Pretzel Heart
Afterimage of Broad Daylight
๏ธโ Justice โ
Snake
Location: Bully circle, apparently
Mood: Still pissed
Interacts: Rowan, Will, Mono, (Everyone)
Mentions: Sol, Silque
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Two words casually dropped from Chub's mouth as he clenched his fist and placed them on either side of his hips. The air became indisputably taut as more bodies began to conjugate into a single group and voice their (opposing) opinions. So taut and palpable, Chubs was sure he could whip out his Tapatio and spread it around the air. Speaking of Tapatio, the towering man became suddenly aware of just how insatiable his hunger was at the moment. As if on cue, his stomach thundered from starvation (well, starvation for him) and he placed a hand on his protruding stomach. Damn, wonder if there's any food in this forest.
For a moment, Chubs believed his ice-breaker comment had evanesced into the impending nightfall. Well, until a teen of unimpressive height and unruly streaked hair spoke up.
"Cotton candy hair, shut up. Pumpkin eyes, shut up. Palpatine, shut up. Fatass, shut up. Caramel macchiato, shut up. You five didn't do anything wrong, but shut up anyway."
Bright eyes bounced from person-to-person. Cotton candy, pumpkin, and caramel macchiato? The three descriptive terms immediately played in his subconscious like an old movie, fractions of memories that included him eating and drinking all three products struck his memory like a familiar tune. It was easy to decipher after that which nickname belonged to who. But what in the hell was a Palpatine? Wait, was this twerp calling him a fatass? Chubs puckered his lips to one side and knitted his full brows together, glancing down at his stomach.
Well, shit, the little dude is right.
Nonchalantly, Chubs shrugged his shoulder and smoothed out his facial features. During his profound insights, the man with a hobble hadlimped made his way over to the punk and...
Shit.
Before the situation escalated, Chubs advanced towards the two in three easy strides, coming between the one who called himself Mono and the man who never ceased expressing his opinions. "Hey now," He stated, arms snaking around the two troublesome individuals. "As much as I love a brawl (wait, I do?), I don't think slapping the shit outta each other is gonna do much." He held them firm against his body, compressing the one who used his glove to slap the other just a tad tighter than the other. "Don't you agree?" To get his point across, he pressed the two tighter against his body in one quick, short motion before loosening back to his original grip. A terrifying, almost too jolly of a smile painted his facial features and accentuated the superficial wrinkles branching from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm, uh, Chubs I guess," He introduced himself while holding the other men close to his body. "I think these two are onto something," With his head, he gestured to the woman with a cigarette in her mouth and the kid with the dressings encompassing his appendages. "I really don't have any memory from up until I got here. I do have one of those cards, though." The entire situation was too much for Chubs to process. Either that or he was in shock. He felt calm. Oddly calm in this unknown forest. Although, there was one key feeling that attached to his heart and refused to falter. Chubs had this undeniable sense he should be somewhere with someone, but doing what and with who?
Chubs ultimately shook the peculiar feeling. There was no sense in dwelling on something unknown while the situation at hand unfolded. It was evident this group would not get along, at least for now. "Maybe we should try and be nicer to each other, yeah?" It was a suggestion; a rather firm suggestion as he glanced in the direction of the woman in the defensive stance and the man who called cotton candy hair a bitch. Wait, cotton candy? There goes that hunger again. His stomach rumbled against Mono and the unnamed man. "Sorry guys," He murmured sheepishly. "Can't help it."
[/div]Two words casually dropped from Chub's mouth as he clenched his fist and placed them on either side of his hips. The air became indisputably taut as more bodies began to conjugate into a single group and voice their (opposing) opinions. So taut and palpable, Chubs was sure he could whip out his Tapatio and spread it around the air. Speaking of Tapatio, the towering man became suddenly aware of just how insatiable his hunger was at the moment. As if on cue, his stomach thundered from starvation (well, starvation for him) and he placed a hand on his protruding stomach. Damn, wonder if there's any food in this forest.
For a moment, Chubs believed his ice-breaker comment had evanesced into the impending nightfall. Well, until a teen of unimpressive height and unruly streaked hair spoke up.
"Cotton candy hair, shut up. Pumpkin eyes, shut up. Palpatine, shut up. Fatass, shut up. Caramel macchiato, shut up. You five didn't do anything wrong, but shut up anyway."
Bright eyes bounced from person-to-person. Cotton candy, pumpkin, and caramel macchiato? The three descriptive terms immediately played in his subconscious like an old movie, fractions of memories that included him eating and drinking all three products struck his memory like a familiar tune. It was easy to decipher after that which nickname belonged to who. But what in the hell was a Palpatine? Wait, was this twerp calling him a fatass? Chubs puckered his lips to one side and knitted his full brows together, glancing down at his stomach.
Well, shit, the little dude is right.
Nonchalantly, Chubs shrugged his shoulder and smoothed out his facial features. During his profound insights, the man with a hobble had
Shit.
Before the situation escalated, Chubs advanced towards the two in three easy strides, coming between the one who called himself Mono and the man who never ceased expressing his opinions. "Hey now," He stated, arms snaking around the two troublesome individuals. "As much as I love a brawl (wait, I do?), I don't think slapping the shit outta each other is gonna do much." He held them firm against his body, compressing the one who used his glove to slap the other just a tad tighter than the other. "Don't you agree?" To get his point across, he pressed the two tighter against his body in one quick, short motion before loosening back to his original grip. A terrifying, almost too jolly of a smile painted his facial features and accentuated the superficial wrinkles branching from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm, uh, Chubs I guess," He introduced himself while holding the other men close to his body. "I think these two are onto something," With his head, he gestured to the woman with a cigarette in her mouth and the kid with the dressings encompassing his appendages. "I really don't have any memory from up until I got here. I do have one of those cards, though." The entire situation was too much for Chubs to process. Either that or he was in shock. He felt calm. Oddly calm in this unknown forest. Although, there was one key feeling that attached to his heart and refused to falter. Chubs had this undeniable sense he should be somewhere with someone, but doing what and with who?
Chubs ultimately shook the peculiar feeling. There was no sense in dwelling on something unknown while the situation at hand unfolded. It was evident this group would not get along, at least for now. "Maybe we should try and be nicer to each other, yeah?" It was a suggestion; a rather firm suggestion as he glanced in the direction of the woman in the defensive stance and the man who called cotton candy hair a bitch. Wait, cotton candy? There goes that hunger again. His stomach rumbled against Mono and the unnamed man. "Sorry guys," He murmured sheepishly. "Can't help it."
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Falling down a Passerine research rabbit hole
T H E C H A R I O T
Darkness was all that he could see. Darkness is what he could see, and a hell of a lot of noise is what he could hear. On the ground, in an undisclosed location, was a boy. He looked no more than 20. Tall. Very tall. And skinny, which only added to his stature. He tossed and turned a bit, perhaps in attempt to fall back asleep, but the chatter was too loud.
Finally, he decided to open his eyes. Along with the ridiculous amount of noise, there were people. A lot of them. Every single one of them seemed to be screaming and shouting in confusion and rage. Joy among joys. He didn't bother getting up, instead, he lay there, on the cold, wet, ground. Half of his vision was blurred by a bush next to his head, and the other half was met with the distant view of the back of some man's legs.
This is where the boy remained for the next few minutes. Getting up and dealing with everyone was tiring. He didn't know why, but it was. Come to think of it, he didn't know anything; not even his own name.
I should probably get on that... Names are probably important in a group setting... Uhhhh... Leaf? Dirt? Bush? I'm no president that won't do... Ummm
Nothing. He could think of absolutely nothing. Almost like a waste of brain space. Anyhow, he finally managed to collect the resolve to sit himself up. Once he was seated upright, there was a slight "fwomp" as something fell from a slight distance and onto the ground.
The boy looked down at the dirt due to the sudden sound and found a small book. A small, paper bound book, no bigger than a pocket journal. A ball point pen was hooked over the cover.
Will Shortz Presents Surrender to Sudoku
Sudoku? Eh. Good enough for now
The boy was Sudoku now. And he was joyful with the thought that if he ever got tired of this crowd of strangers, he would be able to fill out numbers 1-9 into a frustrating grid of misery. Inside the book was a small bookmark. It was about the size of a playing card. Flipping to that page, he was able to get a better look at the card.
YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU HAVE SINNED. NOW SHOW ME THE MEANING OF SACRIFICE.
"Oh. Okay then"
Why would I use that as bookmark? That just seems...edgy and unnecessary.
Taking the bookmark out of the creak of the book, Sudoku took notice to some other drawings. Along the boarders of the pages was stars. Large star charts sketched out in pen, and Sudoku knew every one of them.
Orion... Taurus... Monocerus
His fingers flicked through the book as his eyes scanned each page.
Orphiuchus... Hyrda... Centerus... Libra. Libra.
Well, it's better than Sudoku.
Darkness was all that he could see. Darkness is what he could see, and a hell of a lot of noise is what he could hear. On the ground, in an undisclosed location, was a boy. He looked no more than 20. Tall. Very tall. And skinny, which only added to his stature. He tossed and turned a bit, perhaps in attempt to fall back asleep, but the chatter was too loud.
Finally, he decided to open his eyes. Along with the ridiculous amount of noise, there were people. A lot of them. Every single one of them seemed to be screaming and shouting in confusion and rage. Joy among joys. He didn't bother getting up, instead, he lay there, on the cold, wet, ground. Half of his vision was blurred by a bush next to his head, and the other half was met with the distant view of the back of some man's legs.
This is where the boy remained for the next few minutes. Getting up and dealing with everyone was tiring. He didn't know why, but it was. Come to think of it, he didn't know anything; not even his own name.
I should probably get on that... Names are probably important in a group setting... Uhhhh... Leaf? Dirt? Bush? I'm no president that won't do... Ummm
Nothing. He could think of absolutely nothing. Almost like a waste of brain space. Anyhow, he finally managed to collect the resolve to sit himself up. Once he was seated upright, there was a slight "fwomp" as something fell from a slight distance and onto the ground.
The boy looked down at the dirt due to the sudden sound and found a small book. A small, paper bound book, no bigger than a pocket journal. A ball point pen was hooked over the cover.
Will Shortz Presents Surrender to Sudoku
Sudoku? Eh. Good enough for now
The boy was Sudoku now. And he was joyful with the thought that if he ever got tired of this crowd of strangers, he would be able to fill out numbers 1-9 into a frustrating grid of misery. Inside the book was a small bookmark. It was about the size of a playing card. Flipping to that page, he was able to get a better look at the card.
YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU HAVE SINNED. NOW SHOW ME THE MEANING OF SACRIFICE.
"Oh. Okay then"
Why would I use that as bookmark? That just seems...edgy and unnecessary.
Taking the bookmark out of the creak of the book, Sudoku took notice to some other drawings. Along the boarders of the pages was stars. Large star charts sketched out in pen, and Sudoku knew every one of them.
Orion... Taurus... Monocerus
His fingers flicked through the book as his eyes scanned each page.
Orphiuchus... Hyrda... Centerus... Libra. Libra.
Well, it's better than Sudoku.
Beleth
Senior Member
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Airi
Interactions: Everyone
Mentions: Snake, Mono
Mentions: Snake, Mono
Soft breathes caressed a small patch of dented grass.
There was silence, somewhat, as a female far past her teen years (though the mistake of referring to her as such still occurs) lies in pseudo-sleep amongst the nature-made bed. It wasnโt a comfortable one but made due for the time being.
The female stirred lightly, fussing with herself a few more minutes of rest as if a school-girl anticipating the wake of her guardians to prep her for another day. At this point, she was neither awake nor asleep, just an abyss of surrealism. Truth be told, the state of mind was all she could ask for (why thoughโฆ).
She lied there, content, not minding other voices with half flittered eyes -
Wait, other voices?
Grasping the blades of grass once more, the female lifted her head. Her eyes now having a more clear view of the caps of her knees, a sideways gaze. She held herself in fetal position, a cloak substituting as what she mistook for a blanket, a tree meeting the end of her gaze.
Tree?
After a brief moment of panic, a sigh escaped the girlโs lips. Of course a tree. What else? Gardens always have trees. Especially in large manors with notorious parties
...Party? Whatever some sort of dream she has set herself in, she was no better sounding than some monkey on drugs. As far as her eye could see, there were no parties. There wasnโt even so much as a house within the past 50 kilometers!
"...Cotton candy hair, shut up. Pumpkin eyes, shut up. Palpatine, shut up. Fatass, shut up. Caramel macchiato, shut up. You five didn't do anything wrong, but shut up anyway."
She frowned for a moment, an ear grasping a voice hushing all of the others. Nonono, please, donโt shut up. I need answers. Her thoughts gathered but her voice refused to transmit them.
Though, there was no use communicating if she couldnโt as so much know where she was or without introductions.
Introductions, right. That was a thing. Fortunately, it was an obvious one! It is โฆ
It was โฆ
It should be โฆ.
The femaleโs frown deepened, brows protruding down the center of her face. I think it was โฆ. Was eventually her outcome. At this point she was thoroughly awake, pushing against gravity to sit upside right, a headache she was faintly unaware of now making itself very well-known. She took another few minutes to steady herself in the grass, a palm resting against a fresh patch, the other scooting just a bit away from its old resting place.
Blimey, she knew her name, it just had to come to her. Her eyes scanned the grass as if searching for an answer among nature. In her peripheral view, a card seemed to have dropped, flittering down, another wave of relief rushing over her.
An ID, of course! Overeager fingers scrambled for the cardboard item (funny, it was a lot softer than last remembered..) as she inspected the card thoroughly. There wasnโt a name โฆ birthdate โฆ there was most certainly a picture โฆ. it read:
Strength.
She flipped the card over, clinging onto the remaining bits of optimism she had left.
You have been brought here because you have sinned.
Now teach me the meaning of sacrifice.
Now teach me the meaning of sacrifice.
Was this some sort of sick gimmick? Maybe the voices she heard were apart of this to. With or against her was something sheโd have to face them about.
But with what face โฆ. She couldnโt so much as recall her own name, much less confront a group of - what - 20 something people? Pulling the cloak over herself further in disappointment, the female caught eye of a tag. Two bare fingers tugged at the rim to face it up right, revealing a font printed too cursively for anyone in their right mind to read.
Airiโs Fine Embroderies
Airi. Supposedly adopting a temporary name wouldnโt hurt, now would it? It a delicate daint to it. Airi rose to her feet, stumbling to gain her balance. Within moments sheโd learn whether these people were friend or foe. If they were friend, they could help her out. If they were foe, seeing all 20 of them seem friendly enough with each other, then thatโd be 20 different ways to be put out of her misery.
โExcuse me,โ she called out, hands automatically finding their way to each other. Fingertips resting on the inside of the palm, as if speaking to a queen of some sorts in some medieval era. The female found herself already choking up to the idea of speaking to a group of strangers. โSorry (sorry? Why the hell was she apologizing?) to be bothering you lot, I came to see if any of you had an answer pertaining to this card-โ
"They're Tarot Cards."
It appears sheโs come just in time. A male that resembled a doctor of some sorts hobbled his way to the center of the crowd, jeering in distaste at whoever thought this was some sort of sick joke. His tone came off as condescending but the man had a point. If she had to make a proposition based off of what he was saying, it seemed like the others were in the same boat as she.
Beleth
Senior Member
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Lucre
)Death.
A faint pang tugged at the edges of the womanโs heart, a skeleton looking right back at her. A tarot card for death? Of course, right off the bat the black individual was scheduled out to die first. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she read the back again. It spoke of sinning and sacrifice, two things that very much sat ill within her.
There were several voices that she picked up on. One of them belonging to a large fella that was particularly hard to miss if she were to be honest. He had done a job well-done at breaking apart two individuals who looked as though they were about to throw-down within minutes of โฆ meeting โฆ one another.
Another was a female, her skin resembling a fine blend of brown and red with a persona of beaming opportunities. She seemed to be the optimist so far out of everyone. Then there was the man that, of course, wanted to take charge of everything. Supposedly waking up in a forest with what she now understood as tarot cards were โobviousโ. Still, she didnโt think much of it. Then there was the โhusherโ, the one who reminded the woman of the person who shushed everyone just before the king spoke. It was a bit amusing, really, given the timing between the pseudo-leader and the husher.
There were many others, of course, but these were the ones who stood out the most. Perhaps this could be the projection of their voices, how quickly they were to take control or stop the chaos. These were the ones that already showed to have the most impact.
Still, she wasnโt being much help either. All she had been doing was sitting idly by in the dark, waiting for answers while everyone else to find them. If that wasnโt the very definition of free-loader, she wasnโt sure what was. Eyes opening (in a rather groggy manner), the woman propped herself off of the tree with plans to introduce herself with a name she hoped to have created mid-conversation. Fingers reaching for the rim of her neck in uncertainty, she felt something cold. Metal. A necklace. She peered down at her own neck (as much as nature would allow her to) to find just that: an accessory. Plain and simple, yet it painted the woman with content at its design. On the inside of the necklace, however, there seemed to be an engraving: Lucrum.
Odd, considering the very definition of the word meant, essentially, dirty money (wait, how did she know this..? Who in their right mind knows Latin words?). Who would have such a thing not only embroidered but also worn? By the looks of it, the piece of jewelry seems to be outshining its age, suggesting for it to be well taken care of. No other word - much less name - came to mind. She was going to have to go with Lucrum.
No, no. It sounded filthier when the name rolled around in her mind, nevermind planning on saying it out loud as a name. Especially if one of these individuals were more than likely to make fun of it so soon. There were a plethora of ways the name Lucrum could go badly.
Lucre
That โฆ that sounded somewhat better.
"Information is key, so I must ask...are we all suffering from a memory lapse? Does anyone remember anything before waking up here?"
Finally, some sense to begin with. Now was her chance to --
โI canโt say that I do, my child. The last thing I remember was โฆ now. Waking up to shouting and bickering,โ her eyes flitted over to the boy. Quick thinking for being stranded in a forest.
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Interrupted from his musings, Luca turned, facing the woman who had spoken, his eyes instantly latching onto the sight of a card similar to his own. He smirked. He shifted his grip on his own card so that the Emperor was facing the woman and held it up between his middle and forefinger. "My lady," he dipped his head in a show of respect, his smirk still in place.
His head fell to side, causing his hair to drift across his eyes, allowing him a second to narrow his eyes in thought as he considered her words. What she said did make sense and despite the show he put on quite often, he didn't always know what to do in some situations, this clearly being one of them. He covered his thoughts with a hum and closed his eyes while he smiled brightly at the blue-haired woman before him as well as the limping man that inserted himself into their conversation.
"Well hello to you too, Mr. Grumpy." he greeted pleasantly. "My new friend here happens to have a point that you so rudely interrupted." he inserted, listening as the other male began to rant about how they could have been the kidnappers. The thought almost made him laugh. "Yes, one of us here clearly pulled this off." he grinned. "You have such an amusing sense of humor."
At the woman's words, he instantly agreed. "Introducing ourselves is an important step to gaining trust and starting to learn what has happened to us all." he paused and turned to the other male. "Unless you are still convinced that one of us, is of course, the mastermind behind this elaborate plot?"
Not bothering to give the man a chance to speak again, he turned to face the growing crowd, some of which had already started to introduce themselves. He nodded to himself, good. This was good. Most seemed to be of the mind of trying to figure things out, and that was the best way to try and figure things out. "Alright, nice to meet you all, I'm Luca." he paused, scanning the crowd.
"Everyone has some good points, but I like this one gentleman's point. Why don't we all try being a bit nicer to each other? We all appear to be stuck here, we might as well try and figure it out together. Based on all of the confused murmurs, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that, no, no one remembers how they got here and what the cards we all seem to have mean." he summarized. "My good friend here made some good points about trying to find shelter and other such things, personally, I like this suggestion and am going to follow her lead for the moment. If any of you also find this a reasonable solution, I don't see why we can't work together. However, if any would rather not, there's no one here forcing you to stay in such close quarters with the rest of us who would like to figure things out."
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Interrupted from his musings, Luca turned, facing the woman who had spoken, his eyes instantly latching onto the sight of a card similar to his own. He smirked. He shifted his grip on his own card so that the Emperor was facing the woman and held it up between his middle and forefinger. "My lady," he dipped his head in a show of respect, his smirk still in place.
His head fell to side, causing his hair to drift across his eyes, allowing him a second to narrow his eyes in thought as he considered her words. What she said did make sense and despite the show he put on quite often, he didn't always know what to do in some situations, this clearly being one of them. He covered his thoughts with a hum and closed his eyes while he smiled brightly at the blue-haired woman before him as well as the limping man that inserted himself into their conversation.
"Well hello to you too, Mr. Grumpy." he greeted pleasantly. "My new friend here happens to have a point that you so rudely interrupted." he inserted, listening as the other male began to rant about how they could have been the kidnappers. The thought almost made him laugh. "Yes, one of us here clearly pulled this off." he grinned. "You have such an amusing sense of humor."
At the woman's words, he instantly agreed. "Introducing ourselves is an important step to gaining trust and starting to learn what has happened to us all." he paused and turned to the other male. "Unless you are still convinced that one of us, is of course, the mastermind behind this elaborate plot?"
Not bothering to give the man a chance to speak again, he turned to face the growing crowd, some of which had already started to introduce themselves. He nodded to himself, good. This was good. Most seemed to be of the mind of trying to figure things out, and that was the best way to try and figure things out. "Alright, nice to meet you all, I'm Luca." he paused, scanning the crowd.
"Everyone has some good points, but I like this one gentleman's point. Why don't we all try being a bit nicer to each other? We all appear to be stuck here, we might as well try and figure it out together. Based on all of the confused murmurs, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that, no, no one remembers how they got here and what the cards we all seem to have mean." he summarized. "My good friend here made some good points about trying to find shelter and other such things, personally, I like this suggestion and am going to follow her lead for the moment. If any of you also find this a reasonable solution, I don't see why we can't work together. However, if any would rather not, there's no one here forcing you to stay in such close quarters with the rest of us who would like to figure things out."
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Oh well. Bad news or not, Love hadn't been interested in the question's answer to begin with. The young man had played his role in helping her up, albeit pathetically so. There was no way she weighed anything that would require ample effort on his part. That left the only option being that he was not very strong, weak even. It was a shame. What seemed to have initially been a prince coming to the aid of a maiden in need, had flopped. This young man had no presence, no manners, and no strength.
"You shouldn't be asking me that. Names are important; ask that to yourself, not someone else." 1
...and no opinions. Yet Love did appreciate the statement. After all, it meant her own opinion went unchallenged. Of course Love didn't care what this person thought about her nickname. It was like a little test, and although they didn't pass with flying colors they didn't fail. That would be enough for now. In a situation like this, there would likely be plenty of time for improvementโthat would go for everyone here. Arguments had taken off, and things were only getting worse. This was all wrong. Times like these called for unity... and friendship!
"Shut up." 1
The words had left the very same young man standing in front of her, sudden, and loud. Love jolted, even if a bit delayed. There was nothing to be said, and no opportunity either. The young man glared at the sources of his frustration and, to Love's glee, she was not one of them. In fact, she scooted closer, just behind him, and took shelter from the eyes that would soon be headed this way. The young man didn't stop. He kept going and going, nailing each and every disturbance with impunity. As he got his point across, everyone received a boorish nickname. It was a most interesting display of dominance, though Love disproved at scolding the innocent.
It was a good move to apologize, though she wasn't sure it would help much. But he did have a card much like her ownโwherever it may lay at this time. From her vantage point she only caught the side he wasn't showing the rest:
She liked the sound of that. This was certainly someone that intrigued her. Though he wouldn't serve much purpose outside entertainment. He seemed to share her own notion about the two women most suitable to lead. Both were remarkably beautiful and kind people. It should have gone without question. That is, if not for the nerve of some people.
Someone2 said something or another but the smoke they exuded was distracting enough for Love to pass it over. Disgusting. Couldn't they slowly rot their innards somewhere away from everyone else? Maybe there were too many people after all. There were definitely too many voices. One by... "Puck" was it?โthrew out some straight forward ideas.3 None of which interested Love. They could all handle the nitty gritty stuff. It wasn't paramount that she take any part in it. When they returned to introduction she could present herself, but unless another moment like that showed up she would prefer to avoid the tedious conversations.
The troublemakers in the area weren't finished just yet, and the very same one from earlier took a swipe at Mono.4 Love had no choice but to retreat from her position lest a fight break out. She really did not like this cripple, as her shield had put it so elegantly. This man's type was frustrating. Things seemed like they were beginning to cool, and back into the boiling water it went. This time however a new force came forth and quelled the sparks from catching. A burly man, self-dubbed "Chubs", who executed a hug to stop malevolent advancements.5 Just seeing him in action had made her giddy, "[div class=gradLove]Thanks Mr. Chubs.[/div]"
This was the perfect time to fade out of this situation, and look for something new. Mr. Chubs had an impressive size, but so too did a few of the others. One in particular that caught Love's eye was a tall woman. It was their relative silence that struck her interest, and there was something else too, though she didn't know what. The woman seemed kinda scary actually, but that made it all the more exhilarating.
"[div class=gradLove]U-uh, Ms?[/div]" Love trotted over, so she her quiet voice could reach. "[div class=gradLove]E-Everyone's fighting k-kinda interrupted introductions b-b-but,[/div]" Her eyes started watering, and her words started to jumble. "[div class=gradLove]I-I'm going by 'Love' for now. M-my card was 'The Lovers'... but I lost it...[/div]" There was a long sullen pause, as she stared down at the ground. "[div class=gradLove]A-Anyway, w-what's your card? A-And what should I-I call you?[/div]"
There was certainly a grander conversation going on6, but this didn't halt Love.
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Oh well. Bad news or not, Love hadn't been interested in the question's answer to begin with. The young man had played his role in helping her up, albeit pathetically so. There was no way she weighed anything that would require ample effort on his part. That left the only option being that he was not very strong, weak even. It was a shame. What seemed to have initially been a prince coming to the aid of a maiden in need, had flopped. This young man had no presence, no manners, and no strength.
"You shouldn't be asking me that. Names are important; ask that to yourself, not someone else." 1
...and no opinions. Yet Love did appreciate the statement. After all, it meant her own opinion went unchallenged. Of course Love didn't care what this person thought about her nickname. It was like a little test, and although they didn't pass with flying colors they didn't fail. That would be enough for now. In a situation like this, there would likely be plenty of time for improvementโthat would go for everyone here. Arguments had taken off, and things were only getting worse. This was all wrong. Times like these called for unity... and friendship!
"Shut up." 1
The words had left the very same young man standing in front of her, sudden, and loud. Love jolted, even if a bit delayed. There was nothing to be said, and no opportunity either. The young man glared at the sources of his frustration and, to Love's glee, she was not one of them. In fact, she scooted closer, just behind him, and took shelter from the eyes that would soon be headed this way. The young man didn't stop. He kept going and going, nailing each and every disturbance with impunity. As he got his point across, everyone received a boorish nickname. It was a most interesting display of dominance, though Love disproved at scolding the innocent.
It was a good move to apologize, though she wasn't sure it would help much. But he did have a card much like her ownโwherever it may lay at this time. From her vantage point she only caught the side he wasn't showing the rest:
The Hanged Man
She liked the sound of that. This was certainly someone that intrigued her. Though he wouldn't serve much purpose outside entertainment. He seemed to share her own notion about the two women most suitable to lead. Both were remarkably beautiful and kind people. It should have gone without question. That is, if not for the nerve of some people.
Someone2 said something or another but the smoke they exuded was distracting enough for Love to pass it over. Disgusting. Couldn't they slowly rot their innards somewhere away from everyone else? Maybe there were too many people after all. There were definitely too many voices. One by... "Puck" was it?โthrew out some straight forward ideas.3 None of which interested Love. They could all handle the nitty gritty stuff. It wasn't paramount that she take any part in it. When they returned to introduction she could present herself, but unless another moment like that showed up she would prefer to avoid the tedious conversations.
The troublemakers in the area weren't finished just yet, and the very same one from earlier took a swipe at Mono.4 Love had no choice but to retreat from her position lest a fight break out. She really did not like this cripple, as her shield had put it so elegantly. This man's type was frustrating. Things seemed like they were beginning to cool, and back into the boiling water it went. This time however a new force came forth and quelled the sparks from catching. A burly man, self-dubbed "Chubs", who executed a hug to stop malevolent advancements.5 Just seeing him in action had made her giddy, "[div class=gradLove]Thanks Mr. Chubs.[/div]"
This was the perfect time to fade out of this situation, and look for something new. Mr. Chubs had an impressive size, but so too did a few of the others. One in particular that caught Love's eye was a tall woman. It was their relative silence that struck her interest, and there was something else too, though she didn't know what. The woman seemed kinda scary actually, but that made it all the more exhilarating.
"[div class=gradLove]U-uh, Ms?[/div]" Love trotted over, so she her quiet voice could reach. "[div class=gradLove]E-Everyone's fighting k-kinda interrupted introductions b-b-but,[/div]" Her eyes started watering, and her words started to jumble. "[div class=gradLove]I-I'm going by 'Love' for now. M-my card was 'The Lovers'... but I lost it...[/div]" There was a long sullen pause, as she stared down at the ground. "[div class=gradLove]A-Anyway, w-what's your card? A-And what should I-I call you?[/div]"
There was certainly a grander conversation going on6, but this didn't halt Love.
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Hextremus
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MONOTHE HANGED MAN
Mono wasn't unaware that his little outburst would result in repercussions. Especially in regards to the cripple. It was no surprise that Mono's first target began making his way towards the young man still flipping his coin. His vibrant green eyes affixed on the approaching enemy, for lack of a better word. They didn't miss the man's slow removal of one of his gloves, one of the very things Mono had used against him.
It was quite obvious what was soon to follow.
He found himself smirking as the man came to a halt in front of him. The man's smaller stature coupled with his limping gait meant the smirk was directed downwards, something Mono hoped would infuriate the cripple. The coin finally stopped flipping, Mono easily catching it in the palm of his hand. In the next instant, the glove was slapped across his face with clearly all the strength the cripple could muster.
Mono blinked. It was the only sign that he'd registered the glove's connection apart from the minute rotation of his head to one side.
The smirk didn't leave his lips as he slipped the coin back into his jacket pocket.
"I'm not the special one here. I postulate that you are the special one here, you handicapped inbred piece of shi-"
RED ALERT, RED ALERT. BIG MAN ASSAULT
Alarm bells rang out in Mono's head as the one he'd called Fatass grabbed both him and the cripple, pulling them both against him in a horrifying bear hug. He immediately began struggling, trying with all his strength to escape the iron grip, fueled by a strange deep-seated repulsion. Unsuccessfully, of course, though he'd now found out his apparent fear and disgust towards physical contact with other humans. Great.
"Ack- Love, help me! Plea-"
Love was gone. She'd been hiding behind him last he'd seen, now she was out of sight. Shit.
Well. Only one option left now.
"I YIELD, I YIELD! LET ME GO!"
Mono couldn't find it in himself to keep the calm, collected demeanour that he'd displayed since his awakening, rapidly tapping his hand against the arm that imprisoned him in what he somehow knew was the universal sign of yielding.
Absolutely humiliating. He'd never live this down.
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SINTEMPERANCE
One of the final figures still unconscious stirred on the ground. A quiet, confused groan escaped her lips as she squeezed her already closed eyes shut tighter. Grass tickled her skin, its touch revealing the exposure of her arms, midriff, and the majority of her legs. The woman's molten gold hair fanned out around her head like a halo, her equally molten pink eyes finally cracking open to register green leaves overhead. She grumbled under her breath as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, raised voices invading her ears.
"The hell..?"
She muttered to herself, eyes moving down from the leaves overhead to inspect herself and her... very exposing choice of attire. She felt that she should be taken aback, that she should push the short (very short) skirt that had ridden further up her thighs during her sitting up back down.
Instead she ran her fingers through her hair with a small frown. Silk under her fingers. The frown disappeared as a small smile of relief took its place. This she did find somewhat strange; she knew that this was unnatural, that she didn't know who she was or where she was. But what she seemed to find more important was the state of her hair.
"I've got my priorities, I guess."
She said out loud, the words accompanied by a quiet chuckle. But... something didn't feel quite right. There was something bothering her, a feeling of something small and rectangular tucked in between her breasts. How very intimate of a place... it made her hum in amusement.
The woman, due to the strange clothes she wore, had to grab the object with her index and middle fingers by slipping them below the bottom of her tight-fitting top, slowly extracting the intrusion with care. Once it had been revealed she held it up to the light, still gripping it between her index and middle fingers.
She recoiled in disgust, eyes narrowing at the angel. She felt her lips twist into a sneer of irritation. Her memories had disappeared, but what seemed to be a hatred of religion remained. The card was quickly flipped so she could take a look at the opposite face.
One word jumped out at her.
SINNED.
She was a sinner? Is that why she was here, why she'd lost her memories?
Well, being a sinner didn't sound too unappealing to her.
And as a sinner, she required a name to match.
Sin finally rose to her feet, tucking the card back where she'd found it before raising her arms over her head and stretching, back arching like a cat. Accentuating her curves. Were eyes on her? Oh, she was enjoying this. She sighed quietly at the relief before lowering her arms, looking around at everyone else in the clearing with a sly smirk on her lips. Some of these people were definitely individuals that she wanted to discover (Intimately. Very intimately.) . People like that guy with a limp if he wasn't being crushed in a hug, his lovely voice being one of the most prominent during her awakening, or that girl with dark skin and amber eyes, slightly taller than herself.
Mmm. Especially her, yes.
"Morning guys. I'm Sin. This all seems... horrible."
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Beleth
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Lucre
Lucre shifted her attention from the Smart guy to everyone else, contemplating whether or not to say something to add to the mess. If anything, she would have probably mentioned a thing or two to
"Yes, one of us here clearly pulled this off.โ
Did the pot have to be stirred any further than it was? Judging by the nature of the crowd, it wouldnโt have been too farfetched for someone to just come out and dogpile onto the next big issue (the first one already yet to be resolved with who would lead).
"Unless you are still convinced that one of us, is of course, the mastermind behind this elaborate plot?"
So that explains his statement. As soon as the temptation to comment came, it vanished. No use in poking the bear if it had its reasons. The woman scanned the crowd with her peripheral vision, gauging just who the likely accuser could be. Though no one for certain, she had her suspicions thus far.
"U-uh, Ms?"
A new silhouette had come into being, a female significantly shorter than she (though that seemed to be the case with most of the other females within the area) approached her. A cute little thing, adorned in a dress with a matching bow. Seemed like a conversation was about to start.
"E-Everyone's fighting k-kinda interrupted introductions b-b-butโฆ
โฆ.I-I'm going by 'Love' for now. M-my card was 'The Lovers'... but I lost it..โ
The femaleโs stammering only got worse as the introduction ensued. Lucreโs expression was neither amused nor unamused, just โฆ attentive. She lowered herself to a crouch to meet Loveโs eyes. Even the playing field. โIt is very nice to be meeting you, Love. I am Lucre. Very similar to how youโd begin the name Lucretia, just without the ending.โ
Her expressionless state almost broke upon being asked about her card. Love here had received The Loverโs card. That was most certainly a conversation point. Herself, on the other hand, would also be more of a conversation stopper. What sort of person in their right mind would offer something as morbid as Death as the given card right after being told that they were representing The Lovers.
โIโm afraid Iโve lost mine, Child.โ
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Airi
Midst conversation, two men were grabbed by an even bigger man. One that was shouting at the others to be quiet (something Airi found amusingly ironic), and the other that was trying to put the rest in their places in their own way. In some odd way, it had calmed the situation. Though, an odd mix between the interaction going on for too long and not long enough sat with Airi. Two minutes into weaving herself among the others and there was already a mess.
"I YIELD, I YIELD! LET ME GO!"
โI think the ladโs had enough, mate.โ Airi approached the larger man, placing a hand to his arm as if that would do something to release the two men. โOne of them had already called Uncle and the other can hardly walk on his own as is, no use in crushing his good leg.โ She stifled a slight chuckle at the panicking man hitting the much larger man.
"Morning guys. I'm Sin. This all seems... horrible."
Airi turned her head toward the new voice. A specific set of words came to mind until she had caught a glimpse of the owner. โBy God โฆ.โ creases formed underneath the femaleโs eyes. Had she no shame? The way her hips protruded and swung about created another array of emotion within the Brit. In some unprofound manner โฆ her name fit extremely well. At least she had the empathy to address something outside of her curvaceous nature. โGood day, Sinโ the words seeped past her lips in some unwanted flood, โyes, I agree. It is horrible. Whatโs worse is I canโt seem to recollect just where I was a few hours beforehand.โ Her second statement was a partial dedication to Puckโs inquiry, her gaze facing his direction for a brief moment before turning back to the general vicinity.
โIntroductions aside, youโve mentioned these are tarot cards, yes?โ She now looked at the limping leader man. โHas anyone else been granted one of these?โ She held up her card, revealing the picture of Strength on the front, the palm cupping the back that mentioned of sinning.
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The insult would have been a rather ineffective one, after all, it implied nothing derogatory, but something deep down in Rowan began to ferment, boiling and foaming at her core. A distant voice, dry and aged like a bottle of red wine, pulsated in her subconscious. It triggered a debilitating cluster of neuralgias, a shockingly sharp pain just behind her right eye. Instinctively, Rowan winced that eye shut, and she brought her palm up to the source. She began to massage her eye socket, internally praying that the pain would go away. The spasms of torment contorted the rest of her unhidden face.
"My little pumpkin, my little pumpkin, my little pumpkin."
The voice wouldn't stop. She massaged with more vigor, producing an array of flashing lights that intermingled with the darkness. Phosphenes. The visual occurrences were called Phosphenes. She was stimulating the retina too harshly (medical knowledge, huh?), and she knew she needed to stop but that voice.
"My little pumpkin, my little pumpkin, my little pumpkin."
It continued relentlessly, and the pain increased. The smoke from a lit cigarette belonging to a newly joined member simply added to the nauseating knot that formed in the pit of her stomach, threatening to travel upwards and onto the soddened forest floor. At her breaking point, Rowan nearly screeched out in a desperate attempt for help, but then that would mean that these strangers would know she was losing control and, for some unknown reason, that absolutely could not happen. Like a switch turning off, her pain ceased, and her intestines calmed once again. As if nothing had happened, her hand instantly returned to hang leisurely at her side and she no longer took on a defensive stance.
"Sol, Will, Love (At least, that's what Rowan believes she inquired about), Mono, Puck, Chubs, Luca, Sin, Lucre (That's what she told Love, right?)."
She respectively gestured to each of them, repeating the names they had given the quite diverse crowd. Notable events were happening all around. The burly, redheaded man had taken the boy who called himself Mono and the unnamed cripple into his arms in a display of dominance (?) or to simply halt their useless bickering. Rowan was unsure of which one. Four new bodies joined thebully circle as well. Even with all the commotion, Rowan needed to introduce herself. She glanced back at the location of her revival, the shrubs producing the red berries clung to her subconscious.
"I guess you can call me Rowan," She began, looking around at the strangers before her until she settled on the cripple held snug against Chubs. "I didn't call him an object. I simply meant it as a generalization."
Why was she even defending herself? The rather tall and attractive blonde spoke up, agreeing with her previous statement. Rowan nodded in his direction and said, "Thank you."
At least some of her companions possessed common sense.
"Besides, if we were only 100 feet from civilization, we would be able to hear or see something, but..." She stopped speaking and signaled around them as if to prove a point. The night was approaching and, unfortunately, no signs of manmade light or sounds could be seen or heard. As if on cue, a cadence of hoots from an unseen owl echoed in the stale air. "All I see and hear are miles of forest." Her words complemented Luca's. "But, Luca is right. No one is forcing anyone to do anything. I say we stick together; there is strength in numbers and we can start piecing together how we all ended up here and what these cards are," She looked to each person as she spoke, but paused at Puck. The bandages wrapped taut against his arms piqued her curiosity. What was underneath? Rowan shook her head to disperse the thought. Right now, that was insignificant, but she made a mental note to approach the man later. "Does anyone know how to start a fire or make shelter? We should start there, at least, for tonight. Then tomorrow we can search in the daylight for the possibility of civilization. There's no point in possibly hurting ourselves tonight; who knows what lies within the forest."
[/div]The insult would have been a rather ineffective one, after all, it implied nothing derogatory, but something deep down in Rowan began to ferment, boiling and foaming at her core. A distant voice, dry and aged like a bottle of red wine, pulsated in her subconscious. It triggered a debilitating cluster of neuralgias, a shockingly sharp pain just behind her right eye. Instinctively, Rowan winced that eye shut, and she brought her palm up to the source. She began to massage her eye socket, internally praying that the pain would go away. The spasms of torment contorted the rest of her unhidden face.
"My little pumpkin, my little pumpkin, my little pumpkin."
The voice wouldn't stop. She massaged with more vigor, producing an array of flashing lights that intermingled with the darkness. Phosphenes. The visual occurrences were called Phosphenes. She was stimulating the retina too harshly (medical knowledge, huh?), and she knew she needed to stop but that voice.
"My little pumpkin, my little pumpkin, my little pumpkin."
It continued relentlessly, and the pain increased. The smoke from a lit cigarette belonging to a newly joined member simply added to the nauseating knot that formed in the pit of her stomach, threatening to travel upwards and onto the soddened forest floor. At her breaking point, Rowan nearly screeched out in a desperate attempt for help, but then that would mean that these strangers would know she was losing control and, for some unknown reason, that absolutely could not happen. Like a switch turning off, her pain ceased, and her intestines calmed once again. As if nothing had happened, her hand instantly returned to hang leisurely at her side and she no longer took on a defensive stance.
"Sol, Will, Love (At least, that's what Rowan believes she inquired about), Mono, Puck, Chubs, Luca, Sin, Lucre (That's what she told Love, right?)."
She respectively gestured to each of them, repeating the names they had given the quite diverse crowd. Notable events were happening all around. The burly, redheaded man had taken the boy who called himself Mono and the unnamed cripple into his arms in a display of dominance (?) or to simply halt their useless bickering. Rowan was unsure of which one. Four new bodies joined the
"I guess you can call me Rowan," She began, looking around at the strangers before her until she settled on the cripple held snug against Chubs. "I didn't call him an object. I simply meant it as a generalization."
Why was she even defending herself? The rather tall and attractive blonde spoke up, agreeing with her previous statement. Rowan nodded in his direction and said, "Thank you."
At least some of her companions possessed common sense.
"Besides, if we were only 100 feet from civilization, we would be able to hear or see something, but..." She stopped speaking and signaled around them as if to prove a point. The night was approaching and, unfortunately, no signs of manmade light or sounds could be seen or heard. As if on cue, a cadence of hoots from an unseen owl echoed in the stale air. "All I see and hear are miles of forest." Her words complemented Luca's. "But, Luca is right. No one is forcing anyone to do anything. I say we stick together; there is strength in numbers and we can start piecing together how we all ended up here and what these cards are," She looked to each person as she spoke, but paused at Puck. The bandages wrapped taut against his arms piqued her curiosity. What was underneath? Rowan shook her head to disperse the thought. Right now, that was insignificant, but she made a mental note to approach the man later. "Does anyone know how to start a fire or make shelter? We should start there, at least, for tonight. Then tomorrow we can search in the daylight for the possibility of civilization. There's no point in possibly hurting ourselves tonight; who knows what lies within the forest."
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"Hey. No tears, okay?"
At the soft gentle words, the young woman lifted her head, sniffling lightly. Realizing she must look like a mess she tried to quickly wipe at her eyes before the tears fell, but she knew it was more for appearances. Clearly the other girl had already seen her tears. She appreciated her willingness to comfort her though. There was something big going on here if all these people had been taken....brought to this place. Wherever it was.
She sniffed again and cleared her throat, her voice coming out slightly rougher than it should. "Th...thank you." she murmured in response to the continued kind words. With her help, she pulled herself to her feet. She couldn't remember how old she was exactly, but she recognized that she was old enough to know that she needed to pull herself together. She could feel shaky and uneasy on her own time. When she was safe, like the other girl had said. There was no time for her to breakdown even further than she already had.
She took in a few deep breaths, trying to center herself and calm her racing heart. She didn't think it was working, seeing as all the bickering around her only seemed to work her already frayed nerves even worse. 'Breathe in...breathe out...' she repeated her manta, fingers subconsciously reaching up to grasp the worn necklace that laid gently against her throat.
"So much...noise..." she whispered, opening her eyes to see almost everyone gathering together.
She bit her lip as the girl, Sol, offered up a name for everyone to call her. She nodded to herself, gripping her own card tightly in her free hand. Holding it up higher, she offered her own introduction as well.
"Well...um, I don't think Moon would be a very good name so um...I-I guess....I guess you can call me W-Wolfe?" she fumbled, her voice unsure.
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"Hey. No tears, okay?"
At the soft gentle words, the young woman lifted her head, sniffling lightly. Realizing she must look like a mess she tried to quickly wipe at her eyes before the tears fell, but she knew it was more for appearances. Clearly the other girl had already seen her tears. She appreciated her willingness to comfort her though. There was something big going on here if all these people had been taken....brought to this place. Wherever it was.
She sniffed again and cleared her throat, her voice coming out slightly rougher than it should. "Th...thank you." she murmured in response to the continued kind words. With her help, she pulled herself to her feet. She couldn't remember how old she was exactly, but she recognized that she was old enough to know that she needed to pull herself together. She could feel shaky and uneasy on her own time. When she was safe, like the other girl had said. There was no time for her to breakdown even further than she already had.
She took in a few deep breaths, trying to center herself and calm her racing heart. She didn't think it was working, seeing as all the bickering around her only seemed to work her already frayed nerves even worse. 'Breathe in...breathe out...' she repeated her manta, fingers subconsciously reaching up to grasp the worn necklace that laid gently against her throat.
"So much...noise..." she whispered, opening her eyes to see almost everyone gathering together.
She bit her lip as the girl, Sol, offered up a name for everyone to call her. She nodded to herself, gripping her own card tightly in her free hand. Holding it up higher, she offered her own introduction as well.
"Well...um, I don't think Moon would be a very good name so um...I-I guess....I guess you can call me W-Wolfe?" she fumbled, her voice unsure.
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The words had left Solโs lips, and it seemed everyone was in agreement for a moment.
And then, like clockwork, the moment passed.
She found herself in a better mood when the one in beige had told her the cards they had were tarot cards - finally, something useful - but it faltered slightly at the one called Will when the word โbitchโ became a part of his vocabulary. Before she could say anything back, though, suddenly she was being told to shut up by a man for no actual reason, as she had done nothing wrong in the slightest.
Hurt dogs do not holler. Get it together. Youโre fine.
Sol blinked as the thought entered her mind. It...was right. Irritating, but right. She had done nothing wrong, so why bother being upset? It kind of made her smile a bit. She took a deep breath as she watched the man verbally challenge everyone except the girl next to him - one who had asked if โLoveโ was a good name - but the final challenge went to the man who had started it all, by calling him a cripple.
Ouch. Sol thought there was no need to bring up the obvious when his attitude was sour enough, but the other man - who called himself Mono - had gone there, and before she knew it, the one in beige was heading over to smack him in the face with one of his gloves.
Thankfully, a taller man, one with lots of sense and the gut to match, had solved the issue with an efficiently planned bear hug. She watched as he took the two into his arms with a vice grip, holding them to him for a good amount of time that Mono had screamed heโd yielded.
When Chubsโ stomach growled, Solโs eyes softened. They definitely needed to find food, then. Maybe they could find something edible, and enough of that something, to feed them all. As her eyes scanned their area, she caught her eyes on the backside of a blonde who decided to stretch and accentuate her features. Before Sol could be caught, however, someone else had commented on the behavior, and her eyes went to that very person quickly afterwards as she began to speak.
...Oh. She was...literally repeating what Sol had already asked, practically word for word at the end, card up like sheโd had, as if she hadnโt said it right before the interruption from the man before whoโd decided his words were practically law, and as if Luca hadnโt basically answered what sheโd asked.
Sol was not in the mood for this. But she didnโt get angry, as something within her went to mild resignation first. It was as if she was used to this - being talked over and dealing with problems. She couldnโt place it just yet, she thought as she slowly was filled with warmth after she managed to reconcile her irritation within herself. She needed more time.
Even though it was all very infuriating, the smile didnโt leave her face. What helped to ground her was hearing the lady sheโd helped introduce herself with a soft voice. It reminded her of what sheโd said to Wolfe; that they could be out of it once they had a safe spot. She let out a breath to let off some steam as she focused on beyond the blonde girl, where she saw - fog?
That was the word that came to mind when she saw that the area around them was growing...darker? Sol felt a bit better that everyone was coming close, since she wasnโt sure what that darkness was. It didnโt frighten her, but she was wary. She tried to get everyone's attention.
Still holding her card, she turned to the girl who had parroted her, her smile just as soft as Wolfeโs voice had been. โCool, weโre on the same page. I said the same thing a minute ago.โ Then, she turned to the rest of the group.
โSo, are we done now everyone? Have we gotten all the steam out of our systems long enough to get along and figure out whatโs up?"
Sol tapped the front of her card once more. โJust a quick note because the fog should be our priority: if we all have one of these, and woke up with it without remembering anything about ourselves, it has to be important. You can dismiss that at your own expense if you want, but I feel that wouldnโt make much sense. If it wasnโt important, we wouldnโt all have them.โ
They all reminded her of something. It felt like she was in a classroom, at least, with the fighting and the โhug it outโ approaches - however, she couldnโt blame Chubs for it, especially since it worked as well as it had. It wasn't his fault they'd began arguing, and he didn't have to help ease the situation, but he had. She was very grateful.
โIf we could save the teenage behavior for the teenagers that are actually here, and focus up, thatโd be grand, because I really donโt like how close this fog is getting to us.โ Sol gestured around them to make sure they were looking.
Mono and Love were safe, and maybe even the girl who hadnโt listened and said Solโs question over. But from what she could see, there was no actual reason anyone else should have acted out. They were all adults, for crying out loud. They should act like it enough to figure out what was going on, especially with the fog that was massive, but moved slow. She couldnโt tell if it was surrounding them completely, first off.
โFirst, we figure out the fog. Then we figure out fire and shelter. At said shelter, maybe we should all show our cards to one another, meanings or no meanings known. We can see if anyone has a different back than the one Mono and I have.โ
Sol wasnโt afraid to show the SINNER side of the card, much like Mono hadnโt been. Fear didnโt seem to be something that bothered her - something she was quite thankful for, now that she was out of her element. What mattered was understanding why they were here.
โAnd, uhm.โ Solโs smile turned sheepish as she looked to Chubs, gesturing to the blonde teen next to him. โSheโs right. Maybe we should release our new pals. You might need all the energy possible in a moment.โ Lastly, she met the eyes of the one in beige with gentle eyes.
โAnd if you can remember what your card had on it later, before you threw it awayinto the ether, please tell us so no one will be left out.โ
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The words had left Solโs lips, and it seemed everyone was in agreement for a moment.
And then, like clockwork, the moment passed.
She found herself in a better mood when the one in beige had told her the cards they had were tarot cards - finally, something useful - but it faltered slightly at the one called Will when the word โbitchโ became a part of his vocabulary. Before she could say anything back, though, suddenly she was being told to shut up by a man for no actual reason, as she had done nothing wrong in the slightest.
Hurt dogs do not holler. Get it together. Youโre fine.
Sol blinked as the thought entered her mind. It...was right. Irritating, but right. She had done nothing wrong, so why bother being upset? It kind of made her smile a bit. She took a deep breath as she watched the man verbally challenge everyone except the girl next to him - one who had asked if โLoveโ was a good name - but the final challenge went to the man who had started it all, by calling him a cripple.
Ouch. Sol thought there was no need to bring up the obvious when his attitude was sour enough, but the other man - who called himself Mono - had gone there, and before she knew it, the one in beige was heading over to smack him in the face with one of his gloves.
Thankfully, a taller man, one with lots of sense and the gut to match, had solved the issue with an efficiently planned bear hug. She watched as he took the two into his arms with a vice grip, holding them to him for a good amount of time that Mono had screamed heโd yielded.
When Chubsโ stomach growled, Solโs eyes softened. They definitely needed to find food, then. Maybe they could find something edible, and enough of that something, to feed them all. As her eyes scanned their area, she caught her eyes on the backside of a blonde who decided to stretch and accentuate her features. Before Sol could be caught, however, someone else had commented on the behavior, and her eyes went to that very person quickly afterwards as she began to speak.
...Oh. She was...literally repeating what Sol had already asked, practically word for word at the end, card up like sheโd had, as if she hadnโt said it right before the interruption from the man before whoโd decided his words were practically law, and as if Luca hadnโt basically answered what sheโd asked.
Sol was not in the mood for this. But she didnโt get angry, as something within her went to mild resignation first. It was as if she was used to this - being talked over and dealing with problems. She couldnโt place it just yet, she thought as she slowly was filled with warmth after she managed to reconcile her irritation within herself. She needed more time.
Even though it was all very infuriating, the smile didnโt leave her face. What helped to ground her was hearing the lady sheโd helped introduce herself with a soft voice. It reminded her of what sheโd said to Wolfe; that they could be out of it once they had a safe spot. She let out a breath to let off some steam as she focused on beyond the blonde girl, where she saw - fog?
That was the word that came to mind when she saw that the area around them was growing...darker? Sol felt a bit better that everyone was coming close, since she wasnโt sure what that darkness was. It didnโt frighten her, but she was wary. She tried to get everyone's attention.
Still holding her card, she turned to the girl who had parroted her, her smile just as soft as Wolfeโs voice had been. โCool, weโre on the same page. I said the same thing a minute ago.โ Then, she turned to the rest of the group.
โSo, are we done now everyone? Have we gotten all the steam out of our systems long enough to get along and figure out whatโs up?"
Sol tapped the front of her card once more. โJust a quick note because the fog should be our priority: if we all have one of these, and woke up with it without remembering anything about ourselves, it has to be important. You can dismiss that at your own expense if you want, but I feel that wouldnโt make much sense. If it wasnโt important, we wouldnโt all have them.โ
They all reminded her of something. It felt like she was in a classroom, at least, with the fighting and the โhug it outโ approaches - however, she couldnโt blame Chubs for it, especially since it worked as well as it had. It wasn't his fault they'd began arguing, and he didn't have to help ease the situation, but he had. She was very grateful.
โIf we could save the teenage behavior for the teenagers that are actually here, and focus up, thatโd be grand, because I really donโt like how close this fog is getting to us.โ Sol gestured around them to make sure they were looking.
Mono and Love were safe, and maybe even the girl who hadnโt listened and said Solโs question over. But from what she could see, there was no actual reason anyone else should have acted out. They were all adults, for crying out loud. They should act like it enough to figure out what was going on, especially with the fog that was massive, but moved slow. She couldnโt tell if it was surrounding them completely, first off.
โFirst, we figure out the fog. Then we figure out fire and shelter. At said shelter, maybe we should all show our cards to one another, meanings or no meanings known. We can see if anyone has a different back than the one Mono and I have.โ
Sol wasnโt afraid to show the SINNER side of the card, much like Mono hadnโt been. Fear didnโt seem to be something that bothered her - something she was quite thankful for, now that she was out of her element. What mattered was understanding why they were here.
โAnd, uhm.โ Solโs smile turned sheepish as she looked to Chubs, gesturing to the blonde teen next to him. โSheโs right. Maybe we should release our new pals. You might need all the energy possible in a moment.โ Lastly, she met the eyes of the one in beige with gentle eyes.
โAnd if you can remember what your card had on it later, before you threw it away
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Pretzel Heart
Afterimage of Broad Daylight
โก The Empress โก
Silque
Location: About to be Cloud City
Mood: Just Smile
Interacts: Will, Mono, Chubs, Snake, Rowan, Sol, Quill
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"Lucre," huh? Love supposed it was a nice name, though a bit of a mouthful, "[div class=gradLove]Lu-Lu-Luc-LuโI-I'm gonna call you Lu.[/div]"
She wiped the wetness from her eyes, keeping them closed, and tilted her head to give a bright smile. This "Lucre" had turned out to be better than she had expected. Her height was not only intimidating but would put a strain on Love's neck had she needed to look up at her. Luckily, Lucre had taken the initiative and leveled the playing field. Kind, considerate, and she had a solemn beauty to her. All she needed was to smile more. The only sour point was what followed:
"I'm afraid I've lost mine, Child."
Tch. Her teeth had definitely tightened by that remark, but it was easily masked by her closed smile. Perhaps she was a child, but she was no fool. To have lost meant to have had, and to have had meant to have known. There was no way Lucre knew she had a card but lost it before getting the chance to look at it. That would be much too convenient. Instead it meant she was a deceitful witch.
Why? Why, oh why? Love didn't care what was on her card. "The Lovers?" "The Hanged Man?" Who cared? That wasn't what mattered in the slightest! She had lied! This was a lie wasn't it? Love's leg gave away for a moment before she caught herself. No. No, she wasn't being fair. She was misunderstanding. Lucre must've just assumed they had one too, but couldn't find it. She had no reason to lie. Love hadn't done anything wrong. Not one thing. She just wanted to get to know everyone better. She wasn't a S I N N E R.
"[div class=gradLove]Then I guess I'll...[/div]" she stared at Lucre. "[div class=gradLove]I guess I'll help you find it! Don't you worry about a thing![/div]"
She hadn't forgotten the words spoken just moments earlier:
"At said shelter, maybe we should all show our cards to one another, meanings or no meanings known."@
"[div class=gradLove]We don't want you missing out of our show and tell after all,[/div]"
She clasped her hands together and stifled a giggle at her own joke, before falling to the floor in search of a card that was not her own. Her method was tactless, and messy, quickly resulting in her fine clothes becoming soiled in mud and dirt. The cloth pulled and tore by her legs in small measurements and her bare knee scraped against the earth as she shuffled about.
And then it came to her attention. By her feet was a cardโher own that she had discarded. The sudden rush of ecstasy had faded not even a minute after it came. It would have to do, and so she retrieved it, cleaned it the best she could, and carefully peeled the front from the back. She stuffed the "The Lover's" side into her clothing and slipped up onto her feet to present the beaten up "Sinner" side to Lucre.
"[div class=gradLove]Lu! I found this! It's missing the front but maybe it's yours?[/div]" Her face drooped. "[div class=gradLove]I know it's not the important side but I...[/div]"
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"Lucre," huh? Love supposed it was a nice name, though a bit of a mouthful, "[div class=gradLove]Lu-Lu-Luc-LuโI-I'm gonna call you Lu.[/div]"
She wiped the wetness from her eyes, keeping them closed, and tilted her head to give a bright smile. This "Lucre" had turned out to be better than she had expected. Her height was not only intimidating but would put a strain on Love's neck had she needed to look up at her. Luckily, Lucre had taken the initiative and leveled the playing field. Kind, considerate, and she had a solemn beauty to her. All she needed was to smile more. The only sour point was what followed:
"I'm afraid I've lost mine, Child."
Tch. Her teeth had definitely tightened by that remark, but it was easily masked by her closed smile. Perhaps she was a child, but she was no fool. To have lost meant to have had, and to have had meant to have known. There was no way Lucre knew she had a card but lost it before getting the chance to look at it. That would be much too convenient. Instead it meant she was a deceitful witch.
Why? Why, oh why? Love didn't care what was on her card. "The Lovers?" "The Hanged Man?" Who cared? That wasn't what mattered in the slightest! She had lied! This was a lie wasn't it? Love's leg gave away for a moment before she caught herself. No. No, she wasn't being fair. She was misunderstanding. Lucre must've just assumed they had one too, but couldn't find it. She had no reason to lie. Love hadn't done anything wrong. Not one thing. She just wanted to get to know everyone better. She wasn't a S I N N E R.
"[div class=gradLove]Then I guess I'll...[/div]" she stared at Lucre. "[div class=gradLove]I guess I'll help you find it! Don't you worry about a thing![/div]"
She hadn't forgotten the words spoken just moments earlier:
"At said shelter, maybe we should all show our cards to one another, meanings or no meanings known."@
"[div class=gradLove]We don't want you missing out of our show and tell after all,[/div]"
She clasped her hands together and stifled a giggle at her own joke, before falling to the floor in search of a card that was not her own. Her method was tactless, and messy, quickly resulting in her fine clothes becoming soiled in mud and dirt. The cloth pulled and tore by her legs in small measurements and her bare knee scraped against the earth as she shuffled about.
And then it came to her attention. By her feet was a cardโher own that she had discarded. The sudden rush of ecstasy had faded not even a minute after it came. It would have to do, and so she retrieved it, cleaned it the best she could, and carefully peeled the front from the back. She stuffed the "The Lover's" side into her clothing and slipped up onto her feet to present the beaten up "Sinner" side to Lucre.
"[div class=gradLove]Lu! I found this! It's missing the front but maybe it's yours?[/div]" Her face drooped. "[div class=gradLove]I know it's not the important side but I...[/div]"
"[div class=gradLove]Maybe you could just share my card? ...I know I don't have it but I remember it![/div]"[/div][/div][div class="footer footerLove"][div class="footerText"]
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Mentions: Sol
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Necromantic
You faker than some Sweet 'N Low
The Hermit
A soft groan escaped the man as his shoulder was shaken, barely prompting any movement from where he was laying. In fact, the only movement it seemed to immediately prompt was for him to weakly swat his hand in the direction of the offending shaker, though in his sleepy haze he didn't even get close to making contact. He'd been comfortable, he didn't want to get up and actually have to do things yet. "Dnnnn.... Wanna...." Ten more hours of sleep sounded absolutely perfect, then he could get up and do-
Do...
What was he supposed to do? He knew there was something imperative he needed to get done, but what this 'something' was completely eluded him. The lack of any recollection of what he needed to do appeared to be enough to get him to at least blink his eyes open just as the person who'd woken him rolled him onto his back (or half roll, he'd been on his side). A woman? A pretty one, he guessed. He sat up as she spoke, rubbing the side of his head. Under his multiple layers of clothes, he could feel something solid laying against his chest. He'd investigate that later.
"Know me?" He looked the woman up and down, but she didn't look familiar. No, he was relatively certain he'd never met him. "I don't think so. Perhaps you're just mistaking me for someone else?" He looked around at the surroundings as he spoke. Where... was he? A forest? There were other people, a vast variety of other people, it seemed, but he didn't think any of them looked familiar, either. His head rubbing turned into scratching as he tried to remember just how he'd gotten into a party with a bunch of other people, but found that he was drawing a complete blank on that. Perhaps he'd gone to a party with some friends and gotten blackout drunk? No, if that was the case, he'd at least recognize some faces, and the thought of drinking any kind of liquor made him feel instantly queasy. He didn't drink, he was sure about that.
He picked a green book up off the ground and opened it to a random page, skimming over the words written on the page. It looked like... a love story? Hand written, it must've been a work in progress. If it was with him, that meant it must've been his, right? It was certainly familiar, and he felt like he could quote every word written in it if he tried.
"Uhm... Also, may I ask where we are? I can't seem to remember how I got here." Had somebody in this group chlorophormed him and dragged him there? But, if that was the case... But, if that was the case, wouldn't he be able to dredge up the memory of someone covering his mouth and nose? This was giving him a headache.
Quill
A soft groan escaped the man as his shoulder was shaken, barely prompting any movement from where he was laying. In fact, the only movement it seemed to immediately prompt was for him to weakly swat his hand in the direction of the offending shaker, though in his sleepy haze he didn't even get close to making contact. He'd been comfortable, he didn't want to get up and actually have to do things yet. "Dnnnn.... Wanna...." Ten more hours of sleep sounded absolutely perfect, then he could get up and do-
Do...
What was he supposed to do? He knew there was something imperative he needed to get done, but what this 'something' was completely eluded him. The lack of any recollection of what he needed to do appeared to be enough to get him to at least blink his eyes open just as the person who'd woken him rolled him onto his back (or half roll, he'd been on his side). A woman? A pretty one, he guessed. He sat up as she spoke, rubbing the side of his head. Under his multiple layers of clothes, he could feel something solid laying against his chest. He'd investigate that later.
"Know me?" He looked the woman up and down, but she didn't look familiar. No, he was relatively certain he'd never met him. "I don't think so. Perhaps you're just mistaking me for someone else?" He looked around at the surroundings as he spoke. Where... was he? A forest? There were other people, a vast variety of other people, it seemed, but he didn't think any of them looked familiar, either. His head rubbing turned into scratching as he tried to remember just how he'd gotten into a party with a bunch of other people, but found that he was drawing a complete blank on that. Perhaps he'd gone to a party with some friends and gotten blackout drunk? No, if that was the case, he'd at least recognize some faces, and the thought of drinking any kind of liquor made him feel instantly queasy. He didn't drink, he was sure about that.
He picked a green book up off the ground and opened it to a random page, skimming over the words written on the page. It looked like... a love story? Hand written, it must've been a work in progress. If it was with him, that meant it must've been his, right? It was certainly familiar, and he felt like he could quote every word written in it if he tried.
"Uhm... Also, may I ask where we are? I can't seem to remember how I got here." Had somebody in this group chlorophormed him and dragged him there? But, if that was the case... But, if that was the case, wouldn't he be able to dredge up the memory of someone covering his mouth and nose? This was giving him a headache.
Beleth
Senior Member
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"Lu-Lu-Luc-LuโI-I'm gonna call you Lu."
Lucrum, Lucre, Lu. Her new name seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. Pretty soon she would be just down to a single letter and referring to herself as a detective. Still, it was far better than โdirty moneyโ.
The smaller girl settled down, taking advantage of the modified height by offering a smile. She was a cute one.
"I guess I'll help you find it! Don't you worry about a thing!"
Cute and maybe a little naive. She seemed to have missed the part where she was expected to let go of the topic and rejoin with the others at this point. Still, she stayed and even offered to help her โfindโ her card. The very card that had been crumpled and tucked someplace Lucre couldnโt be bothered with at this time.
"We don't want you missing out of our show and tell after all~"
Enthusiastic too. This โLoveโ seemed to really be taking a knack for this whole socializing thing, didnโt she? Lucre found it sweet of her but found herself wearing out very quickly from the conversation. Perhaps it could be the content of the conversation or just the very motion of having to come up with words that wouldnโt hurt another personโs feelings (something she found herself struggling with when even thinking about what to say to the others).
Then there was Loveโs determination. She had dropped to the ground, searching for something that wasnโt even hers for someone she had barely gotten past the names phase with. Fine clothes covered in the forestโs natural flooring, her knee even taking a hit for it.
โI appreciate the gesture, Child, but --โ
"Lu! I found this! It's missing the front but maybe it's yours?"
Love was back on her feet, revealing the back side to the very card Lucre possessed in her pumps. Very clever of her. Fortunately, Love gave herself a safety with offers to just share the card.
โThat would be perfect.โ Despite her forbearing response, Lucre couldnโt help but find herself seethe a little bit on the inside. Was this girl trying to pull one over on her? Just minutes into socializing, was this girl really just looking for someone to rope along? Come to think of it, she did come for the two tallest individuals in the forest to mingle with. The other one was just busy keeping himself from shifting his bear hug into a sleep hold (judging the nature of his two captives, Lucre couldnโt exactly blame him if he was even remotely tempted).
โJust a quick note because the fog should be our priorityโฆโ
A new voice came into the clearing. She seemed to be addressing the rest of the crowd. Supposedly this meant herself and Love as well. Her attention flickered from the dainty individual over to another young girl who spoke more sense than her age would allow her to.
Fog? There wasnโt any โฆ
It took Lucre thus far to realize a benign fog rolling in. The rest the female listened to the rest with half ears, making her best attempt to forget about forgetting. Right now this girl was right: Stop the roughhousing and figure out just how to get out of the clearing before the fog catches upto them. Anyone with a good head on their shoulders had seen enough horror movies to know that anything to do with isolation or fog - in a forest of all places - were grounds for getting killed.
The more the young individual spoke, the more of Lucreโs attention she received.
โAnd if you can remember what your card had on it later, before you threw it away into the ether, please tell us so no one will be left out.โ
Of course. A piece of her had a creeping suspicion that Love wouldnโt be the only person asking about the cards. These individuals didnโt seem like they were going to passively let on not knowing, either.
First things were first, however. Lucre shifted her attention back to Love, rising back to her full height, a hand resting on her hip. โI appreciate the help, Child, but I believe the girl over there has a point.โ
Passing Love was a mix between relief and a bit of disdain. A part of her wanted to clarify just what exactly the girl's intention was to being so insistent on finding a piece of cardboard. It was one thing to verbally suggest sharing their given card, another to try and fool someone into confessing, well, anything.
On the other hand, she could just be wanting to help and lacked the social etiquette to execute her initial intent.
No โฆ that didn't seem to fit either โฆ
โI overheard the suggestion of seeking shelter,โ Lucre caught herself addressing the others, โin addition to finding our way out of the fog. Since these two fine young ladies made the proposals, they lead the way.โ She glanced in Rowan's direction, then Sol's respectively as she spoke.
โAnyone who opposes, please step forward and offer a better solution. I say whoever comes up with a preposition should be the one to lead the others. To safety, that is. Once we have established some sort of civilization, we can attempt introductions and nicegivings shortly after for those who were drowned out.โ This time her head nodded in Love's direction, gesturing about the earlier ruckus that left the female feeling drowned out.
Nothing more had to be said, nothing less. With the exception of a few handful, the rest seemed no more coherent than animals in a trapped cage. Some puffed their chest asserting dominance, other shrilled over one another, while a select special few broke down so quickly. Then, there were the neurotic few who fought to keep what was left of their heads on their broad shoulders.
"Rightโฆshelter โฆ safety. I know things aren't exactly โฆ stable ...but I'd also like to propose somehow getting something in our stomachs. Get any nasty gashes and bruises patched up." Airi slowly began, shifting in what she'd learn to be Sol's presence.
At this point, she had lowered her card, the statement of the kind female about imitating her reactions. Though it weren't intentional, awareness most certainly would have been a key tool for herself, here. Instead, she was so keen on finding others and making nice.
"Unfortunately, finding shelter will be easier said than done as you all are painfully aware.โ The britโs eyes rested on the fog ahead of her, taking a step back while almost bumping into the female who stood beside her. For a moment, her thoughts trailed off in some sort of trance before the substance before recollecting her โI โฆ.ehm โฆโ squinting further toward the fog, she was just proving the girl Solโs statement about the lurking danger.
โBaby steps though, yes? I say each of us pair up. One tall individual, or capable at least, with a weaker one.โ Her eyebrows furrowed, rummaging to remember just which she fell under in parallel to her own advice. She felt okay with handling on her own. Just not too too much but enough to hold her own for now.
For nowโฆ
The thought echoed within her, resonating in her ears for a few more moments before finding her words for what seemed like the fourth time. โO...once we have found our โbuddiesโ, per say, we march headfirst into that fog in search of shelter. Even if itโs something as crude as a cave with a boulder for a door. Anything is better than โฆ well โฆ this. I know itโs a lot to ask of one another, especially since we just found this small gathering but each and every one of us seems to have several objectives in mind: to understand just what in the blazes is going on and whether we are safe or not.โ
Airi balled her hand into a fist with a slight grin. Finally, some lead to answers. There were power in numbers and this most certainly would be to everyoneโs advantage if things went smoothly. Smoother than before, at least.
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"Lu-Lu-Luc-LuโI-I'm gonna call you Lu."
Lucrum, Lucre, Lu. Her new name seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. Pretty soon she would be just down to a single letter and referring to herself as a detective. Still, it was far better than โdirty moneyโ.
The smaller girl settled down, taking advantage of the modified height by offering a smile. She was a cute one.
"I guess I'll help you find it! Don't you worry about a thing!"
Cute and maybe a little naive. She seemed to have missed the part where she was expected to let go of the topic and rejoin with the others at this point. Still, she stayed and even offered to help her โfindโ her card. The very card that had been crumpled and tucked someplace Lucre couldnโt be bothered with at this time.
"We don't want you missing out of our show and tell after all~"
Enthusiastic too. This โLoveโ seemed to really be taking a knack for this whole socializing thing, didnโt she? Lucre found it sweet of her but found herself wearing out very quickly from the conversation. Perhaps it could be the content of the conversation or just the very motion of having to come up with words that wouldnโt hurt another personโs feelings (something she found herself struggling with when even thinking about what to say to the others).
Then there was Loveโs determination. She had dropped to the ground, searching for something that wasnโt even hers for someone she had barely gotten past the names phase with. Fine clothes covered in the forestโs natural flooring, her knee even taking a hit for it.
โI appreciate the gesture, Child, but --โ
"Lu! I found this! It's missing the front but maybe it's yours?"
Love was back on her feet, revealing the back side to the very card Lucre possessed in her pumps. Very clever of her. Fortunately, Love gave herself a safety with offers to just share the card.
โThat would be perfect.โ Despite her forbearing response, Lucre couldnโt help but find herself seethe a little bit on the inside. Was this girl trying to pull one over on her? Just minutes into socializing, was this girl really just looking for someone to rope along? Come to think of it, she did come for the two tallest individuals in the forest to mingle with. The other one was just busy keeping himself from shifting his bear hug into a sleep hold (judging the nature of his two captives, Lucre couldnโt exactly blame him if he was even remotely tempted).
โJust a quick note because the fog should be our priorityโฆโ
A new voice came into the clearing. She seemed to be addressing the rest of the crowd. Supposedly this meant herself and Love as well. Her attention flickered from the dainty individual over to another young girl who spoke more sense than her age would allow her to.
Fog? There wasnโt any โฆ
It took Lucre thus far to realize a benign fog rolling in. The rest the female listened to the rest with half ears, making her best attempt to forget about forgetting. Right now this girl was right: Stop the roughhousing and figure out just how to get out of the clearing before the fog catches upto them. Anyone with a good head on their shoulders had seen enough horror movies to know that anything to do with isolation or fog - in a forest of all places - were grounds for getting killed.
The more the young individual spoke, the more of Lucreโs attention she received.
โAnd if you can remember what your card had on it later, before you threw it away into the ether, please tell us so no one will be left out.โ
Of course. A piece of her had a creeping suspicion that Love wouldnโt be the only person asking about the cards. These individuals didnโt seem like they were going to passively let on not knowing, either.
First things were first, however. Lucre shifted her attention back to Love, rising back to her full height, a hand resting on her hip. โI appreciate the help, Child, but I believe the girl over there has a point.โ
Passing Love was a mix between relief and a bit of disdain. A part of her wanted to clarify just what exactly the girl's intention was to being so insistent on finding a piece of cardboard. It was one thing to verbally suggest sharing their given card, another to try and fool someone into confessing, well, anything.
On the other hand, she could just be wanting to help and lacked the social etiquette to execute her initial intent.
No โฆ that didn't seem to fit either โฆ
โI overheard the suggestion of seeking shelter,โ Lucre caught herself addressing the others, โin addition to finding our way out of the fog. Since these two fine young ladies made the proposals, they lead the way.โ She glanced in Rowan's direction, then Sol's respectively as she spoke.
โAnyone who opposes, please step forward and offer a better solution. I say whoever comes up with a preposition should be the one to lead the others. To safety, that is. Once we have established some sort of civilization, we can attempt introductions and nicegivings shortly after for those who were drowned out.โ This time her head nodded in Love's direction, gesturing about the earlier ruckus that left the female feeling drowned out.
Nothing more had to be said, nothing less. With the exception of a few handful, the rest seemed no more coherent than animals in a trapped cage. Some puffed their chest asserting dominance, other shrilled over one another, while a select special few broke down so quickly. Then, there were the neurotic few who fought to keep what was left of their heads on their broad shoulders.
"Rightโฆshelter โฆ safety. I know things aren't exactly โฆ stable ...but I'd also like to propose somehow getting something in our stomachs. Get any nasty gashes and bruises patched up." Airi slowly began, shifting in what she'd learn to be Sol's presence.
At this point, she had lowered her card, the statement of the kind female about imitating her reactions. Though it weren't intentional, awareness most certainly would have been a key tool for herself, here. Instead, she was so keen on finding others and making nice.
"Unfortunately, finding shelter will be easier said than done as you all are painfully aware.โ The britโs eyes rested on the fog ahead of her, taking a step back while almost bumping into the female who stood beside her. For a moment, her thoughts trailed off in some sort of trance before the substance before recollecting her โI โฆ.ehm โฆโ squinting further toward the fog, she was just proving the girl Solโs statement about the lurking danger.
โBaby steps though, yes? I say each of us pair up. One tall individual, or capable at least, with a weaker one.โ Her eyebrows furrowed, rummaging to remember just which she fell under in parallel to her own advice. She felt okay with handling on her own. Just not too too much but enough to hold her own for now.
For nowโฆ
The thought echoed within her, resonating in her ears for a few more moments before finding her words for what seemed like the fourth time. โO...once we have found our โbuddiesโ, per say, we march headfirst into that fog in search of shelter. Even if itโs something as crude as a cave with a boulder for a door. Anything is better than โฆ well โฆ this. I know itโs a lot to ask of one another, especially since we just found this small gathering but each and every one of us seems to have several objectives in mind: to understand just what in the blazes is going on and whether we are safe or not.โ
Airi balled her hand into a fist with a slight grin. Finally, some lead to answers. There were power in numbers and this most certainly would be to everyoneโs advantage if things went smoothly. Smoother than before, at least.
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Afterimage of Broad Daylight
๏ธโ Justice โ
Snake
Location: Armpit
Mood: >(
Interacts: Chubs, Sol
Mentions: Mono, Airi, Silque
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[div class=fyuri04boxleft]"I YIELD, I YIELD! LET ME GO!"
โGet off! Do you have any idea who I am!?โ
Do YoU hAvE aNy IdEa WhO i Am?
It was no surprise to Chubs when the two men in his vice-like grip embrace began to squirm underneath his bearings. However, he wholeheartedly did not expect them to react with such zealous vehemence towards his completely innocent, completely practical solution to resolving the impending battle between the two. Mono's reaction drew at his sensibilities more than the other man. The pitiful slaps to indicate Mono's yielding barely registered in Chubs' mind. Despite this, his skin could misguide any onlookers as the skin-on-skin contact created a blossoming vermillion hue more fiery than his hair that mismatched the surrounding creamy area. Apparently, his complexion was sensitive.
Mono's reaction provoked something to stir in Chubs. A natural feeling that maybe in his life before the forest, this action was a customary occurrence? The faint sound of a feminine voice giggling strummed in his remembrance. Chubs' self-conscious strived to reel in that voice, to find out the source of the giggling, but the more he tried, the more the voice faded until it was nothing but a faraway reverie.
โI think the ladโs had enough, mate.โ
The voice spared him from drowning in his own thoughts, hauling him to the surface once again. What a peculiar tongue. Chub's fancied the way the blonde's voice sounded. In fact, he was just about to ask her to speak again, but she had already begun.
โOne of them had already called Uncle, and the other can hardly walk on his own as is, no use in crushing his good leg.โ
The imposing redhead was baffled. He only wanted to tranquilize the two before anything severe could come from their actions. His shoulders visibly retracted, and he suddenly resembled a pup scolded for the first time.
โYes, Mr. Chubs, I think so, too. Youโve done a commendable job butโฆโ
The next voice to speak up was considerable more melodious than the first, airy and kind. She called him mister. The honorific constructed a look of pleasant confound on his features, his brows nearly reaching his hairline.
โItโs natural for us to be scared and confused. Thereโs no need to berate them any further.โ
She had dubbed herself Silque. Chubs felt it was fitting, her speech lulling him into loosening his grip. Her voice must have been devised from the finest silk, silk so fine, a person would dig through their drawers just to feel its fabric. Another woman spoke up.
โSheโs right. Maybe we should release our new pals. You might need all the energy possible in a moment.โ
This woman exuded sheer warmth from her voice down to her exquisite skin. Sol, the name she preferred, was quite fitting for her as well. She was the initial woman to speak to the man who still refused to give their little group a name with regard. The kindness shown must have elicited something with the man. Chubs felt the man shift in his arms, pacifying somewhat.
โNot that it matters, but it was Justice. Pretty ironic given how Iโm being treated.โ
Justice, huh?
Another memory was stimulated.
'My first love broke my heart for the first time
And I was like baby, baby, baby oh
Like baby, baby, baby no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
I thought you'd always be mine'
With a head bob and foot tapping, Chubs began to hum the distinct song from his recollection. Another clue from his past, perhaps? The song held significance, Chubs was certain of that, but any attempt to explain how or why resulted in a completely blank slate. However, a teenager with sandy hair and a bowl cut flashed in his mind.
Justice...
Justin.
Justin Bieber.
Chubs peered down at the stranger with the Justice tarot card. His head ticked to the side and his upper lip tucked behind his bottom in contemplation. The two did have strikingly similar features.
"HAR HAR HAR."
Suddenly, Chubs erupted in a fit of booming laughter while simultaneously letting the prisoners go. He ruffled both of their hairs and gave the two a friendly, albeit probably too forceful, pat between their shoulder blades.
"My bad, guys," Chubs somehow found the strength to mutter the words between his laughs. "I just didn't wanna see anyone get hurt, y'know? Forgive me?"
His hands closed into fists and found their way to his hips as he stared at the men, a toothy grin that was all canines painted his face. Then, he turned his attention to the man with an injured leg.
"And, since you haven't given us a name, I'll be calling you Bieber," He stood proudly, beaming, as he spoke. "Like Justin Bieber! I dunno how I remember that lil rascal, but his songs are so catchy and from what I remember, you guys look alike!" He acted as if his revelation was profound.
Justin Bieber, for heaven's sake! How could he have forgotten that man with the voice of an angel in the first place? Again, Chubs bobbed his head from side to side, his husky voice humming, determined to finish the rest of the Justin Bieber song.
While conducting his own symphony, a few of the group members mentioned the penetrating fog sweeping towards them, swallowing anything in its path only to leave reminiscence of a misty white substance in its wake. Chubs dared to look towards the inching substance, immediately halting his hum. He could have sworn the breeze ceased, leaving only a bitter stagnant feeling in the air, so why were the hairs on his arm and neck standing so erect? He quaffed in that acrid air, his mouth immediately drying. Suddenly, his thirst was unbearable, and his intestines distorted and twisted like intertwining branches. If he didn't look away from this fog, he would upchuck, but an invisible magnetic force held his gaze in place. It felt like an eternity before he was able to peel his eyes off that formidable mist, but once he did, his body relaxed. His intestines uncoiled and he no longer felt a pins-and-needles sensation on the surface of his skin.
Airi suggested going straight into that... thing.
Fudge (oh, fudge sounds good right now) that.
"I'm with Ms. Silque (Well damn, if she's gonna address me so nicely, I gotta return it, right?) and Sol here. I say we head anywhere but towards that," Chubs waved leisurely towards the fog, a look of disgust clear as day on his face. "Stuff."
Whatever it was, he did not like it.
[/div]โGet off! Do you have any idea who I am!?โ
Do YoU hAvE aNy IdEa WhO i Am?
It was no surprise to Chubs when the two men in his vice-like grip embrace began to squirm underneath his bearings. However, he wholeheartedly did not expect them to react with such zealous vehemence towards his completely innocent, completely practical solution to resolving the impending battle between the two. Mono's reaction drew at his sensibilities more than the other man. The pitiful slaps to indicate Mono's yielding barely registered in Chubs' mind. Despite this, his skin could misguide any onlookers as the skin-on-skin contact created a blossoming vermillion hue more fiery than his hair that mismatched the surrounding creamy area. Apparently, his complexion was sensitive.
Mono's reaction provoked something to stir in Chubs. A natural feeling that maybe in his life before the forest, this action was a customary occurrence? The faint sound of a feminine voice giggling strummed in his remembrance. Chubs' self-conscious strived to reel in that voice, to find out the source of the giggling, but the more he tried, the more the voice faded until it was nothing but a faraway reverie.
โI think the ladโs had enough, mate.โ
The voice spared him from drowning in his own thoughts, hauling him to the surface once again. What a peculiar tongue. Chub's fancied the way the blonde's voice sounded. In fact, he was just about to ask her to speak again, but she had already begun.
โOne of them had already called Uncle, and the other can hardly walk on his own as is, no use in crushing his good leg.โ
The imposing redhead was baffled. He only wanted to tranquilize the two before anything severe could come from their actions. His shoulders visibly retracted, and he suddenly resembled a pup scolded for the first time.
โYes, Mr. Chubs, I think so, too. Youโve done a commendable job butโฆโ
The next voice to speak up was considerable more melodious than the first, airy and kind. She called him mister. The honorific constructed a look of pleasant confound on his features, his brows nearly reaching his hairline.
โItโs natural for us to be scared and confused. Thereโs no need to berate them any further.โ
She had dubbed herself Silque. Chubs felt it was fitting, her speech lulling him into loosening his grip. Her voice must have been devised from the finest silk, silk so fine, a person would dig through their drawers just to feel its fabric. Another woman spoke up.
โSheโs right. Maybe we should release our new pals. You might need all the energy possible in a moment.โ
This woman exuded sheer warmth from her voice down to her exquisite skin. Sol, the name she preferred, was quite fitting for her as well. She was the initial woman to speak to the man who still refused to give their little group a name with regard. The kindness shown must have elicited something with the man. Chubs felt the man shift in his arms, pacifying somewhat.
โNot that it matters, but it was Justice. Pretty ironic given how Iโm being treated.โ
Justice, huh?
Another memory was stimulated.
'My first love broke my heart for the first time
And I was like baby, baby, baby oh
Like baby, baby, baby no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
I thought you'd always be mine'
With a head bob and foot tapping, Chubs began to hum the distinct song from his recollection. Another clue from his past, perhaps? The song held significance, Chubs was certain of that, but any attempt to explain how or why resulted in a completely blank slate. However, a teenager with sandy hair and a bowl cut flashed in his mind.
Justice...
Justin.
Justin Bieber.
Chubs peered down at the stranger with the Justice tarot card. His head ticked to the side and his upper lip tucked behind his bottom in contemplation. The two did have strikingly similar features.
"HAR HAR HAR."
Suddenly, Chubs erupted in a fit of booming laughter while simultaneously letting the prisoners go. He ruffled both of their hairs and gave the two a friendly, albeit probably too forceful, pat between their shoulder blades.
"My bad, guys," Chubs somehow found the strength to mutter the words between his laughs. "I just didn't wanna see anyone get hurt, y'know? Forgive me?"
His hands closed into fists and found their way to his hips as he stared at the men, a toothy grin that was all canines painted his face. Then, he turned his attention to the man with an injured leg.
"And, since you haven't given us a name, I'll be calling you Bieber," He stood proudly, beaming, as he spoke. "Like Justin Bieber! I dunno how I remember that lil rascal, but his songs are so catchy and from what I remember, you guys look alike!" He acted as if his revelation was profound.
Justin Bieber, for heaven's sake! How could he have forgotten that man with the voice of an angel in the first place? Again, Chubs bobbed his head from side to side, his husky voice humming, determined to finish the rest of the Justin Bieber song.
While conducting his own symphony, a few of the group members mentioned the penetrating fog sweeping towards them, swallowing anything in its path only to leave reminiscence of a misty white substance in its wake. Chubs dared to look towards the inching substance, immediately halting his hum. He could have sworn the breeze ceased, leaving only a bitter stagnant feeling in the air, so why were the hairs on his arm and neck standing so erect? He quaffed in that acrid air, his mouth immediately drying. Suddenly, his thirst was unbearable, and his intestines distorted and twisted like intertwining branches. If he didn't look away from this fog, he would upchuck, but an invisible magnetic force held his gaze in place. It felt like an eternity before he was able to peel his eyes off that formidable mist, but once he did, his body relaxed. His intestines uncoiled and he no longer felt a pins-and-needles sensation on the surface of his skin.
Airi suggested going straight into that... thing.
Fudge (oh, fudge sounds good right now) that.
"I'm with Ms. Silque (Well damn, if she's gonna address me so nicely, I gotta return it, right?) and Sol here. I say we head anywhere but towards that," Chubs waved leisurely towards the fog, a look of disgust clear as day on his face. "Stuff."
Whatever it was, he did not like it.
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Falling down a Passerine research rabbit hole
J U D G E M E N T
Her comment made almost no difference in the current conversation. She wasn't really expecting it to but was hoping for a little more... unity between the characters collected.
The large man, calling himself Chubs, seemed to be one of the few people who had any sense of logic and reasoning. Thank God for him. For him and the woman talking to him.
Then there were the two men squashed between Chub's stomach. One seemed like he actually had a moral compass. The other looked like the kind of person who pissed people off for the fun of it. Without any reason, Oriole immediately hated him. Perhaps it had to do with whatever happened to her before... this, but Oriole knew that she hated him. He was like a snake in the grass.
Oriole had full knowledge of what she was about to say and the possible consequences, but really, all she wanted to do now was to get that man to shut up. She took another long puff from her cigarette before stomping it out. Exhaling, she looked over that disgustingly rude man, the man now known as Bieber, and hissed.
"Of corse the man doesn't know who you are; you don't even know that."
She spit out the words like venom through a snake's teeth.
Her comment made almost no difference in the current conversation. She wasn't really expecting it to but was hoping for a little more... unity between the characters collected.
The large man, calling himself Chubs, seemed to be one of the few people who had any sense of logic and reasoning. Thank God for him. For him and the woman talking to him.
Then there were the two men squashed between Chub's stomach. One seemed like he actually had a moral compass. The other looked like the kind of person who pissed people off for the fun of it. Without any reason, Oriole immediately hated him. Perhaps it had to do with whatever happened to her before... this, but Oriole knew that she hated him. He was like a snake in the grass.
Oriole had full knowledge of what she was about to say and the possible consequences, but really, all she wanted to do now was to get that man to shut up. She took another long puff from her cigarette before stomping it out. Exhaling, she looked over that disgustingly rude man, the man now known as Bieber, and hissed.
"Of corse the man doesn't know who you are; you don't even know that."
She spit out the words like venom through a snake's teeth.
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Boy, these people were positively dull.
Wait, was that possible? Could you be positively dull?
Puck spent his time pondering that question after his had been answered, since the attitudes seemed to have gotten worse for a moment before it got, somewhat, better. He heart their words, of course, but he didn't see the point of arguing when it seemed like everyone was actually right. Everyone was suspicious, especially if they all had the same card backs.
As far as Puck was concerned, they were all sinners until proven otherwise, either by a different card back or by their actions right here, right now. It seemed like many people went to a defense, if not for the beautiful girl in white, but also for themselves. Why did they think sinning was that bad, anyway? Who knew what one's sins even were, now that they all lacked the memory?
He'd zoned out into the fog , slowly creeping its way around the group. It drew him in, his mind churning a mile a minute as he found himself wondering if card stock was thick enough to hurt someone. What was the best way to use it to slice into someone's skin? Which vein would be the best to use for the deed? Should he maybe
try
When he focused again, and tore his eyes from the fog, he noticed that the one with the limp had practically gone rabid against the tall, portly man who held him taut to make sure he'd stop fussing, along with another. It was his ire that managed to draw Puck's gaze from the encroaching fog, and for that, he was thankful. Puck wasn't interested in actually going through the fog.
Puck watched as the one with the limp connected eyes with the girl with peaceful ones and watched as he seemingly stilled, just from a quick gaze. Well, that was definitely a talent. Could she do that with others? Was this a special case? No matter what, it was intriguing and perfect for the situation. For a second afterwards, everything was calm, before the portly man - a fellow who went by Chubs - let out a laugh and let the two he was holding go, before mocking the one with a limp who had said his card had been Justice.
He had no idea why, but the image of the man Chubs had spoken of - Justin Bieber - was something that made sense. For some reason he could locate one of the singer's songs in his head; however, as soon as the song came to life in his mind, it made him scowl.
No, to Justin Bieber. A funny joke, but his songs sucked.
He snorted at the woman who had finished smoking, as she spoke harshly to the man with the limp. She was also right. It seemed that, really, no one had any idea of anything, especially their real names. He had figured Puck was a nickname, or a code for something. It couldn't have been his real name. At the moment, though, he wasn't too concerned with his old identity.
"Can you tell us a better name for you, instead?"
Puck put the card back into his pocket as he spoke to the man a few moments after the woman. He sent a wink to Chubs, to let him know he wasn't trying to be rude. But hell, the man needed a name that didn't give him an earworm. He continued in closer to the group, away from the fog, before stopping near the enchanting young Silque and someone, he guessed, had just "joined the party".
"The best I can give you is, 'a forest'." Puck held his hand out to help up the man, having a feeling that Silque would need some assistance. He cleared his throat to speak to the others.
"Staring into the fog didn't bring me to any ease, I can say that, at least. Now, do we take this one's advice", he gestured to the blonde who had suggested diving in, "Or do we keep fighting until the fog swallows us whole and potentially ends us, right here? It's up to you all, honestly. But I'd rather survive, myself."
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location: ????
mood: smh relax y'all I'm tryna make it thru the tutorial โถ
tags:
Pretzel Heart
,
Necromantic
, everyone else
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Boy, these people were positively dull.
Wait, was that possible? Could you be positively dull?
Puck spent his time pondering that question after his had been answered, since the attitudes seemed to have gotten worse for a moment before it got, somewhat, better. He heart their words, of course, but he didn't see the point of arguing when it seemed like everyone was actually right. Everyone was suspicious, especially if they all had the same card backs.
As far as Puck was concerned, they were all sinners until proven otherwise, either by a different card back or by their actions right here, right now. It seemed like many people went to a defense, if not for the beautiful girl in white, but also for themselves. Why did they think sinning was that bad, anyway? Who knew what one's sins even were, now that they all lacked the memory?
He'd zoned out into the fog , slowly creeping its way around the group. It drew him in, his mind churning a mile a minute as he found himself wondering if card stock was thick enough to hurt someone. What was the best way to use it to slice into someone's skin? Which vein would be the best to use for the deed? Should he maybe
try
with
someone
here?
When he focused again, and tore his eyes from the fog, he noticed that the one with the limp had practically gone rabid against the tall, portly man who held him taut to make sure he'd stop fussing, along with another. It was his ire that managed to draw Puck's gaze from the encroaching fog, and for that, he was thankful. Puck wasn't interested in actually going through the fog.
Puck watched as the one with the limp connected eyes with the girl with peaceful ones and watched as he seemingly stilled, just from a quick gaze. Well, that was definitely a talent. Could she do that with others? Was this a special case? No matter what, it was intriguing and perfect for the situation. For a second afterwards, everything was calm, before the portly man - a fellow who went by Chubs - let out a laugh and let the two he was holding go, before mocking the one with a limp who had said his card had been Justice.
He had no idea why, but the image of the man Chubs had spoken of - Justin Bieber - was something that made sense. For some reason he could locate one of the singer's songs in his head; however, as soon as the song came to life in his mind, it made him scowl.
No, to Justin Bieber. A funny joke, but his songs sucked.
He snorted at the woman who had finished smoking, as she spoke harshly to the man with the limp. She was also right. It seemed that, really, no one had any idea of anything, especially their real names. He had figured Puck was a nickname, or a code for something. It couldn't have been his real name. At the moment, though, he wasn't too concerned with his old identity.
"Can you tell us a better name for you, instead?"
Puck put the card back into his pocket as he spoke to the man a few moments after the woman. He sent a wink to Chubs, to let him know he wasn't trying to be rude. But hell, the man needed a name that didn't give him an earworm. He continued in closer to the group, away from the fog, before stopping near the enchanting young Silque and someone, he guessed, had just "joined the party".
"The best I can give you is, 'a forest'." Puck held his hand out to help up the man, having a feeling that Silque would need some assistance. He cleared his throat to speak to the others.
"Staring into the fog didn't bring me to any ease, I can say that, at least. Now, do we take this one's advice", he gestured to the blonde who had suggested diving in, "Or do we keep fighting until the fog swallows us whole and potentially ends us, right here? It's up to you all, honestly. But I'd rather survive, myself."
[/div][/div][/div][div class=rightBanner][div class=mainPic][/div][div class=quote]Are you thinking straight?[/div][div class=tagBox]P U C K
location: ????
mood: smh relax y'all I'm tryna make it thru the tutorial โถ
tags:
Pretzel Heart
,
Necromantic
, everyone else[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class="table"][div class="cardContainer"][div class="card cardFortune"][div class="cardInner"][div class="oneFortune";][div class="menuButtonWrapper title"][div class=menuButtonFortune][div class="tabName"]twoFortuneTAB[/div][div class="hover"][div class="oneFortune";][font=Acme][fa]fa-question-circle fa-pulse fa-1x[/fa] - - - [div class=gradFortune]Wheel of Fortune[/div] - - - [fa]fa-question-circle fa-pulse fa-1x[/fa][/font][/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][div class="oneFortune";][div class="container"][div class="scroll"]As the word had left his mouth something broke through Will's expressionless face. Shock? Grief? Guilt? It was hard to place, but it was a weak look, not suited for who he was trying to be. If words could leave an irrefutable taste on one's mouth this would have been a taste quite foul. Nothing he could do would fade this feeling, and he remained staring at the well-dressed woman completely aghast. There was something else too. A knot weaving, tightening, doubling back again and again within his core from the simple act of looking upon her. There was no question. Her very presence here repulsed him. His innards felt like they were about to burst and his tongue prepared to continue its decisive strike.
"Let the record show that I was just pointing out the facts. This guy's the one who resorted to name-calling." @
Will slowly turned his gaze to look at the troublesome man he had once thought to defend. Will's own intentions had been anything but pure, yet it still left a harrowing impression on him. He may have been thinking mostly about himself, but the last thing he had wanted was this. The plan had been to build up trust, and instead he had just placed a meddlesome target on his own forehead for a reason he couldn't even comprehend. He didn't know that woman. He didn't know anyone here. ...Or was that not the case? Did they all have some forgotten connection? The attention he was getting was making him woozy. There were too many eyes on him. It felt like there were more pairs of eyes on him than there were people in this clearing. It made his skin crawl.
โIโm sorry for whatever I may have done to make you think of me that way, but in the future, Iโd much prefer it if you called me Silque.โ @
Those words were enough to snap Will's relentless gaze back towards this "Silque", and as he did, he was sure his face had quite the show on display. From within his mouth he had, without thought, bitten down on his cheek to refrain from saying anything else he might regret. Something about the way she had responded had stirred up something revolting from inside him. This patience of hers pissed him off. Couldn't she be mad at least? Strike his face with her palm? Attack his pride with her words? The lack of retaliation likely felt worse than any punishment.
"[div class=gradFortune]Just... forget it,[/div]"
He turned away,"[div class=gradFortune]Don't go apologizing for things that aren't your fault.[/div]"
As he walked away from the bulk of the group, he spat some of the blood that had accumulated in his mouthโto the side. He had just ruined his own chances, and things were heating up between two men. To be frank, Will didn't want to assert himself any more than he already had. At least not until he had a better grasp of himself, and the situation. That didn't mean he couldn't listen in, just that he wouldn't actively take part. There were certainly those who would appreciate his silence. Will himself had gotten tired of his own voice.
There wasn't really any good place to sit down or anything, so he just idled within hearing distance. There were certainly some interesting constructive conversations going on if you ignored the pointless ramble of those looking for trouble. The leaders of the group would naturally rise to the pedestal. Individuals like "Sol" and "Luca" were doing just that. That's just how things worked in times of need. It turned out that Will simply wasn't that type. Was that really such an issue though? There were some things people were better suited for than others. He wasn't sure he had something like that though. It was strange. Just a moment ago he was beyond frustrated but after listening for a bit he had calmed down.
The only thing that still bugged him was everyone's seeming infatuation with the fog. He supposed they could run the risk of losing sight of one another. Will himself already suffered from that issue. He scoffed, and took off his smudged glasses. Turned out they really were for sight. He had assumed as much, but with the situation standing as it is, it would have been convenient if they were just vanity. That way he could just discard them, and be done with it. There was another problem; he couldn't help but notice his quivering hands.
Huh? Now that he thought about his heart-beat was uncomfortably fast too. Maybe he wasn't as over the previous situation as he thought he was. No matter, a blond haired girl had taken the mantle for throwing out how to proceed, and again the fog was a topic of interest. Shouldn't they be happy it's somewhat humid? Doesn't that mean they have better odds of acquiring water or something like that?
"I say each of us pair up. One tall individual, or capable at least, with a weaker one." @
It was a good start for a plan, but Will fundamentally disagreed. First was the problem with pairs. When it came down to grouping with suspicious strangers being in twos ran the risk of one overpowering the other. Especially in this case where the idea was to pair the weak with the strong. There was also the problem of determining who among them were "capable"โas she put it. Height alone would mean very little in the long run. The one known as "Chubs", may have impressive height, but would fall short in a lot of other... areas. Like running. It wasn't a bad idea considering it came from one of the younger ones, but a lot went overlooked.
From the sound of things the conflict between Chubs and the one holding the Justice card still hadn't reached a sound conclusion. Now would be the perfect time to do a proper shake-down of the things Will had on his person, minus the card. While he had briefly checked his person after waking he thought a wallet was in his possession, but no such luck. In it's place a similar bulk was formed by three crudely smashed disposable phones. Literally junk. What reason did he have to carry these things, and in this condition too? The other objects hardly seemed related. A small bottle of... hand sanitizer...? At least this one had a use. The other thing was a seemingly functional tape recorder. Sadly, there wasn't anything already recorded that might give a clue. The final item was the most concerning, even if uselessโa small box containing a ring. He shut it instinctively, not wishing to think about it.
He needed to get out of here.
Everyone needed to get out of here. He didn't know them, or rather, he didn't know if he knew them, but he doubted anyone here deserved to be in such a situation.
"S I N N E R S" huh? That didn't mean shit. That was the kind of thing a god got to determine, not a person. Even if everyone here had sinned, so what? Sins could be forgiven. Wasn't that the whole idea behind them?
Not that Will needed someone to forgive anything on his behalf anyway.
Unless everyone suddenly decided to heed "Puck's" words, then the conflict still had some life in it. Seeing as no more meaningful conversations were to be had, Will decided to further expand the group's knowledge of the surrounding area by entering the fog. Before that, he grabbed a somewhat sturdy branch that was lying around. If he couldn't see well then he would at least thoroughly mark the ground.
A couple steps forward was all it took before he was enveloped by the fog...
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"Let the record show that I was just pointing out the facts. This guy's the one who resorted to name-calling." @
Will slowly turned his gaze to look at the troublesome man he had once thought to defend. Will's own intentions had been anything but pure, yet it still left a harrowing impression on him. He may have been thinking mostly about himself, but the last thing he had wanted was this. The plan had been to build up trust, and instead he had just placed a meddlesome target on his own forehead for a reason he couldn't even comprehend. He didn't know that woman. He didn't know anyone here. ...Or was that not the case? Did they all have some forgotten connection? The attention he was getting was making him woozy. There were too many eyes on him. It felt like there were more pairs of eyes on him than there were people in this clearing. It made his skin crawl.
โIโm sorry for whatever I may have done to make you think of me that way, but in the future, Iโd much prefer it if you called me Silque.โ @
Those words were enough to snap Will's relentless gaze back towards this "Silque", and as he did, he was sure his face had quite the show on display. From within his mouth he had, without thought, bitten down on his cheek to refrain from saying anything else he might regret. Something about the way she had responded had stirred up something revolting from inside him. This patience of hers pissed him off. Couldn't she be mad at least? Strike his face with her palm? Attack his pride with her words? The lack of retaliation likely felt worse than any punishment.
"[div class=gradFortune]Just... forget it,[/div]"
He turned away,"[div class=gradFortune]Don't go apologizing for things that aren't your fault.[/div]"
As he walked away from the bulk of the group, he spat some of the blood that had accumulated in his mouthโto the side. He had just ruined his own chances, and things were heating up between two men. To be frank, Will didn't want to assert himself any more than he already had. At least not until he had a better grasp of himself, and the situation. That didn't mean he couldn't listen in, just that he wouldn't actively take part. There were certainly those who would appreciate his silence. Will himself had gotten tired of his own voice.
There wasn't really any good place to sit down or anything, so he just idled within hearing distance. There were certainly some interesting constructive conversations going on if you ignored the pointless ramble of those looking for trouble. The leaders of the group would naturally rise to the pedestal. Individuals like "Sol" and "Luca" were doing just that. That's just how things worked in times of need. It turned out that Will simply wasn't that type. Was that really such an issue though? There were some things people were better suited for than others. He wasn't sure he had something like that though. It was strange. Just a moment ago he was beyond frustrated but after listening for a bit he had calmed down.
The only thing that still bugged him was everyone's seeming infatuation with the fog. He supposed they could run the risk of losing sight of one another. Will himself already suffered from that issue. He scoffed, and took off his smudged glasses. Turned out they really were for sight. He had assumed as much, but with the situation standing as it is, it would have been convenient if they were just vanity. That way he could just discard them, and be done with it. There was another problem; he couldn't help but notice his quivering hands.
Huh? Now that he thought about his heart-beat was uncomfortably fast too. Maybe he wasn't as over the previous situation as he thought he was. No matter, a blond haired girl had taken the mantle for throwing out how to proceed, and again the fog was a topic of interest. Shouldn't they be happy it's somewhat humid? Doesn't that mean they have better odds of acquiring water or something like that?
"I say each of us pair up. One tall individual, or capable at least, with a weaker one." @
It was a good start for a plan, but Will fundamentally disagreed. First was the problem with pairs. When it came down to grouping with suspicious strangers being in twos ran the risk of one overpowering the other. Especially in this case where the idea was to pair the weak with the strong. There was also the problem of determining who among them were "capable"โas she put it. Height alone would mean very little in the long run. The one known as "Chubs", may have impressive height, but would fall short in a lot of other... areas. Like running. It wasn't a bad idea considering it came from one of the younger ones, but a lot went overlooked.
From the sound of things the conflict between Chubs and the one holding the Justice card still hadn't reached a sound conclusion. Now would be the perfect time to do a proper shake-down of the things Will had on his person, minus the card. While he had briefly checked his person after waking he thought a wallet was in his possession, but no such luck. In it's place a similar bulk was formed by three crudely smashed disposable phones. Literally junk. What reason did he have to carry these things, and in this condition too? The other objects hardly seemed related. A small bottle of... hand sanitizer...? At least this one had a use. The other thing was a seemingly functional tape recorder. Sadly, there wasn't anything already recorded that might give a clue. The final item was the most concerning, even if uselessโa small box containing a ring. He shut it instinctively, not wishing to think about it.
He needed to get out of here.
Everyone needed to get out of here. He didn't know them, or rather, he didn't know if he knew them, but he doubted anyone here deserved to be in such a situation.
"S I N N E R S" huh? That didn't mean shit. That was the kind of thing a god got to determine, not a person. Even if everyone here had sinned, so what? Sins could be forgiven. Wasn't that the whole idea behind them?
Not that Will needed someone to forgive anything on his behalf anyway.
Unless everyone suddenly decided to heed "Puck's" words, then the conflict still had some life in it. Seeing as no more meaningful conversations were to be had, Will decided to further expand the group's knowledge of the surrounding area by entering the fog. Before that, he grabbed a somewhat sturdy branch that was lying around. If he couldn't see well then he would at least thoroughly mark the ground.
A couple steps forward was all it took before he was enveloped by the fog...
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Mentions: Many
Mentions: Many
Location: Clearing
Mood: Unease
Mood: Unease
[div class="gradFortune"]Age: [/div]Mid Twenties
[div class="gradFortune"]Sex: [/div]Male
[div class="gradFortune"]Height: [/div]5'7"
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- Dirty Glasses
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- Wheel of Fortune Card
- [Broken] Disposable Phone (x3)
- Tape recorder
- AA Battery (x2)
- Wedding Ring & Box
- Hand Sanitizer
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Hextremus
Beyblade Enthusiast
MONOTHE HANGED MAN
This was shaping up to be the worst day of Mono's life, and he'd been born like five minutes ago.
This... demon of a man that held him captive didn't relinquish his grip for long enough that Mono's heart was beating with such strength and speed that the man could probably feel it through his fat. His thoughts were in a jumbled frenzy, synapses firing at similar strengths and speeds. The sounds and voices around him went unheard over the roaring in his ears, his lips tightly compressed and a manic look in his eyes. Despite all this going on under the skin the young man had completely frozen on the outside, utterly still in the cage that was the other man's arm.
Get away from me get away get away please let me go please please please pleasepleasepleasepleaseple-
And he was released, just like that. Despite just that being his foremost desire, he barely comprehended the hand ruffling his hair after the arm it belonged to released him; what he did comprehend was the same hand slapping him on the back in what he could only assume was meant to be an apologetic gesture.
Mono's stiffness and jumbled mind coupled with his already pathetically weak frame meant that the (probably) friendly yet forceful pat was enough to send Mono sprawling. He didn't make a noise as he stumbled forward a step or two before crashing back down into the grass, reacting just enough to brace with his hands. Not that it helped him much. It didn't help his face much either.
What really got Mono to wake up was the taste of dirt on his tongue. He blinked and coughed rapidly, spitting the invading soil out of his mouth and pushing himself up onto his hands and knees.
"Jesus H. Christ..."
Was all he said at first, the whispered words barely audible. He sucked in a breath and looked back at the large man over his shoulder, raising his voice just enough so the words would reach him. He spoke through teeth gritted so hard it hurt his jaw.
"Do not... don't ever do that to me again. Please."
With the message delivered, he stopped looking over his shoulder and instead stared down at the grass beneath him. One hand reached up, the back of it dragging against his lips to hastily clean them of dirt and saliva. As he did so, one sentence spoken by one of the women he'd nominated for group leader(s) reached his ears.
"First, we figure out the fog."
Fog? What-
Mono blinked and looked up, finally noticing the fog that encroached on the clearing. Where the hell had it come from?
The young man's green eyes narrowed as he scanned the fog, taking note of the speed at which it drifted over the forest floor. He was no expert on fog or other such natural phenomena, of that he was certain, but what he was certain of was that they'd be completely enveloped in it within several short minutes.
Figure out the fog. A good idea... clearly one that the guy calling himself Will agreed with, as he snatched up a stick and marched right into the fog. Regardless of the result, Mono felt that such a drastic measure wasn't quite necessary. Instead, still on all fours, he crawled towards the fog with eyes still narrowed.
Upon reaching the forefront of the approaching fog, Mono wondered what action should be taken.
Acting on the spur of the moment had him reach out and use two fingers to sweep the fog towards his face. His lips parted, and he proceeded to taste it.
"Hm."
How very... normal? How he knew to be underwhelmed he wasn't sure, but the fog's taste didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Like vapour on his tongue, wet and somewhat chalky. Like tasting a cloud, in a sense. He tentatively took a sniff, a frown on his now closed lips.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about this-
Mono jerked backwards like he'd been punched in the jaw, scrambling frantically backwards from the fog with what could only be described as a choked gasp. One hand curled into a tight fist against his chest, right where his heart was, gripping the fabric of his shirt.
That fog... Mono had no idea what it had done to him. Why that scream had exploded through his mind, why he'd suddenly seen those images. The young man was close to hyperventilating, heart racing just as fast as it had before. Even his hands trembled. After several seconds of silent staring at the strange mist that had elicited this violent panic, Mono slowly pushed himself up to his feet and ran a hand through his wild hair, licking his now dry lips.
"Okay... I'll speak fondly of Will at his funeral."
The snark had a hollow ring to it, like the young man was attempting to cover up his shakiness. He cleared his throat and shook his head quickly, turning to look at Sol and the blue haired woman that had now introduced herself as Silque.
"Don't go into that fog. I don't know what it is or how it did that, but I... I think it almost gave me a panic attack."
He ran a hand down his face, completely pivoting to face away from the fog. His hands slipped into his jacket pockets, mostly to hide their trembling.
"Might not even be fog. Maybe some kind of chemical... doesn't matter. We have to get out of this clearing."
Mono's foot began tapping insistently against the dirt he stood on, lips tightly compressed. Every fibre of his being was telling him to get as far away from that fog as he possibly could; if these people didn't choose to do just that, then he'd do it himself and leave them.
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SINTEMPERANCE
My my, so much talk. How very boooorrrrriiiiiinnnngg.
Sin sighed quietly as she listened in on the ongoing conversations, twirling her blonde hair around one finger. Oh well, she supposed she must add her input to this whole situation. But to just do that while standing still, just yammering on and on... nope. She needed something more.
Like, say, flirting.
The woman hummed cheerfully to herself as she began slinking forward, hands clasping behind her back. She continue to hum to herself until she came up behind the woman that called herself Sol. She idled up to Sol, Sin ever so slightly taller than her thanks to her heels, and draped her left arm over the other woman's shoulders. She hummed in amusement and tilted her head so she could look into those amber eyes, sly smirk still on her lips.
"You want to know what my card says, hm?"
She lightly drummed her fingers against Sol's shoulder, slowly licking her lips as she gently leaned against her. The apparently gold ring on the middle finger of her left hand caught the light as her fingers continued to drum, gleaming with a colour reminiscent of her molten gold hair.
"Do I get a reward if I tell you, Sol? I think I need an incentive..."
She dragged out the other woman's name, emphasising it in the sultry tone that she'd seemed to have defaulted to. If she was gonna be stuck in a clearing with all these people, especially with some of them being so desirable to her, then she was most certainly going to have fun with it.
Starting with Sol.
Sin's smirk didn't leave her lips as she waited on an answer from the woman that had so caught her attention. Hopefully she wasn't a prude.
Pretzel Heart
Afterimage of Broad Daylight
๏ธโ Justice โ
Snake
Location: Club Kumbaya
Mood: The first step is Acceptance
Interacts: Chubs, Oriole, Puck, Cross, Belladonna
Mentions: Mono, Luca, Will, Silque, Quill
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Necromantic
You faker than some Sweet 'N Low
- The High Priestess
Bellodonna
A soft groan came from the small sleeping man when a foot nudged his side. Ugh, he didn't want to get up, there had to be at least an hour before- before- before-
What was he supposed to be doing again?
Well, if he couldn't remember what it was, he figured that it wasn't actually all that important, and nothing seemed to actually be tugging at his pantleg to get him up, so he didn't think it could be too important. Why did it matter if something was pulling on his pants, though? He couldn't seem to recall why something like that would matter, either, but it seemed far more important. There was a reason that mattered, but he couldn't seem to recall why.
His half asleep pondering was abruptly interrupted by pain shooting through his arm as he was jerked off the ground by it, his stuffed animal tumbling out of his arm. His eyes shot open, giving his assailant a shocked looked. The guy's mouth was moving, but he couldn't seem to hear what was going on, which didn't seem out of the ordinary for some reason. He didn't have the chance to really give the fact that he hear absolutely nothing much thought, because his reflexes kicked in before he could care.
He wrapped his left leg around the man's right and using it to jerk it out from under him, his right digging into the ground so he could lunge forward and use his weight to topple both of them over. He scrambled up so that he could sit on the man's chest and tried to plant his knees on his arms, as he didn't want to be thrown off by him. Who was this? Better question, why had he jerked him up by his arm? How had he gotten in a position that he could so easily do something like that? Well he'd certainly ensure that he couldn't do so again, and that was what mattered right now.
His hand found his assailant's gray-brown hair, snagging a handful. Wait... Was that... Grass below them? Why was there grass? Had the man who'd just jerked him up kidnapped him and brought him there? He raised his other hand up in a fist, as if to hit the man. Instead of hitting him, though, he gave a couple quick, one-handed signs in FSL.
'Why am I here?'
- Important Shit
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Location: By Snake's feet
Mood: How would you feel if you were woken up by a thot.
Items: Bag of hard candy, Celestine, Pocket sewing kit, Hearing aids in his pocket
Interations: Snake
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