with as his head hit the keyboard


'hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll;f;jj;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;'


Victor's position had changed from a sitting slumped back position to a completely straight lying form in a hallway about twice his size.



His eyes began to open slowly leaving his eyes the chance to adapt the static whaling around before his eyes. Finally after a good amount of time a figure no higher than 3 feet was standing above his plank body. The creature looked into his eyes and began to flinch as they concentrated on him. It's stare moved from his lazy glare of pure sleep and concentrated on a white hallway to the left of him in the mess of a hall.
"I must be dead." slipped Victor's straight to his mouth as the light from the hall blinded him in his now intermediately adapted vision.
 
Kam smiled. "And now you're about to go down!" His character on the screen finished casting his spell, and light rained down upon the hulking boss. It crumpled, and Kam leaned back as the game began telling him the XP and Gold he'd earned. His character's party began to talk among themselves, and Kam narrated them. His small, lithe, female cleric was speaking, and so Kam spoke in a high pitched, 'cute' voice. "And that was the last of them!" The hulk of a fighter responded in a deeper, gruff voice. "Don't be so sure, miss. We're not at the end of the dungeon yet." The main character spoke. "Brine puts up a good point. Let's not relax our guard just yet." It went out of dialogue, and Kam moved his party down the stairs. As the game loaded, Kam found himself yawning. Strange. He thought. Normally, I can stay up all night when my parents aren't home... The screen was still loading, and Kam found his vision diminishing. He reached out for the bottle of soda he kept by his side, but it was too late.


Blinking awake, Kam frowned as he remembered what happened. Crap, not only did I not finish my episode, but my parents probably found out what I was doing. Except, it seemed too light to be in his room. He opened his eyes more, and screamed.


A weird, stick figure was standing over him. It was all black, except for these soul less eyes that seemed to stare straight through him. The creature leaped back in surprise at the noise, and Kam saw it was more complicated than that. It had a pure white scarf too, which fluttered about. After a moment, Kam thought of something. "I-is this a dream?" The question wasn't directed at the little creature, but it shook its head.
 
Clara sat curled up on her bed, her legs tucked under her body. A book was propped up on her knees, and she flicked the pages absently. The windows were all closed, curtains shut tight. She had pinned them closed with a safety pin, and had jammed her doorstop under the door. No one would try and open it, they knew what happened when they did.


Her parents often used to talk about how it was a safety hazard, but Clara knew it did more good than harm, she knew it did. She had plugged in her speakers, her whole room full of white noise.


She eyes started to flutter closed. No, I need to stay awake... Her eyes snapped open, but not for long. No, no, no, she groaned internally.


She was lying on the ground, not her room. She sat straight up and screamed. It had happened, they've taken me, where am-


"Where am I?!" She screamed. "What do you want?"


Something scampered out of view and her head whipped towards it. A small black figure was curled up on the ground. It was pitch black, like a small black hole, with bright, white eyes. It was too cute to be bad, wasn't it? She was unsure, and scrambled away from the little thing. It looked up at her with big white eyes, and it looked almost sad, but Clara shunned it, she stood and sprinted away.
 
TAP TAP TAP~


The sound of feet becomes ever louder on the right end of the dark and ruined hallway showing a feminine figure every few corridors, coming closer.


Victor sits up, still a bit dazed, as the static covers his vision "Hello?" he asks attempting to get up and move to the figure, slightly stumbling.


Victor is coming closer to the now visible face in the shady hall, whilst the small black creature proceeds to enter the white corridor without him. "D-do you know, where we are? Are we dead?" he shouts to the girl that is still running what is she running from proceeds to run through his mind.
 
Clara hears someone calling as she runs and she whips around to face him.


Someone is standing at the other end of the hallway, and her eyes widen. "W-who are you?" She yelled. "What do you want!" She screamed more forcefully. She backed up against a wall, utterly terrified.


Tapatapatapatapatapatapatapatapa Batman~
 
Kam whipped his head around as he heard other noises. A female voice was yelling something, but it was some how hard to understand what she was saying. Still wary of the little stick figure, Kam stood up. By squinting his eyes, he could see two other humanoid figures. Kam paused. He probably didn't know these people, and it worried him. The stick figure followed his gaze, and began walking toward the shapes. Kam ran after it, after all, it seemed like this creature was somehow important to where he was. "W-wait up!"


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Victor watched as the girl tumbled on the wall and attempted to explain himself only being able to squeeze out "I- d- w-want no-", he proceeded to stumble back a few steps, eyes thrown open. What do I say? I should just go with the- WHERE IS IT?! Victor is now turned from the girl waving his head around in search for figure, only to see a different black figure approach. A stick figure of some kind with a small and brittle torso as it seemed.


"P-please, get off the wall, you don't know w-what dirty things could be on it." he said, whilst beckoning her to follow him as he was going to move to the new object approaching.
 
Clara backed away from the strange man, the little shadow person crawling up her arm. It rested on her shoulder and tittered quietly in her ear.


She didn't trust this man, she didn't know who he was, how she got there, what he had to do with it.


She had to get out of there. She continued to back away from him.


"Get away from me," she raised her hands in front of her, sliding along the wall away.


Tapatapatapatapatapatapatapatapa Batman~
 
The stick figure creature skidded to a stop, in a way that reminded Kam of a skateboarder. He slowed to a walk several feet away from the creature, looking at the other people. One of them, a boy, was slowly moving toward him. Kam stopped nervously. The girl, who was farther behind, was slowly edging away, her hands up in protection. Kam looked at the two of them, and then back at the strange stick figure creature. "Er..."


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Crys opened her eyes at the sudden change in temperature. Glancing up, she saw the three others in the room. Quietly, she stood up and surveyed her surroundings. She noted the white walls of the hallway. "Is this a dream? or a nightmare?" she pondered to herself. Pulling out a spork. (I know, its not the most intimidating weapon... :o ) She almost instinctively slipped into her shadow, and smiled at her companion, an elongated and wiry shadow, who was melting into the wall, avoiding being seen. Rubbing her nose, she realised that her nose had been uncovered, and she had a cold. "A-a-a-choo." she sniffled, a drop of snot welling out of her nose.
 
Kam turned around at the sound of a sneeeze. "This place is just getting weirder...." The girl who was the source of the sneeze was almost invisible, hiding in the shadows. She held something in her hand, but Kam couldn't discern what it was. Heck, it was only due to his eyes having adjusted easily to the patches of light and dark that he was able to see more than her outline. The strange stick figure seemed uncertain where to go. It looked at the three people around them, turning in a slow circle.
 
Crys winced at the level gaze of the person, scared of the way he saw her almost instantly. Sighing, she stepped off the wall, and watched the person. "Should i talk to them?" she wonders to herself. She cautiously steps foreward, making a quick decision. Then, she leaps with a snarl at the child in front of her, swinging an overhand arc with the spork in her hand. "Leave...me... ALONE!" she yells, still in the air. Her shadow turns into the cysics form, and begins to eat some popcorn.
 
Kam yelled in surprise as the girl suddenly, and seemingly randomly, leaped toward him, swinging the object in her hand. It was a spork. In his surprise, shock, and bewilderment, Kam let her hit him with it. It didn't hurt that much. But that action seemed to help the stick figure decide. It walked over to a strange shadow creature and began eating popcorn, seemingly stealing it from the shadow being. Kam couldn't help it. He laughed. Then he remembered that the girl was attacking him, and he ran. "What the heck is wrong with people?!"
 
Crys smiled at her minor victory over him, holding it out threateningly. "Why did you take me her, boy!" she yells. Her shadow glares at the stick figure, then, what would be a smile, and summoned another bag, giving it to the other.
 
The stick figure smiled, and began eating the popcorn it was offered. Kam turned, sighed inwardly, and stood several feet away from the girl. He yelled back to her. "I'm just as confused as you!"
 
Kam shrugged, looking around as well. He walked over, hesitantly, and swerved to walk to over to the Cysics. He squatted down next to them, and the stick figure insinctively hid the popcorn from him. Kam chuckled, and reached over to pat it on the head. "Hey there lil' fella." The stickfigure punched his hand, and Kam shrugged helplessly. "Alright alright. I won't do that." He turned back to Crys. "They somehow remind me of Pokemon. Or Cheeses." He looked down at the stick figure again, and flost his balance in shock. Instead of popcorn, it was playing on what looked like a... "DSi?" Kam peered over its shoulder, sitting cross-legged now. The stick figure grinned, something that Kam couldn't see, and then jumped up, doing a flip and landing on his shoulder.
 
Kam looked at her in shock. "Y-you don't..." His cheeks grew red as he realized that that was probably rude. Not everbody knew about Pokemon, but still...he shrugged. "Anywa-hey! What're you doing?" The stickfigure was pulling a quarter out of Kam's ear. Kam looked at it, eyes wide. "W...what in the world...?"
 
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Victor had enough of the nonsense, his persistence was as low as his self-esteem "I'm not going to bother, you can stay on that dirt driven wall!" He waved his hand around, before moving into the strange pure white corridor. In the far distance stood the strange creature from the beginning, in this seemingly empty "room" it had no end to it. This can't be a dream, I know it, this is far too vivid. His eyes widened as the world behind him began to mesh into something new


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A fog ridden playground. forgotten, abandoned, and aged.


"Wait what?!" Victor tumbled backwards as the figure disappeared into the fog and trees. What could this be? This isn't normal, I don't know any of these people, or- I know this- his thought is cut off as he looks at the slide. He moves to the slide and begins to touch the rusty and wet side. Victor looks around to see children running around playing in the foggy and ruined playground.

 

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Clara chewed her fingernails nervously and slipped away from the others. She didn't trust them, they were going to hurt her.


As she sprinted away, bare feet slapping the concrete, the white halls shifted into dark grey and then black.


A room formed around her.


"Hello?" She called. Her voice bounced off the hard granite floors and up to the tall beamed ceilings.


"A library?" She murmured and the figure on her shoulder tittered.


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She ran her fingers along the bonded books and pulled one out carefully.


The cover was... Yellowish, but tinged with pink. She turned it over and inspected it carefully.


With a scream she dropped it as she realised what it was made of.


Tapatapatapatapatapatapatapatapa Batman~
 
Clara chewed her fingernails nervously and slipped away from the others. She didn't trust them, they were going to hurt her.


As she sprinted away, bare feet slapping the concrete, the white halls shifted into dark grey and then black.


A room formed around her.


"Hello?" She called. Her voice bounced off the hard granite floors and up to the tall beamed ceilings.


"A library?" She murmured and the figure on her shoulder tittered.


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She ran her fingers along the bonded books and pulled one out carefully.


The cover was... Yellowish, but tinged with pink. She turned it over and inspected it carefully.


With a scream she dropped it as she realised what it was made of.


Doubted giggles and hopped from one foot to another.


Tapatapatapatapatapatapatapatapa Batman~
 
Crystal saw the flurry of movement, and turned to jog after her, stopping when she sees the library. "H-h-hello? Wh-wh-who's there?" as she walks in, she sighs, pulling a dusty book off of the shelves, brandishing it as a shield.
 

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