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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 10:14 am
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EVERYONE
The first thing one would notice was that they felt incredibly groggy.
It was so bright, and so hazy, and the world seemed to spin unhappily for a moment, especially if they tried to sit themselves up. The ground underneath was oddly moist and full of dew; if they cared to look underneath them, they would realize that they were laying on piles of leaves and foliage and grass.
They were still in the jungle.
It might come to them as if they were waking from a dream; they saw a mansion, they had known it was there, they had been in it! And yet, there was nothing to be seen around them except for other pae, equally as disoriented as they might have been.
After all, they just woke up, nearly piled together in costumes in a jungle.
It seemed they remained relatively near to the others who were exploring with them. That much they would recognize, though remembering much of what they were escorting would have been much like trying to remember a dream, and it became more and more distant the more they came back to the reality around them.
The reality that they were sleeping in a jungle.
Those that had fallen victim to being dragged down chutes or through the floor by a shadowed hand would find that they awoke piled atop each other, a lump of dazed and confused pae'il who may have wanted to separated as quickly as possible. For each that laid there, there was a floating candle, swirling around their heads until grasped.
A few would find that they woke up with something cold on their chests, smooth like it had been finely crafted -- and indeed, some would find an ornate key, familiar to some and new to others. Some others would find additional items, the things they had picked up from the mansion and had held onto afterwards -- kunai, papers, stuffed bears and otherwise.
But they were just in a jungle, right?
The rakshasha would know better. They could look just behind them and see the mansion still standing, still abuzz with voices and activity.
But no one else knew, and no one else saw.
This was just an ordinary jungle ground.
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Twitch, Seru, Ru, Fal, Nefret: Congratulations! Minuette, Kylinari, Morena, Xenia, and Aella wake up with keys! These will unlock doors or chests, leading to prizes. More on this in a bit.
Teig, Seru, Fea, Ala, Wolf: Congratulations! Not only do Nightwing, Granny Smith, Prisma, Zaden, and Eleora awake in a pile, they also gain a spirit candle! This is a generally spooky candle which can be added to a future breeding for special edits!
Irish and Ru: Briosca and Morena remain possessed! Oh no! Please continue to follow the guidelines given to you during the event!
Breeding children will be announced shortly. Stay tuned!
This is the end of GM direct interaction in this event! This ORP will remain open for a week for reactions to this post and wrapping up what your pae were doing here (perhaps to lead into other RPs)! |
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 10:40 am
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 Outside Mansion
Aella came to slowly, blinking through the blurriness in her vision. For several moments, she just lied on the ground, trying to get her bearings. Slowly but surely, the memories came back. She could remember eating at a buffet, getting a drink. There was something about a Naiad boggarting the booze and dancing shadows. The harpy groaned as she sat up, bringing a hand to her head. As she moved, something cold fell into her lap. She looked down to see an ornate. She picked it up, studying it for a long moment. She looked around, trying to find the lock the key would open and noticed the others lying around. "This is what I get for partying too hard." "Aella muttered, rubbing her forehead. Part of her was tempted to look for her companion from before, but it wasn't like there was much point. Now that there was no more food or alcohol there wasn't much point in sticking around. Still, she couldn't quite remember where she was. "Can anyone point me back to Ithyl forest?" The winged Pae'il asked in a groggy voice. She looked back at the key in her hand, wondering what to do with it. Meh, might as well. She thought, tucking it in her threadbare satchel. It could be useful eventually. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 11:11 am
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Prisma Extremely, in the jungle with a pae pile!
Prisma had been about to go on a funny fun fun fun ride extremely, then something grabbed her, she saw the figure of Lisandru quickly disappear before her and then......nothing. She couldn't remember anything after that. Next thing she knew, she was waking up, somewhere between a pile of pae, her head feeling groggy and her eyes sleepy. "Oh what happened extremely....." she said with a yawn, wiggling and squiggling herself awake.
Her eyes popped open, only to see the hoof of...someone..in her face....and a tail? Wings? "Oh!" she exclaimed then began giggling, making the pile wiggle more as she started to squirm herself free. She plopped onto the ground, squirming like a worm to free her feet before she was finally able to stand up. Shoving her arms high into the air, she stretched huge, blinking and looking around at all the....sleeping? pae. Or well at least it looked like some were starting to wake up. And no more mansion either. She had just been in a mansion, it was certainly real enough, but now it was gone? "Guess party is over now....house go bye bye!" she said softly to herself before something caught her attention.
"CANDLE!" she gasped, reached out and snatched it up, then giggled extremely. "Where did you comey come come come from silly willy light stick?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 11:36 am
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Feral could only watch helplessly as the rod was shoved deep into his shoulder, pinning him to the wall. He knew this wasn't his wife. It was her body, but it wasn't her doing the actions. Someone had stolen her body, her mind and her will, he could see it in her eyes. The light sparkling hope of Brisoca's gaze and smile wasn't there that moment. It was somewhere, far far away. Still there, glimmering faintly but still distant. "Bree.....I will...save you." he muttered through gritted teeth as the rod was shoved deeper and deeper.
His mind became hazy after that. He watched her skip off, then his vision began to fade. He heard a scream... a familiar voice....but not Brisoca's. Was it......no.... Ra'tari? She wasn't at the party....was she? The wild patterned prince couldn't tell. Reality was slipping from him as quickly as the blood spilling down his arm. And then darkness engulfed him and he was gone from the world.
The prince awoke next, on the ground with a group of pae'il who had all no doubt come to the party to have a grand time. And yet here they all were, on the floor of the jungle, with no mansion to be seen. Had it been all a dream? "Brisoca!" Feral gasped, sitting up only to find a shooting throbbing pain in his shoulder and his hand clamped down over the warm bleeding hole instinctively.
So it wasn't a dream......then what had happened?
"Bree..... I must....find Bree...." he muttered to himself, shoving himself to his hooves, swaying lightly as he gritted through the pain and glanced around for his wife.
Ra'tari had been enjoying the show and the possession of the sickly sweet thing, at least until she shoved a rod through her master's arm. The Rak did the only thing she could think of. Scream and attempt to rush to her master's aid, flinging Sombra aside for the moment, but she couldn't remember much else. After that, it was as if her memories ceased to exist. There was only darkness, and the Rakshasha found herself waking up from the ground, just as the rest of the pae.
Her dress and bow were muddied, some of the pins she had shoved into the fabric for effect were now strewn about on the floor, but none of that mattered. She got to her feet, tail swishing, hand pressed against her head as she attempted to catch her bearings.Most of the pae seemed confused, and some rainbow idiot was even muttering the house had gone 'bye bye'. Ra'tari turned around, seeing the house still quite there, still bustling with activity from the spirits inside. A low growl echoed in her throat at the sight and she let out a hiss as she glanced around for her master.
"Feral...." she uttered, reaching out towards him but paused. No. The damage had been done. Healing would bring him back in no time but her.........her.
Oh she would kill her. She would kill her then consume her flesh when she got her hands on that fae. Where....was....that.....fae.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 11:07 pm
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 "Outside" mansion
It all happened too fast for Xenia to even comprehend - she remembered asking Kratox if he wanted to move back to the party area for a drink, then suddenly black.
Groaning, Xenia winced a little, eyes squinting into the...day. Wait, wasn't she in the- A quick turn of her head caused her to wince and squeak in pain. The mansion! She was at the attic of the-
"Oh..." she muttered as she stared at the empty space where she thought the mansion was. Strange, she swore she was in a mansion. Not in the jungle still in costume. Then why in the world is she wearing a costume in the first place if there was no mansion? A tiny part in her mind tells her where she was was the truth, the rest tells her it is just a very vividly, bad dream.
Shaking her head, she attempted to rub the back of her skull and to sit up to spread her wings when she realised she was in a pile of Pae'il. 'Oh great...' She gently shuffled a little then squeaked again when something poked at her left side. Looking to where she was jabbed, she blinked at the shiny key that lay just beside her - she must have dropped it when she tried to push herself up. Picking it up, she squirmed her way out of the pile, careful of all the limbs of other Pae (she might have seen Kratos in there somewhere) and stood up on shaky legs. Blinking, she stared at the key then to the empty space.
"A dream...must be a dream..." she noted the other Pae all looking around confused and sighed, looking back down at the key, twisting it in her hand and admiring the pattern there. |
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