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((So wait, I'm confused... Was I accepted or denied? You made a response to GG, but I don't know what's going on with me. If me being here will be too rough for you to GM, that's fine man. If I'm allowed in, that's also pretty alright in my book. I just need a heads up.))

((No speech, flashing different colours, maybe.))

[[Fluem can't articulate sounds besides random sloshing, but can form patterns within the lights that travel around its body. Would probably use morse code or something to communicate, or interpretative dance considering how Fluem can shift its form.]]

[[So if I get it right, our two new players would be Erip and Crow, and the teams would be 3/3/4 respectively?]]

[[Can Fluem's attack range extend and distend with each use of Contract and Expand? That was initially how I intended it to work, but I was concerned whether attacks were only classed as either melee or ranged. With this in mind, what would be an ideal base range for Fluem whose gig is adaptability?]]

((Oh, I saw my name as in, coolio. Let me know if I need to work on my app at all. I'm going to change the stats a little, because apparently I'm pretty weak all around.))

((Pascal is capable of speech despite lacking a mouth and vocal cords, he speech was given to him through that same magic that brought him life))

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((Oh, I saw my name as in, coolio. Let me know if I need to work on my app at all. I'm going to change the stats a little, because apparently I'm pretty weak all around.))

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[[Fluem can't articulate sounds besides random sloshing, but can form patterns within the lights that travel around its body. Would probably use morse code or something to communicate, or interpretative dance considering how Fluem can shift its form.]]

[[So if I get it right, our two new players would be Erip and Crow, and the teams would be 3/3/4 respectively?]]

[[Can Fluem's attack range extend and distend with each use of Contract and Expand? That was initially how I intended it to work, but I was concerned whether attacks were only classed as either melee or ranged. With this in mind, what would be an ideal base range for Fluem whose gig is adaptability?]]

((Dont forget this, please.))

Sorry, I'm far busier with housework than I expected to be. I'll try to get the prologue started at some point today, since aside from the initial setup it's low-maintenance for me and doesn't require the character sheets.

((Rudimentary prologue because I'm rushed and people want to play. Normally, your characters or teams will receive specific attention, but for this update I'm going to just provide a general update that applies to everyone. You'll receive more specific responses to your actions in the actual game and possibly by the end of the prologue. Muushrom and Fluem receive slightly special treatment because they're not humanoid.))

Prologue

Muushrom and Fluem:

You've been locked up in some crate for several hours now. You're not entirely sure what happened; you were minding your own business--you think? that's all you can remember--, when suddenly someone grabbed you and shoved you into inky blackness. You've been carried somewhere, but you're not sure where; you can occasionally make out garbled sounds of human speech. They're yelling something fierce, something about being desperate for contestants or something. You don't know how a contest could possibly relate to you, though.

Suddenly, you hear a clunk noise and the jostling stops; you've been set down on a table, apparently. Whoever carried you here is still arguing. Their voices are much clearer now, and you can make out a few snippets of their conversation; things along the lines of we only needed eight and you can't just stick a utility device on a 'shroom and throw it in the pillar. Nonsensical ramblings from nonsensical humans.

Eventually one of them seems to get fed up, and you hear footsteps leading away. Thing suddenly get quiet for a while, before you hear more footsteps stampede around you and more human voices. They continue for a short time before the crate around you is opened. The sudden introduction of bright light irritates you, but despite this you can sense (and guess) that an assortment of very strange humans are looking at you.

Everyone Else:

A loud noise wakes you up; someone is ringing a bell nearby. How annoying.

They told you some few days ago that you were going to compete in the "Vanir Games" and that your task was to ascend to the top of the Grand Pillar; some kind of "dungeon", they called it. An odd term, to say the least, but they spent a few hours instructing you on the nature of the Games before sending you on your way to wherever the hell this place was. You were told that these people--the people who were sleeping in the nearby bunks, looking just as groggy as you--were also contestants in these Games and were to compete alongside and against you. You were then ushered into here and forced to down sleeping pills "so you couldn't talk to eachother before we allow it". Several hours later, and here you are, rubbing your eyes and sitting on uncomfortable bunks. You barely even know how you got here; you can't remember a thing since you were told about the games.

Someone strides into the room, looking very pleased with themselves. He's wearing a sharp pinstripe suit and wearing some kind of stupid mask. He begins to talk:

"Greetings, contestants! As you know, today is the day the Vanir Games begin. You will be given a four-hour period to talk amongst yourselves and form teams--remember, two teams of three and one team of four--before you compete. You'll be given a short time to talk with advisors afterwards and will then be sent on your merry way." He cocks his head joyfully while saying this; you bet he's smiling, but the mask blocks his face from view.

"Now, if you'll please follow me, I'll lead you to the common rooms..." He motions with his hands, and everyone flops out of their bunks and follows him. Soon, you're in a room with many plush red chairs situated in clusters of four, along with a table with two crates on it. There's an ornate archway on the far side of the room with two similar-looking masked men standing guard, presumably leading into the depths of the Grand Pillar.

Everyone begins to disperse around the room. One of the men standing guard walks up to the crates and unboxes them, revealing... a slimy thing and a mushroom. You hope they aren't supposed to be eaten...

Persumably, now is the time to talk amongst everyone as instructed. Maybe the food, too; they have utility devices, after all.

Fluem's thoughts were a jumble, various sectors blinking its own thoughts back to the core, a kaleidoscope of lights shimmering within its body. Various excited red blinks in sector Li announced its cluster's excitement at the unknown, already lighting up what it presumed was a form of transport for it. Sector Re, its immediate neighbor, was softly humming blue in apprehension. The cool blue tone brightened and dimmed like a soft strobe, sending signals to the core of wariness over the current situation. Sector Set seemed to coolly sit between both, a steadily fluctuating yellow light indicating its joy at a new adventure, yet still maintaining a wary outlook due to the bizarre situation.

The Core, however, was a mess. Three of the largest sectors were already beginning mediations when it itself hasn't had time to process the immediate information. Other smaller sectors were glowing green in fear and others purple in indignation at the apparent capture, yet with an angry, orange pulse, the other lights dimmed. A single thought ran out. Disconnect. Each and every individual being making up the life form known as Fluem started to rapidly turn to a pulsing green, some humming questions and others frantically signalling the immediate area. However, another, softer pulse from the Core brought about silence once more.

As the cage, or transport, was then open, Fluem blinked softly in examination of the surroundings. The beings around weren't much to look at, all of them adopting the all too similar shape of companions assigned by the Greater Mind. All thoughts directed to the Greater Mind rebounded, however, yet a soothing message was left behind by it which calmed Fluem. Purpose. It rolled forward, Expanding itself to the average height of all around, before reshaping the torso a little to push out a mockery of a head. It glittered yellow in greeting, wondering what they were doing as none of them had a Hive translator among them. Perhaps someone was familiar with their help, though it would be fairly moot point, conversation would be very one-sided, as Fluem couldn't be on the receiving end.

The loud ringing of a bell was what brought Pascal out of his slumber, or the powered-down mode that the automaton had in replacement of sleep. Either way Pascal woke up. His eyes began to glow like they usually do, and his fire flared up from the low burning state it was in while he rested. Fresh steam flowed through the artificial being, completing the waking process. Pascal's head turned, observing as much of the room as he could. There were others here, unknown people here for some reason. Memories drifted through the automaton's mind, there was the slumber and the quick explanation of why he was here but nothing before that. Pascal was here to compete in something called the Vanir Games, but what they were and how he got here were completely unknown to the metallic being. Pascal stood up slowly, the springs of the bed on which he lay groaning and creaking loudly as the heavy weight that was Pascal was lifted from them.

Soon someone else arrived in the room wearing a suit. Their face was obscured by a mask, this made the automaton curious. They spoke, saying that today was the day that the games began and that the contestants would be given a four hour period in which to meet their fellow contestants and form teams. The mysterious person reminded them of the team sizes. After this it was said that they would be given some time to speak with some advisors before they would be on their way. The person seemed joyful, it could be seen even though they wore a mask. They then requested that they follow the person to a common room, which Pascal did.

The common room was fairly comfortable looking, with several cozy looking chairs sitting in clusters around the room. But they were not what drew Pascal's attention. What did were the two crates that were being opened. The automaton watched on with interest, curious to see what the contents were and how they related to the mystery surrounding the situation that he found himself in. Inside the crates were a mushroom and something that appeared to be made out of some kind of thick liquid.

Pascal watched on, unsure about the contents of the crates. If his face could actually show any emotion it would be showing curiosity mixed with a little bit of worry. He watched as the fluid moved by itself, stretching and morphing as if it was alive. It glittered and glowed, furthering the idea that it had life. But what exactly these lights meant was a mystery to the automaton, a mystery to add to all the other mysteries that filled the automaton's head. At least this one might be able to be solved sooner than the others. The automaton took a step forward with his long legs, a clanging noise audible when his foot hit the floor.

"Who are you?" said a deep, metallic voice emanating from somewhere within the automaton which had assumed that the fluid was indeed alive.

Jiaradin woke with a start. A very loud bell had awoken him. Shaking his head, he saw a man enter the room. He was wearing some kind of mask. He greeted everyone in the room, and told them the Vanir games were about to begin, and everyone here was a participant. He also said we would have four hours to talk and form teams- two of three and one of four. He then directed them to a room where they could talk.

Jiaradin observed the other people. Most of them seemed fairly normal, only one seemed to be a robot or android of some kind. Jiaradin took note of this. He decided to try remembering things- only he couldnt. He racked his brains for anything of who he was- he got occasional flashes of stuff, but he couldnt be sure what it might be. They then entered the common room, and two crates were on the other side. They were soon opened.

Jiaradin couldnt see the first one right off- it was too small. Then, he saw a white dot. As he got closer, he saw it was a mushroom. "A MUSHROOM?" Jiaradin half shouted. "What are we supposed to do with a freaking mushroom?!" His voice was silenced as the other creature stepped out of its crate. It appeared to be an amorphous liquid blob. It then formed itself a head and torso, as if emulating everyone else, save the mushroom. It then flashed yellow. Was that a greeting? A warning of some kind? Jiaradin's thoughts were interrupted.

"Who are you?" A metallic voice boomed, originating from the android/robot.

"Thats a good question." Jiaradin added. "But rather, WHAT are you?"

Muushrom

"A MUSHROOM?" -Adapt, evolve, survive.- Mushrumikas Paralytic Philosophic Diesoonicus had been a plague to the people of the moon they evolved on, despite being a mushroom in appearance they had really developed from aphid-like creatures that devoured the mushrooms on their home planet. At first it was just the slow death of a forest, then when there was nothing left to devour the creatures took to the air, using their new skills to process the gasses in the air, after the people of the planet suffocated the creatures took to the ground to absorb nutrients there. Then there was nothing more to eat. The creatures slowly began to die, but then something happened, a celestial body of gas rose over the horizon, the creatures pointed themselves towards it and drank its sunlight.

-Avoid the fire, avoid the fire... drink the fire.- The planet was purged, the people returned in suits and spread a great heat, their error? They kept one sample, and it had learned.

-a containing object made of growing planet trunk food.- The muushrom rolled around in the crate, it had different sides, more than four of them but less than seven. -less than six- the top side was lifted off not too long ago. How the muushrom knew things was beyond it now, in previous lives it had had eyes, ears, even at one stage a mouth, but now it had little more than its cap and its stem, it just perceived things for what they were. -Familiarity- the muushrom flared up and lifted itself into the air, it smelt bones, a bone cap to be precise whatever a cap was, muushrom had no need for vanity items.

It swung itself like the flailing mushroom, slowly flapping in attempts to rest itself atop the bone, a surface it believed was a familiar resting place if it could recall events from so long ago.

((OoC thread created here. For use by all peoples.))

May I ask, Solawind: what exactly do you mean by a "bone cap"? I'm not entirely sure where this skeletal headwear is, or if I'm just missing something completely

Errant slowly sits up after the bell tolls loudly for sometime. He looks about, rubbing at his eyes groggily. I don't remember.... Lets see.... Errant, games, something about getting to the top. He looks around the room, taking in his surroundings. First of all, he notes the various bunks around the room, housing other people, or whatever you'd call the motley crew who were gathered within. After some time of getting his bearings, he slowly swings his legs from atop the bunk to place his feet against the floor. As he does so, a man dressed in a pinup suit and mask comes in. He begins to speak, mentioning teams and getting time to make them. Eventually, Errant stands, as does everyone else, and he follows the masked man into the common room.

As he enters into the common room, he thinks on the concept of the Vanir Games, as well as the idea of who to form teams with. Looking around, he wasn't entirely sure who to even speak to. These people were strangers. Two teams of three, and a team of four. Taking another look around, Errant only notes eight competitors and three others, all masked men. Well, that only makes eight. If there are two teams of three and a team of four, we are missing two competitors. As he sits, as if on queue, two crates are opened and some form of slimy substance and a mushroom are released from within. What....?

Errant quickly stands, ignoring the other competitors for now and approaches the mushroom. The cybernetic man watches the mushroom settle down with his parcel, somewhat confused by the entire scenario. Shaking his head, he comes to a stop before the mushroom and nods.

"Greetings... fungi... Are you by chance, participating in these games?"

The air reverberated with a few sounds, one Fluem recognized as the companion's primary way of communication. While the rest were fairly unrecognized, the first vibration matched one command that Fluem could already recognize, an identification. Lights blinked across, Fluem's torso, signalling its given designation. "..-. .-.. ..- . --," it blinked in series, repeating the pattern twice as it was taught before. He had no idea if anyone could understand the pattern, but it was the one common ground the Amorphe's had with the companions. Other senseless patterns known as 'letters' were still fairly beyond the grasp of most of his kin, including it, as that code required more effort to recreate.

Another companion approached, seemingly repeating the same sounds as the first, while changing the first sound. It softly glowed indigo in confusion, before repeating it's designation. Following this, Fluem thought to observe these new companions, specifically the one before it, as it never saw one so shiny. It also failed to move its sound box in the first place, which piqued its curiosity. Fluem proceeded to elongate itself, coiling a fair distance around the shiny companion, making note of the heat it was emanating. It seemed to have a few more holes than a regular companion would, as such various debates between sectors caused Fluem to shimmer and blink in random colors as information was exchanged from various places where it observed.

Completing the coil, Fluem jumped, flinging itself through the air as it contracted, landing a few ways away. It once again assumed the form of the mockery of the companion's form, leaning over as it examined a tiny plant-like object, blinking red and pink in curiosity over the little thing. It also observed the presence of another companion, though albeit less shiny than the first, equally curious in its own right. It returned its attentions to the small plant, slowly reaching out in an attempt to poke it.

Pascal watched the series of bright lights danced across the fluid-like lifeform. The automaton couldn't tell whether this was a response or not. Earlier another person, a contestant most likely, had questioned the lifeform too. The blinking lights made Pascal question whether or not the lifeform had the capacity of speech, perhaps it was simply not very talkative. It was a curious lifeform, one unlike any Pascal had seen before. Or at least as far as the automaton could remember, which was currently not very far at all.

Then the liquid lifeform did something rather odd. It stretched towards Pascal, coiling most of the way around the metallic being, blinking a multitude of coloured lights as it did so. It was impossible for Pascal to tell if the liquid being was being aggressive or not. The head of the automaton rotated in an effort to keep track of the creature, until Pascal reached his limit and was forced to turn his had back to its original position. The automaton was cautious, preparing himself in case of hostility. Although it was difficult to tell from his body language, the automaton was ready in case of attack. But as it turned out the preparations the automaton made were not needed as the liquid lifeform returned to its original position. After that the liquid lifeform apparently turned its attention to the mushroom. Pascal did not know why the mushroom was here, but he was certain that there was a reason.

Pascal wasn't sure if the liquid lifeform had introduced itself or not, seeing how the automaton didn't understand the meaning behind the multitude of flashing lights. But he did understand that it was generally thought of as polite to introduce yourself after asking someone's name. He didn't know the names of any of the other contestants, perhaps if Pascal introduced himself then the others would too.

"I should probably introduce myself, my name is Pascal" came Pascal's monotonous voice.

[[Where oh where have our players gone,
Oh where oh where did they go?]]

Fluem rippled in recognition, flickering red in excitement as it whipped about, locating the source of the vibrations. It immediately swooped away from the lithe, if yet inattentive companion towards yet another one. It stood as a neat, formless blob before the signaler, seeking the information. It glowed a flat white color in confusion, lightly humming as it proceeded to form the same coil in inspection. As it surmised, something was missing despite the familiarity of the sequence. Finishing its brief observation, it quietly slunk away, glowing a mild green in disappointment.

Collecting itself, Fluem decided that perhaps the language barrier could wait, instead opting to conserve its energy this time. It pulled itself up to a nearby tower, looking much like a jellybean as it waited for the rest of the companions to begin moving about. Whilst waiting, it began to stretch out a single orb from its upper area, now instead looking like a slug, if slug could sit down and had only one eye. It resigned itself to mere observation at the moment, waiting for the rest to wrap up their interactions, tired of the pointless attention as a proper information exchange seemed yet impossible.

Pascal heard a faint series of taps corresponding with what another, still unknown contestant was doing. The automaton didn't know why the contestant had made the series of tapping sounds, it caused a mild curiousity in the steam-powered being. As of yet no-one had responded to Pascal's introduction, so he still did not know anyone's name. The automaton did not know anything about his fellow contestants; who they were, if they remembered anything that the automaton didn't. These were the questions that still bugged Pascal, he wanted to know about his fellow contestants. At least the mystery of the tapping could be easily solved. All the automaton had to do was ask.

But something stopped Pascal from immediately asking, the tapping attracted the attention of the fluid-like being. It had glowed a bright red colour before making its way towards the contestant, doing a similar coil as it had done with Pascal. The light that the being was giving off changed from red, to white and then to green. As of right now the automaton still had absolutely no idea what the lights could mean.

Resigning to the fact that the automaton wouldn't understand the lights and actions of the fluid-like being, which had moved away. Pascal then noticed something interesting. The being had a utility device, or appeared to have one. Pascal had one too, strapped around his metallic wrist. The automaton was quite sure that they were called utility devices and had a faint idea of what they were used for. What if the being was another contestant? It was an interesting idea. The automaton would ask if he had any idea how to communicate with the being. It would remain a mystery for now.

Remembering the tapping, Pascal decided that now it could investigate what the other contestant did. Why did they make a series of taps? The question was simple and could act as a gateway to learning more about what the contestant knew. The automaton walked towards where the contestant was sitting, his metallic feet making clanging noises as they hit the floor. The tall automaton then spoke, hoping to create a conversation.

"Why were you tapping earlier?" Pascal asked simply in his deep, metallic voice.

((Sorry, but ive lost interest here. Someone can take my character, or you can take this opportunity to make it a 3-3-3 team thing.))