"No threat," Ariel tells her with cheer; "Just means that as an angel I was more or less an instrument to be used for various causes, and now that I'm more of a man, I consider myself used and secondhand. And yes it is, noice to meet you too, at last."
When Ariel finishes saying these things to Lyudmila, some movement catches the corner of his eye and he looks towards the door to see the eyes and snout of a creature peeking in at them. From his many dealings with creatures of all types as an angel, he recognizes the creature to be a Dragon immediately, and yells out -
"Woah! Dragon! Everyone grab a pitchfork - we have a hunt to begin!"
Of course, Ariel's outburst was meant to be nothing more than lighthearted words to startle the dragon for the sake of a joke.
Lyudmila stares dumbfounded at Ariel's outburst regarding Chisille.
"Second-Hand Angel but first-rate moron it seems."
"Oh, man, first you show up with my cape smelling like crotch and elephant innards, and now you've demonstrated that you lack any tact whatsoever," remarks Renard. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
"Hey, Lyudmila. I got a dog to go fetch, so, I'll ask again. Release me and I'll set things right."
Ariel slaps Betty on the shoulder, a little harder than his previous nudge, "What'ya say there, sweet lips? You wanna come along as well? By the way you look mighty fine in those chains." He burps, takes another swig from his bottle and winks at Lyudmila; "I wouldn mind a bot if you tagged along as well. We can show dat dwagon what love is all about."
"Yeah I don't think it's a good idea to let the two of you go and search for the dragon. Maybe you should-"
"What is it with the men in this town!!?? You all graduate and come straight here from loser college or some gosh darn thing?"
With everything that happens, Betty is utterly delirious with anger. Ariel slapping her and both he and Renard acting like buffoons was one thing, but knowing that her little dragon friend had just been scared off was a whooooole other story. The only real problem was that she couldn't do a gosh darn thing about it while she was chained down - or... could she....
In her rage she remembered a little something her daddy once told her about magic: It's not in your actions, but in your beliefs, which ultimately meant that is she believed hard enough no gosh darn magic chain was gonna stop her from doing what she needed to do.
"Excuse me, Lyudmila. I'm gonna ask you kindly, first of all, to let me loose from these here chains. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but we both know that cape boy had it coming. Just to add, I ain't gonna be sitting here while my little friend is running around out there by her poor little self all alone. So you let me go this instant so I can go out after my friend, or else I'm gonna have to do something drastic to teach these two boys a lesson right here."
Betty had never been so serious in all her life, and gives Lyudmila a long hard look that proved she meant business.
Gosh, Betty could practically hear the words of the new chant rattling away in the back of her mind as she pleaded with Lyudmila, just begging to come on out and roll off her tongue....
Lyudmila is interrupted by Betty's plea.
"Well, I fear that you'd kill those two if I set you free, but..."
Before Lyudmila can finish her sentence, a shadowy hand reaches out from the ceiling, and removes the chains around Betty, tying them around Ariel instead. Both Maras and Lyudmila stop with what they're doing as this happens.
"Nevermind then. I've been officially overruled here. Want me to come along, Betty? Maras can keep an eye on these two."
"Uhuh. I knew it. Now let's see whatever this gibberish is..."
He did not notice Boris leave as he was trying to translate this carving into something meaningful. "I may think naughty, but that should have no bearing on whatever this is," he mutters.
"A spell-!" he gasps. "Is even my own mindspace safe?" He ponders what Annie could possibly want with him. "Oh, you've awoken the slumbering dragon. You may have won this battle, but this war will last far longer than you'll ever hope..."
He then realized he said all this out loud. Before anyone could ask what he was talking about, he quickly returned to humming some sort of mashup between Greensleeves and Scarborough Fair.
As Silas completes his very vocal monologue, the a blue floating circle appears around the chalice on the altar. The chalice suddenly catapults itself forward towards Silas by itself. Barely missing the giant sword and flying right above his head. The chalice and circle surrounding it smashes against the wall of the Church, above the door into little pieces.
A quiet hissing voice eerily echoes through the Church. "Quiet, moron..."
Lyudmila stares dumbfounded at Ariel's outburst regarding Chisille.
"Second-Hand Angel but first-rate moron it seems."
"Yeah I don't think it's a good idea to let the two of you go and search for the dragon. Maybe you should-"
Lyudmila is interrupted by Betty's plea.
"Well, I fear that you'd kill those two if I set you free, but..."
Before Lyudmila can finish her sentence, a shadowy hand reaches out from the ceiling, and removes the chains around Betty, tying them around Ariel instead. Both Maras and Lyudmila stop with what they're doing as this happens.
"Nevermind then. I've been officially overruled here. Want me to come along, Betty? Maras can keep an eye on these two."
Of course, had Ariel actually been sober, he wouldn't have said what he said about the pitchforks when he saw the dragon, but in his current state, he had minimal control over his actions and what he considered a prudent thing to say. At the very least, he was a happy drunk, even though his judgment on what made a good joke was inhibited, and thought everything he said was hilarious.
"Oh, come-on!" Ariel struggles for half a second to wriggle from the chains, but to no give. "Give an angel a break, would ya, I've never had a drink before, it's a new experience for m-" His sentence is interrupted by the rise of hiccups. "Oh, wow -Hiccup- so dis is whad the hiccu -Hiccup- are like. I hate them -Hiccup"
Ariel tries for another drink to break the hiccup cycle, but he can't reach the bottle to his mouth since his hands are restrained.
"Well that figures." Vernon mutters and turns to Ki. "We're going down. Get over here."
Vernon then goes through the other coffins, rips out a few strips of clothing from the corpses, which he uses to wrap around the end of his sword before lighting it with one of the candles. He takes a few more strips of clothing, shoves them in his pocket for later, and hands Ki a candle to carry.
"let's go. Stay close behind me now. Hold to my belt so I know you are with me."
They descend into the underground.
Ki looks down the coffin staircase and gulps. She nods and holds onto Vernon's belt as they descend down the staircase, leading into a series of underground tunnels that seem to form a necropolis, judging by the many tombs and coffins.
Boris is angry, glaring at Annie and all the treasure scattered around the house.
"I did what you asked but.... YOU DON'T BE MEAN TO BORIS!" He rages at the top of his voice and marches towards her with long heavy strides, fists clenched and ready to strike. When he's close enough, he breaks into a charge then lunges at Annie, putting all his weight and force into a punch to her head.
Annie smiles with acceptance, receiving the blow that breaks her jaw as her head cracks loudly against the wall behind her. While her own blood spills from her mouth and head she laughs as if enjoying the pain.
"Do it again!" She beckons him, laying back on the table with arms stretched open for more. "Get me, Boris, get me! Do it, Boris, do it!" As she cheers him on blood splutters from her broken mouth, onto his face and into his own mouth.
"Uhuh. I knew it. Now let's see whatever this gibberish is..."
He did not notice Boris leave as he was trying to translate this carving into something meaningful. "I may think naughty, but that should have no bearing on whatever this is," he mutters.
"A spell-!" he gasps. "Is even my own mindspace safe?" He ponders what Annie could possibly want with him. "Oh, you've awoken the slumbering dragon. You may have won this battle, but this war will last far longer than you'll ever hope..."
He then realized he said all this out loud. Before anyone could ask what he was talking about, he quickly returned to humming some sort of mashup between Greensleeves and Scarborough Fair.
As Silas completes his very vocal monologue, the a blue floating circle appears around the chalice on the altar. The chalice suddenly catapults itself forward towards Silas by itself. Barely missing the giant sword and flying right above his head. The chalice and circle surrounding it smashes against the wall of the Church, above the door into little pieces.
A quiet hissing voice eerily echoes through the Church. "Quiet, moron..."
Someone clearly wants their sleep.
Once Silas hears the voice of Niamh telling him to be quiet, the voice of Annie begins to laugh mockingly in Silas's head, and tells him - My silly dear, my silly dear, now look what you've gone and done. But no, not at all, please don't stop. Sing me a tune! Sing me a tune! I will make you a fool for my love...
Of course, had Ariel actually been sober, he wouldn't have said what he said about the pitchforks when he saw the dragon, but in his current state, he had minimal control over his actions and what he considered a prudent thing to say. At the very least, he was a happy drunk, even though his judgment on what made a good joke was inhibited, and thought everything he said was hilarious.
"Oh, come-on!" Ariel struggles for half a second to wriggle from the chains, but to no give. "Give an angel a break, would ya, I've never had a drink before, it's a new experience for m-" His sentence is interrupted by the rise of hiccups. "Oh, wow -Hiccup- so dis is whad the hiccu -Hiccup- are like. I hate them -Hiccup"
Ariel tries for another drink to break the hiccup cycle, but he can't reach the bottle to his mouth since his hands are restrained.
"Little -hiccup- help?"
As Ariel is speaking, he sees someone new in the room, someone who only he can see. It is Annie, the girl he had spoken to twice in the inn. She is standing beside Lyudmila, dressed in the same clothing that Ariel is now wearing, a bottle in her hand, a glaze in her eyes, grinning conceitedly.
She takes a drink from the bottle and sways as she stands, mocking Ariel with these actions. A set of angel wings then appear on her back, flapping gracefully for a moment before exploding into flames and vanishing, leaving Annie with a now pouting look.
A voice then resonates in Ariel's mind as she speaks to him. fallen angel fool...
Ki looks down the coffin staircase and gulps. She nods and holds onto Vernon's belt as they descend down the staircase, leading into a series of underground tunnels that seem to form a necropolis, judging by the many tombs and coffins.
Vernon feels his heart sink in his chest, but doesn't allow his dread to be seen by Ki. She no doubt needed him to be a pillar of strength, regardless of his newly acknowledge distaste for ancient burial grounds. He stands ever so still for some time, Ki clinging to his belt, while his eyes dart in search of direction through the many dark avenues of the necropolis.
"Ki, did you know this was down here?" Unfortunate to his efforts in maintaining integrity and willingness to keep Ki calm with a sense of security, he hears the shaken tone in his own voice.
As Silas completes his very vocal monologue, the a blue floating circle appears around the chalice on the altar. The chalice suddenly catapults itself forward towards Silas by itself. Barely missing the giant sword and flying right above his head. The chalice and circle surrounding it smashes against the wall of the Church, above the door into little pieces.
A quiet hissing voice eerily echoes through the Church. "Quiet, moron..."
Someone clearly wants their sleep.
"Ugh, this too?" he hisses, his voice little more than a whisper.
Annie smiles with acceptance, receiving the blow that breaks her jaw as her head cracks loudly against the wall behind her. While her own blood spills from her mouth and head she laughs as if enjoying the pain.
"Do it again!" She beckons him, laying back on the table with arms stretched open for more. "Get me, Boris, get me! Do it, Boris, do it!" As she cheers him on blood splutters from her broken mouth, onto his face and into his own mouth.
Once Silas hears the voice of Niamh telling him to be quiet, the voice of Annie begins to laugh mockingly in Silas's head, and tells him - My silly dear, my silly dear, now look what you've gone and done. But no, not at all, please don't stop. Sing me a tune! Sing me a tune! I will make you a fool for my love...
As Ariel is speaking, he sees someone new in the room, someone who only he can see. It is Annie, the girl he had spoken to twice in the inn. She is standing beside Lyudmila, dressed in the same clothing that Ariel is now wearing, a bottle in her hand, a glaze in her eyes, grinning conceitedly.
She takes a drink from the bottle and sways as she stands, mocking Ariel with these actions. A set of angel wings then appear on her back, flapping gracefully for a moment before exploding into flames and vanishing, leaving Annie with a now pouting look.
A voice then resonates in Ariel's mind as she speaks to him. fallen angel fool...
Vernon feels his heart sink in his chest, but doesn't allow his dread to be seen by Ki. She no doubt needed him to be a pillar of strength, regardless of his newly acknowledge distaste for ancient burial grounds. He stands ever so still for some time, Ki clinging to his belt, while his eyes dart in search of direction through the many dark avenues of the necropolis.
"Ki, did you know this was down here?" Unfortunate to his efforts in maintaining integrity and willingness to keep Ki calm with a sense of security, he hears the shaken tone in his own voice.
"You'll never take me..." he says to himself under his breath. Nevertheless he does change from a hum to a whistle. Not for Annie but for his own sake.
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Vernon feels his heart sink in his chest, but doesn't allow his dread to be seen by Ki. She no doubt needed him to be a pillar of strength, regardless of his newly acknowledge distaste for ancient burial grounds. He stands ever so still for some time, Ki clinging to his belt, while his eyes dart in search of direction through the many dark avenues of the necropolis.
"Ki, did you know this was down here?" Unfortunate to his efforts in maintaining integrity and willingness to keep Ki calm with a sense of security, he hears the shaken tone in his own voice.
Ki looks at Vernon with a confused expression - though Vernon can't see because Ki is behind him, and says, with her usual, silent voice. "...no."
A strange, echoing noise reverberates through the Necropolis, causing Ki to cling more to Vernon due to being scared.
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Renard gritted his teeth, irritated. He still hadn't been let go, and it was all probably because of the drunkard. He made a mental note to figure out how to resist the magical chains in the future.
Renard glanced at Ariel, who seemed to be staring at Lyudmila, or something next to her.
He sighed. "Can the kid provide back-scratching services too?"
Annie smiles with acceptance, receiving the blow that breaks her jaw as her head cracks loudly against the wall behind her. While her own blood spills from her mouth and head she laughs as if enjoying the pain.
"Do it again!" She beckons him, laying back on the table with arms stretched open for more. "Get me, Boris, get me! Do it, Boris, do it!" As she cheers him on blood splutters from her broken mouth, onto his face and into his own mouth.
Boris gets a good feeling when he feels Annie's jaw break beneath the pressure of his punch, and the sound of her head cracking against the wall excites him. The taste of her blood splattering into his mouth as she talks to him stimulates his aggression even more. He didn't even need to listen to what she was saying, he was losing control anyway. Getting up on the table he sat on her, knees on either side of her body as he continued pounding her face with his fist with all his might. When her face had turned to pulpy mess, he still wasn't satisfied, so he grabbed her by both ears, using them as handles as he lifted her head then slammed it back down on to the table over and over again as hard as he could, until it sounded like he was slapping raw meat against the timber of the tabletop.
Eventually, he ran out of enthusiasm and rested, looking down at her mangled head with a grin on his face and the taste of her blood in his mouth. But now came the part that he liked the most, the part that got him the reputation as "Boris the Bonecrusher": Lifting one of her hands he bit off her fingers and chewed them, crushing the bones and meat between his teeth until they were ready to be swallowed. He gulped it down and released a loud breath of satisfaction.
As Ariel is speaking, he sees someone new in the room, someone who only he can see. It is Annie, the girl he had spoken to twice in the inn. She is standing beside Lyudmila, dressed in the same clothing that Ariel is now wearing, a bottle in her hand, a glaze in her eyes, grinning conceitedly.
She takes a drink from the bottle and sways as she stands, mocking Ariel with these actions. A set of angel wings then appear on her back, flapping gracefully for a moment before exploding into flames and vanishing, leaving Annie with a now pouting look.
A voice then resonates in Ariel's mind as she speaks to him. fallen angel fool...
Even in his mind altered state, Ariel is freaked out by what he is seeing. He remembers Annie from the inn but, because of the condition he is in, he manages to almost convince himself that his brain was playing tricks on him, as he heard that drinking too much can do that to some peoples minds. But just to make sure it wasn't real, he looks at Lyudmila and Renard, somewhat confused, and asks;
"Can either of you two see a little girl standing right there? That... that girl from the inn earlier?" He points to the spot Annie is standing.
Name: Curi
Species: Human
Appearance: She is 5 foot 7. Light emerald eyes, Ash colored hair. Pallid skin.
Abilities: Life draining. this is done by touching another life force, and the abilty, liek the others, can be turned on and off at will. (The more life energy drained by touching a life source, the more replenished she becomes, but she has not yet reached the strength where draining all life from another human is possible, for she is still getting stronger. For now she can however drain all the life from small animals and plants for energy.) Healing. This is done by a light that is cast from her hands (Small wounds mainly, but healing drains her life force and makes her weaker, the bigger the wound the more life that is drained from her. She will then need to replace her own energy by taking it from something else.) Concussive waves. (To send out an invisible wave that shatters things, weak at first, stronger as she gets to be a more powerful mage) Forcefield. (Big enough to cover a few people, although only stopping small things and slow down larger attacks, grows stronger and drains less energy from her as she becomes more powerful over time as well. the forcefield will only lasts a few seconds, but will last longer as she gets stronger.)
Special Weaknesses (If any): Already stated.
Items they have: Just the clothes she is wearing for now. any other items will be shared in her backstory.
Backstory (Optional): Will be told once the application is accepted by the GM.
Other: Relys on draining life from other things to sustain her body. Does not eat regular food.
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Even in his mind altered state, Ariel is freaked out by what he is seeing. He remembers Annie from the inn but, because of the condition he is in, he manages to almost convince himself that his brain was playing tricks on him, as he heard that drinking too much can do that to some peoples minds. But just to make sure it wasn't real, he looks at Lyudmila and Renard, somewhat confused, and asks;
"Can either of you two see a little girl standing right there? That... that girl from the inn earlier?" He points to the spot Annie is standing.
Renard gives Ariel a strange look.
"How 'bout you sober up before you start causing any more trouble? Somebody get this guy some water," he says.
Renard gritted his teeth, irritated. He still hadn't been let go, and it was all probably because of the drunkard. He made a mental note to figure out how to resist the magical chains in the future.
Renard glanced at Ariel, who seemed to be staring at Lyudmila, or something next to her.
He sighed. "Can the kid provide back-scratching services too?"
Maras pulls a Trident out of his cloak.
"Of course I can!"
Boris gets a good feeling when he feels Annie's jaw break beneath the pressure of his punch, and the sound of her head cracking against the wall excites him. The taste of her blood splattering into his mouth as she talks to him stimulates his aggression even more. He didn't even need to listen to what she was saying, he was losing control anyway. Getting up on the table he sat on her, knees on either side of her body as he continued pounding her face with his fist with all his might. When her face had turned to pulpy mess, he still wasn't satisfied, so he grabbed her by both ears, using them as handles as he lifted her head then slammed it back down on to the table over and over again as hard as he could, until it sounded like he was slapping raw meat against the timber of the tabletop.
Eventually, he ran out of enthusiasm and rested, looking down at her mangled head with a grin on his face and the taste of her blood in his mouth. But now came the part that he liked the most, the part that got him the reputation as "Boris the Bonecrusher": Lifting one of her hands he bit off her fingers and chewed them, crushing the bones and meat between his teeth until they were ready to be swallowed. He gulped it down and released a loud breath of satisfaction.
Even in his mind altered state, Ariel is freaked out by what he is seeing. He remembers Annie from the inn but, because of the condition he is in, he manages to almost convince himself that his brain was playing tricks on him, as he heard that drinking too much can do that to some peoples minds. But just to make sure it wasn't real, he looks at Lyudmila and Renard, somewhat confused, and asks;
"Can either of you two see a little girl standing right there? That... that girl from the inn earlier?" He points to the spot Annie is standing.
Lyudmila looks besides herself, then looks at Ariel strange.
"I'm pretty sure you're hallucinating."
Name: Curi
Species: Human
Appearance: She is 5 foot 7. Light emerald eyes, Ash colored hair. Pallid skin.
Abilities: Life draining. this is done by touching another life force, and the abilty, liek the others, can be turned on and off at will. (The more life energy drained by touching a life source, the more replenished she becomes, but she has not yet reached the strength where draining all life from another human is possible, for she is still getting stronger. For now she can however drain all the life from small animals and plants for energy.) Healing. This is done by a light that is cast from her hands (Small wounds mainly, but healing drains her life force and makes her weaker, the bigger the wound the more life that is drained from her. She will then need to replace her own energy by taking it from something else.) Concussive waves. (To send out an invisible wave that shatters things, weak at first, stronger as she gets to be a more powerful mage) Forcefield. (Big enough to cover a few people, although only stopping small things and slow down larger attacks, grows stronger and drains less energy from her as she becomes more powerful over time as well. the forcefield will only lasts a few seconds, but will last longer as she gets stronger.)
Special Weaknesses (If any): Already stated.
Items they have: Just the clothes she is wearing for now. any other items will be shared in her backstory.
Backstory (Optional): Will be told once the application is accepted by the GM.
Other: Relys on draining life from other things to sustain her body. Does not eat regular food.
Maras pulls a Trident out of his cloak.
"Of course I can!"
He then proceeds to slowly approach Renard.
"Oh, man, you're always coming through for me, thanks! Shoulda told me you made backscratchers in addition to your weapons," remarks Renard.
"Now, it's feeling mighty itchy around the top right part of my back..."
Jord, bored by what's happening, decided it would be a good idea to see what would happen if he broke a leg from a bench and threw it towards the altar.
Niamh is rudely awoken by someone throwing a wooden leg at the altar and crashing into the marble structure on the wall behind it.
She sits up and pokes her sleepy head over the altar. She sees this strange man (ooc: Jord) standing nearer. He must be the person who did it, she deduces.
One by one, each item on the altar such as religious books, candles, wine glasses and the candles and tall holders to the side form small and faint blue magic circles.
The circles waver from a faint tint to bright blue. The inscriptions on them slowly changing. They make a quiet humming sound. It's a weak spell. Both a limitation of a tired mage and a mage who cannot handle large amount of spells at once.
Then one by one, each object gets flung at Jord's general direction. Some stuff hit him in the chest and legs and such, most miss him and crash against the floors and pews. Regardless it isn't a very strong "throw".
She gives a very angry expression, although that's a bit hard to see since half of her face is covered in hair.
As she lies about in the top branches of the tree and the world of adrenaline calms down inside her, Chisille begins to feel the cold sting of the air around her. The snow gently resting on the tree's leaves don't help with this unfortunately. A little shiver runs up her spine. 'At least I can't freeze to death... not right now. I need to go find a warm place later though. I can't stay up here forever.'
Once the thought of cold was out of the way she began thinking about other things that she had just done, where she could be, where the others could be, and who is going to try and plunge their sharp spears of metal into her throat. The second question was the one she tried to answer first. Looking down there was a set of imprints in the snow below her. 'So I came from there and... then I went...' She tried to remember what directions she took, but it was all a blur and she couldn't see the footprints behind some of the houses. She gave up on that.
'They'll find me... I should keep moving... get away from them all. Or give them a fire. Give them lots of fire if they try to get up here. Make them think twice about calling a hunt against me.' She thought. A weary sigh escaped from her at the image in her mind.
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2 days earlier, Curi was in her rather small house near the edge of town. She lived alone and kept to herself. She was sleeping while she heard the front door get knocked down by something, she grabbed a few butcher knives and iron stoking rods. She went down the stairs to see a rune covered pony with a scythe and bone armour and with a menacing grin. She did her best to fight this beast but in the end she was killed.
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2 days earlier, Curi was in her rather small house near the edge of town. She lived alone and kept to herself. She was sleeping while she heard the front door get knocked down by something, she grabbed a few butcher knives and iron stoking rods. She went down the stairs to see a rune covered pony with a scythe and bone armour and with a menacing grin. She did her best to fight this beast but in the end she was killed.
When Curi dies, she sees a bright purple light in the dark void of what was apparently death. A voice speaks from the purple light, and says:
Hello, Curi. Do not be afraid, you are only dead. I... I am the God of contrivance, among other things. My name is... uh, nevermind, just call me Revel for now. I have been watching you throughout your life and was looking forward to being entertained by your life. But alas... your time was cut short by a pony. For which I am dearly disappointed. I am therefore offering you an alternative to death.
I wish to put your spirit back into your body, that you may be... well... I guess you could call it, alive again. Then you will be able to continue your life, and I will get the entertainment I have been hoping for from you. Hoooooowever... doing this may cause a few.... issues for you. Your body will no longer be, as they say, alive. You will be... undead. Because of this, you will forever need to drain life from other living things in order to keep your physical body alive. Apart from this small issue, you will be pretty much, for all intents and purposes, your old self again, with all the other abilities you were born with originally. Abilities, I might add, which all be awoken at the moment of your Resurrection.
All I ask in return for this favor is that you live a full life and entertain me with your doings. So... what do say you, Curi? Do you wish to remain dead? Or do you wish to accept my gift?"
OOC: just making a note that Star asked for some assistance in getting his new characters backstory and introduction into town going, and I was happy to help since he had a good idea for his character, and it gave me an opportunity to create another char of my own as well. I won't be able to use my own character in the main plot of the RP, because he is a God, but it was fun anyway.
When Curi dies, she sees a bright purple light in the dark void of what was apparently death. A voice speaks from the purple light, and says:
Hello, Curi. Do not be afraid, you are only dead. I... I am the God of contrivance, among other things. My name is... uh, nevermind, just call me Revel for now. I have been watching you throughout your life and was looking forward to being entertained by your life. But alas... your time was cut short by a pony. For which I am dearly disappointed. I am therefore offering you an alternative to death.
I wish to put your spirit back into your body, that you may be... well... I guess you could call it, alive again. Then you will be able to continue your life, and I will get the entertainment I have been hoping for from you. Hoooooowever... doing this may cause a few.... issues for you. Your body will no longer be, as they say, alive. You will be... undead. Because of this, you will forever need to drain life from other living things in order to keep your physical body alive. Apart from this small issue, you will be pretty much, for all intents and purposes, your old self again, with all the other abilities you were born with originally. Abilities, I might add, which all be awoken at the moment of your Resurrection.
All I ask in return for this favor is that you live a full life and entertain me with your doings. So... what do say you, Curi? Do you wish to remain dead? Or do you wish to accept my gift?"
Curi took all of this in with a degree of amazement. She didn't say anything until 'Revel' was done speaking. "I accept, though what will these new abilities be?" she asked simply, she just hoped that this purple light wasn't a demon, or even worse: The Devil in disguise.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
Curi took all of this in with a degree of amazement. She didn't say anything until 'Revel' was done speaking. "I accept, though what will these new abilities be?" she asked simply, she just hoped that this purple light wasn't a demon, or even worse: The Devil in disguise.
"Hohohoho" Revel chuckles; "You misunderstand. See, The only new ability you will have is draining life from other forms of life to keep your body alive. The other abilities that will awake upon your resurrection... well, they were already yours. You just didn't know it until now. But hey, I will not tell you what those abilities are, it will be a sincere pleasure of mine to watch you discover them for yourself.
Curi, I am glad you have accepted my offer. You make an old God happy again. Now go, rise from your death. But please be careful breaking out of your coffin, those nails can be mean.
Will be seeing you around. Take care now.... And try not to die again."
Curi awakens inside of the enclosed dark space of a coffin. She is confused, the last thing she remembers is being killed by a rampaging runed pony. She then remembers her conversation with Revel as well. She feels the wood of the coffin, and starts to punch at it, giving a few blows at it. It takes awhile, but eventually she finds herself out of the coffin. Its still dark, she feels along the walls, finding the handle to a door. She gives it a slight turn and the door opens, revealing a graveyard. What she does next is proceeding to drain the life of the nearest tree, she grabs one of its branches firmly and drains its life, leaving the graveyard looking slightly more dead.
Lyudmila stares dumbfounded at Ariel's outburst regarding Chisille.
"Second-Hand Angel but first-rate moron it seems."
"Yeah I don't think it's a good idea to let the two of you go and search for the dragon. Maybe you should-"
Lyudmila is interrupted by Betty's plea.
"Well, I fear that you'd kill those two if I set you free, but..."
Before Lyudmila can finish her sentence, a shadowy hand reaches out from the ceiling, and removes the chains around Betty, tying them around Ariel instead. Both Maras and Lyudmila stop with what they're doing as this happens.
"Nevermind then. I've been officially overruled here. Want me to come along, Betty? Maras can keep an eye on these two."
As Silas completes his very vocal monologue, the a blue floating circle appears around the chalice on the altar. The chalice suddenly catapults itself forward towards Silas by itself. Barely missing the giant sword and flying right above his head. The chalice and circle surrounding it smashes against the wall of the Church, above the door into little pieces.
A quiet hissing voice eerily echoes through the Church.
"Quiet, moron..."
Someone clearly wants their sleep.
- C.C.
Of course, had Ariel actually been sober, he wouldn't have said what he said about the pitchforks when he saw the dragon, but in his current state, he had minimal control over his actions and what he considered a prudent thing to say. At the very least, he was a happy drunk, even though his judgment on what made a good joke was inhibited, and thought everything he said was hilarious.
"Oh, come-on!" Ariel struggles for half a second to wriggle from the chains, but to no give. "Give an angel a break, would ya, I've never had a drink before, it's a new experience for m-" His sentence is interrupted by the rise of hiccups. "Oh, wow -Hiccup- so dis is whad the hiccu -Hiccup- are like. I hate them -Hiccup"
Ariel tries for another drink to break the hiccup cycle, but he can't reach the bottle to his mouth since his hands are restrained.
"Little -hiccup- help?"
Ki looks down the coffin staircase and gulps. She nods and holds onto Vernon's belt as they descend down the staircase, leading into a series of underground tunnels that seem to form a necropolis, judging by the many tombs and coffins.
Annie smiles with acceptance, receiving the blow that breaks her jaw as her head cracks loudly against the wall behind her. While her own blood spills from her mouth and head she laughs as if enjoying the pain.
"Do it again!" She beckons him, laying back on the table with arms stretched open for more. "Get me, Boris, get me! Do it, Boris, do it!" As she cheers him on blood splutters from her broken mouth, onto his face and into his own mouth.
Once Silas hears the voice of Niamh telling him to be quiet, the voice of Annie begins to laugh mockingly in Silas's head, and tells him - My silly dear, my silly dear, now look what you've gone and done. But no, not at all, please don't stop. Sing me a tune! Sing me a tune! I will make you a fool for my love...
As Ariel is speaking, he sees someone new in the room, someone who only he can see. It is Annie, the girl he had spoken to twice in the inn. She is standing beside Lyudmila, dressed in the same clothing that Ariel is now wearing, a bottle in her hand, a glaze in her eyes, grinning conceitedly.
She takes a drink from the bottle and sways as she stands, mocking Ariel with these actions. A set of angel wings then appear on her back, flapping gracefully for a moment before exploding into flames and vanishing, leaving Annie with a now pouting look.
A voice then resonates in Ariel's mind as she speaks to him. fallen angel fool...
Vernon feels his heart sink in his chest, but doesn't allow his dread to be seen by Ki. She no doubt needed him to be a pillar of strength, regardless of his newly acknowledge distaste for ancient burial grounds. He stands ever so still for some time, Ki clinging to his belt, while his eyes dart in search of direction through the many dark avenues of the necropolis.
"Ki, did you know this was down here?" Unfortunate to his efforts in maintaining integrity and willingness to keep Ki calm with a sense of security, he hears the shaken tone in his own voice.
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"Ugh, this too?" he hisses, his voice little more than a whisper.
"You'll never take me..." he says to himself under his breath. Nevertheless he does change from a hum to a whistle. Not for Annie but for his own sake.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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Ki looks at Vernon with a confused expression - though Vernon can't see because Ki is behind him, and says, with her usual, silent voice. "...no."
A strange, echoing noise reverberates through the Necropolis, causing Ki to cling more to Vernon due to being scared.
Renard gritted his teeth, irritated. He still hadn't been let go, and it was all probably because of the drunkard. He made a mental note to figure out how to resist the magical chains in the future.
Renard glanced at Ariel, who seemed to be staring at Lyudmila, or something next to her.
He sighed. "Can the kid provide back-scratching services too?"
Boris gets a good feeling when he feels Annie's jaw break beneath the pressure of his punch, and the sound of her head cracking against the wall excites him. The taste of her blood splattering into his mouth as she talks to him stimulates his aggression even more. He didn't even need to listen to what she was saying, he was losing control anyway. Getting up on the table he sat on her, knees on either side of her body as he continued pounding her face with his fist with all his might. When her face had turned to pulpy mess, he still wasn't satisfied, so he grabbed her by both ears, using them as handles as he lifted her head then slammed it back down on to the table over and over again as hard as he could, until it sounded like he was slapping raw meat against the timber of the tabletop.
Eventually, he ran out of enthusiasm and rested, looking down at her mangled head with a grin on his face and the taste of her blood in his mouth. But now came the part that he liked the most, the part that got him the reputation as "Boris the Bonecrusher": Lifting one of her hands he bit off her fingers and chewed them, crushing the bones and meat between his teeth until they were ready to be swallowed. He gulped it down and released a loud breath of satisfaction.
Even in his mind altered state, Ariel is freaked out by what he is seeing. He remembers Annie from the inn but, because of the condition he is in, he manages to almost convince himself that his brain was playing tricks on him, as he heard that drinking too much can do that to some peoples minds. But just to make sure it wasn't real, he looks at Lyudmila and Renard, somewhat confused, and asks;
"Can either of you two see a little girl standing right there? That... that girl from the inn earlier?" He points to the spot Annie is standing.
Name: Curi
Species: Human
Appearance: She is 5 foot 7. Light emerald eyes, Ash colored hair. Pallid skin.
Abilities: Life draining. this is done by touching another life force, and the abilty, liek the others, can be turned on and off at will. (The more life energy drained by touching a life source, the more replenished she becomes, but she has not yet reached the strength where draining all life from another human is possible, for she is still getting stronger. For now she can however drain all the life from small animals and plants for energy.) Healing. This is done by a light that is cast from her hands (Small wounds mainly, but healing drains her life force and makes her weaker, the bigger the wound the more life that is drained from her. She will then need to replace her own energy by taking it from something else.) Concussive waves. (To send out an invisible wave that shatters things, weak at first, stronger as she gets to be a more powerful mage) Forcefield. (Big enough to cover a few people, although only stopping small things and slow down larger attacks, grows stronger and drains less energy from her as she becomes more powerful over time as well. the forcefield will only lasts a few seconds, but will last longer as she gets stronger.)
Special Weaknesses (If any): Already stated.
Items they have: Just the clothes she is wearing for now. any other items will be shared in her backstory.
Backstory (Optional): Will be told once the application is accepted by the GM.
Other: Relys on draining life from other things to sustain her body. Does not eat regular food.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Renard gives Ariel a strange look.
"How 'bout you sober up before you start causing any more trouble? Somebody get this guy some water," he says.
Maras pulls a Trident out of his cloak.
"Of course I can!"
He then proceeds to slowly approach Renard
Lyudmila looks besides herself, then looks at Ariel strange.
"I'm pretty sure you're hallucinating."
Accepted
"Oh, man, you're always coming through for me, thanks! Shoulda told me you made backscratchers in addition to your weapons," remarks Renard.
"Now, it's feeling mighty itchy around the top right part of my back..."
Niamh is rudely awoken by someone throwing a wooden leg at the altar and crashing into the marble structure on the wall behind it.
She sits up and pokes her sleepy head over the altar. She sees this strange man (ooc: Jord) standing nearer. He must be the person who did it, she deduces.
One by one, each item on the altar such as religious books, candles, wine glasses and the candles and tall holders to the side form small and faint blue magic circles.
The circles waver from a faint tint to bright blue. The inscriptions on them slowly changing. They make a quiet humming sound. It's a weak spell. Both a limitation of a tired mage and a mage who cannot handle large amount of spells at once.
Then one by one, each object gets flung at Jord's general direction. Some stuff hit him in the chest and legs and such, most miss him and crash against the floors and pews. Regardless it isn't a very strong "throw".
She gives a very angry expression, although that's a bit hard to see since half of her face is covered in hair.
- C.C.
As she lies about in the top branches of the tree and the world of adrenaline calms down inside her, Chisille begins to feel the cold sting of the air around her. The snow gently resting on the tree's leaves don't help with this unfortunately. A little shiver runs up her spine. 'At least I can't freeze to death... not right now. I need to go find a warm place later though. I can't stay up here forever.'
Once the thought of cold was out of the way she began thinking about other things that she had just done, where she could be, where the others could be, and who is going to try and plunge their sharp spears of metal into her throat. The second question was the one she tried to answer first. Looking down there was a set of imprints in the snow below her. 'So I came from there and... then I went...' She tried to remember what directions she took, but it was all a blur and she couldn't see the footprints behind some of the houses. She gave up on that.
'They'll find me... I should keep moving... get away from them all. Or give them a fire. Give them lots of fire if they try to get up here. Make them think twice about calling a hunt against me.' She thought. A weary sigh escaped from her at the image in her mind.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
2 days earlier, Curi was in her rather small house near the edge of town. She lived alone and kept to herself. She was sleeping while she heard the front door get knocked down by something, she grabbed a few butcher knives and iron stoking rods. She went down the stairs to see a rune covered pony with a scythe and bone armour and with a menacing grin. She did her best to fight this beast but in the end she was killed.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
When Curi dies, she sees a bright purple light in the dark void of what was apparently death. A voice speaks from the purple light, and says:
Hello, Curi. Do not be afraid, you are only dead. I... I am the God of contrivance, among other things. My name is... uh, nevermind, just call me Revel for now. I have been watching you throughout your life and was looking forward to being entertained by your life. But alas... your time was cut short by a pony. For which I am dearly disappointed. I am therefore offering you an alternative to death.
I wish to put your spirit back into your body, that you may be... well... I guess you could call it, alive again. Then you will be able to continue your life, and I will get the entertainment I have been hoping for from you. Hoooooowever... doing this may cause a few.... issues for you. Your body will no longer be, as they say, alive. You will be... undead. Because of this, you will forever need to drain life from other living things in order to keep your physical body alive. Apart from this small issue, you will be pretty much, for all intents and purposes, your old self again, with all the other abilities you were born with originally. Abilities, I might add, which all be awoken at the moment of your Resurrection.
All I ask in return for this favor is that you live a full life and entertain me with your doings. So... what do say you, Curi? Do you wish to remain dead? Or do you wish to accept my gift?"
OOC: just making a note that Star asked for some assistance in getting his new characters backstory and introduction into town going, and I was happy to help since he had a good idea for his character, and it gave me an opportunity to create another char of my own as well. I won't be able to use my own character in the main plot of the RP, because he is a God, but it was fun anyway.
Curi took all of this in with a degree of amazement. She didn't say anything until 'Revel' was done speaking. "I accept, though what will these new abilities be?" she asked simply, she just hoped that this purple light wasn't a demon, or even worse: The Devil in disguise.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
"Hohohoho" Revel chuckles; "You misunderstand. See, The only new ability you will have is draining life from other forms of life to keep your body alive. The other abilities that will awake upon your resurrection... well, they were already yours. You just didn't know it until now. But hey, I will not tell you what those abilities are, it will be a sincere pleasure of mine to watch you discover them for yourself.
Curi, I am glad you have accepted my offer. You make an old God happy again. Now go, rise from your death. But please be careful breaking out of your coffin, those nails can be mean.
Will be seeing you around. Take care now.... And try not to die again."
Curi awakens inside of the enclosed dark space of a coffin. She is confused, the last thing she remembers is being killed by a rampaging runed pony. She then remembers her conversation with Revel as well. She feels the wood of the coffin, and starts to punch at it, giving a few blows at it. It takes awhile, but eventually she finds herself out of the coffin. Its still dark, she feels along the walls, finding the handle to a door. She gives it a slight turn and the door opens, revealing a graveyard. What she does next is proceeding to drain the life of the nearest tree, she grabs one of its branches firmly and drains its life, leaving the graveyard looking slightly more dead.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits