M00K
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Retired
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OOC Username: M00K
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Post by M00K on Jun 11, 2022 0:43:11 GMT 9
The smell of lavender leads you here. Soft. Subtle. Vanilla tinged with bitterness.
The persistent mist of the Timberlands thins and dissipates as you arrive in a clearing filled with dead leaves, where a quest marker had led you to find a casket waiting at its center.
Twigs crunch like permafrost beneath your feet as you approach the marble mausoleum. The inside of the casket is heaped with dried flowers. The smell is not quite lavender, you think, but you can't place precisely what it is. It settles at the back of your mind, an unhappy worm of half-remembered history.
A young woman is inside, wreathed in dead blossoms. She does not appear to be deadâ just sleeping. Her chest rises and falls, and her soft-lashed eyes are closed in slumber. It is clear some strange status has afflicted her. Across her forehead is a simple circlet, as if she is the child of some long-forgotten king.
Her skin is cold to the touch.
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Peace Maker
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Player Character
Posts: 48
Trainer Class: Swimmer
Player Name: Nikoli Paladeki
OOC Username: Strawberry
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Post by Peace Maker on Jun 11, 2022 1:18:58 GMT 9
It should surprise absolutely no one that Peace was the first one to stumble upon a sleeping princess(?). The man was very good at getting into trouble and stumbling into situations he shouldn't be in. In fact, Peace isn't even aware the casket is there until he happens to wander close enough for the quest details to pop up. He had been too busy examining the impressive texture and detail of a nearby tree.
"Wake the princess." He reads out loud. Peering inside, Peace tilts his head at the whole 'lovely lady with flowers' thing. He'd read this story to his own song and grand-kids many times before; you were supposed to kiss the girl awake. Then her true love prince would sweep her off her feet.
Nikoli was uncomfortable with the idea of kissing someone without their permission so that was already off the table. He sincerely hoped that wasn't the correct solution to this puzzle or he would need to call one of the writers into his office and give a very firm lecture on 'consent'.
And yet, maybe the actions he was about to take was stranger. Peace reached out to touch her cheek with the back of his hand, frowning at how cold she was. That was the first order of business, then! Calling Abby out of her pokeball, the Scorbunny gave a giant yawn before flopping over, passed out and asleep as usual. Peace was careful to make sure his pokemon was tucked into his arms so she didn't fall and get hurt.
While sleepy, the Scorbunny was small and warm. It reminded him of the stuffed frog he could heat up in the microwave to help his granddaughter fall asleep. So, his first order of business was to pluck away a few of the flowers around the woman and clear her hands. Abby was laid down on the woman's chest and he adjusted her arms, slowly and gently, so she was hugging the Scorbunny like a plushie.
Yes! Great!
Now to actually... try and wake her up.
Since kissing was off the table, the next best option was some loud and obnoxious noise. Yet, again, Nikoli couldn't help but think of his granddaughter. Chime was a sensitive child. Ever since the accident with her mom and brother, she'd been nervous. Only three and still so anxious. She hated loud noises and sudden movements. Waking her up was always a struggle; if you did it too fast or too sudden she would wake up crying and shaking in fear.
So, Nikoli mentally crossed that out, too. There would be no sudden shaking her or yelling her name. But what options did he have left?
Well... since he was thinking so much of Chime, why not treat this woman like her? It would be kind of weird, but it shouldn't be that hard! And if it didn't work, it didn't work! That was fine. He could still say he tried.
Shaking himself out and clearing his throat, Peace worked to worm his arms under the princess. She was heavier than a three year old and a lot bigger, but he was a buff enough guy even in his physical body. With a grunt she was picked up in a bridal carry, one arm hooked under her legs and the other behind her back. Turning around, he sat on the ground with his back against the casket and his legs stretched out in front of him.
Shifting the woman slowly, Peace held her in his arms like he could hold his granddaughter. Secure and tight, with her head laying against his shoulder. She was curled up some on the ground and in his lap, now, but that was okay! One arm he kept around her to keep her upright and stable. The other he started to pat and rub her back.
Rocking side to side in a steady rhythm, Peace started out by humming a simple little tune. This grew until he was muttering words, and then soon he was just singing them in her ear.
"Thiiiis is your... wake- up - song! Your nice little... wake- up- song!" He wasn't a wordsmith but the basic lyrics worked for a toddler so they would work here. The idea was to pull her out of sleep slowly, not to make her jerk awake all at once. Abby was still in the woman's arms and now pressed between their chests, still snoozing. The Scorbunny wiggled and got into a more comfy position, a small smile curling on her bunny mouth.
And Peace would continue. Patting and singing to the princess just like he did to his own princess back home. |
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Lucky Guy
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Soldier, Poet, King
Player Character
Posts: 359
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Lucky Guy
OOC Username: AleDog#9110
Arena Points: 30
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Post by Lucky Guy on Jun 11, 2022 2:30:26 GMT 9
Lucky was surprised to find a girl like this out in the woods. Of all things he'd find in the spooky forest on a quest, the picture of a fairy tail was not among the top of the list. Lucky checked around the clearing first and foremost-was anyone around? There didn't seem to be, though he could see traces of small white fur around-perhaps that of a cat or a rodent.
And now his job was to wake the girl. He could think of it for but a moment before getting a brilliant idea. Lucky nabbed the PokĂŠball at his side and tossed it forth, revealing the bulky form of Pluto, his Machoke.
"Ay, Pluto! It looks like she's had a bucket too many. Give this girl a Wake Up Slap, would'nt you?" The plan was perfect. He had just the PokĂŠmon move for this occasion!
Pluto looked at him like he was stupid. As he did, Lucky frankly started to feel stupid.
"...N-no? You aren't gonna... You know what? Right. I get you." It seems as if this wasn't a puzzle such as that. At the very least, Pluto seemed so unwilling that Lucky didn't even bother asking if he wanted to try using Smelling Salts. This problem had to be solved in some other way he wasn't getting. Maybe an item he had would help? No, he still only had a whole lot of poison and gold in his hold.
Lucky thought on what to do for a good while. How do people wake other people up? He hadn't exactly lived with anyone else to find that out. Nobody other than his father, parted ways so few years ago...
He remembered how his father would wake him up in the morning. That man would always come in early in the morning, rise of dawn or dark sky at just shy of nine-thirty to tell him it was time to wake. His father hadn't cared for how late Lucky stayed up, because it was nine-thirty now--time to get up and get at 'em, he would say! Lucky could never forget his father's strong voice, always carrying the scent of motor oil with it. The man was poor, working hard as a mechanic to bring food to the table.
Then he would go make breakfast for him. Lucky would get up in the mornings when he slept well, or stayed in bed, curling into the warm wool blankets on the mornings he didn't. Either way, her dad would always bring him that breakfast and he'd get out of bed after that. Lucky always had the guts to get out of bed after that breakfast.
"If you're not going to give a hand with the field-work, Pluto, help me out with lifting, instead. Help me set up my grill, yeah? And you, lass. You best get up soon. It's just the right time'o day to say hi to the sun! I'll be making you breakfast soon enough," Lucky told her so gently yet firmly, just how his father would. It's how he'd want to be woken up by anyone, and his own experience was all he knew. He had been a little girl as well, back when he had been woken by his father. Maybe this princess would feel the same way that he had.
The cooking may have been a bit rusty. After all, he was no chef. Lucky hadn't had a breakfast like this in the years since he had parted ways with his old pops, since he always woke too late for the meal to feel like it had the heart in it that his father's cooking had.
Lucky could make the bacon and sausage just fine, as meat was thankfully malleable in this game, and the eggs he had on hand-those were fried with the grease that came from the meat. He had thankfully just found beans just around in the wild-west town to bake, though they weren't the same as he had been used to eating as a kid. Mushrooms he knew like the back of his hand, and thankfully he could find some labeled as edible in this very forest. He set them next to the tomatoes he had grilled up-they were just a bit burnt.
There wasn't a way to make a dollop of black pudding in the game as it stood. That was a damn shame, but he understood why. The game was Jaoanese, after all. Lucky could only hope that the slightly overdone bubble and squeak he fried up would work just as well in the absence of it. The tea was something he thought he'd lacked, but that wasn't quite the case. As it turned out, the not-quite lavender blooms had worked just fine to make a cup or two. The taste wasn't the usual black, but he liked the floral change for once... after a bit of sweetener was added, anyway.
"I've got your breakfast, dear. How about we eat together? It's time to get up and at 'em! We can take a walk after that, yeah? Maybe we could talk about that college you wanted to go to. I... I had a present saved up for ya."
Lucky wondered if this feeling in his chest was how his father felt when watching over his kid. He'd never felt an emotion quite so strong and roiling like this. He doubted that his father felt what he did with such sadness tinging the mood, but he wasn't one to tell what went on in a father's heart. Lucky was only grateful that his dad had felt whatever he did, because it made a memory as happy as this to be relived. Even whn he couldn't replicate his father's strong voice, or his scent of oil, or his big warm heart, the sentiment remained. Even years after departure, even now playing the role of the father, that nostalgic feeling remained the same in the corner of Lucky's heart.
Whether Lucky finished his portion if the breakfast and left, or if the princes should share in this feeling-it was all up to her.
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Ruby
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Lionheart
Player Character
Posts: 178
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Dr. Ruby Walker Ph.D.
OOC Username: Magnere
Arena Points: 70
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Post by Ruby on Jun 11, 2022 8:06:24 GMT 9
Ruby still didn't understand these quest markers. They seemed to lead her towards objectives to be completed, but this one confused her. Just what quest was she on? Had she accepted a quest like this and simply forgotten about it? It wasn't like her to simply forget something this important.
And yet, she continued to carefully make her way through the misty forest. Every step careful not to trip on the twigs and roots considering she couldn't quite see it all that well through the mist. Surprisingly, the mist began to slowly thin as she approached closer to the quest marker. Just where was this leading her? Wherever it was, the anticipation was certainly getting to her.
Eventually, the clearing revealed itself to her as the mist parted and faded away. The smell of lavender hit her like a freight train as if it had been there all along and she was finally noticing it. Eyes wide, Ruby slowly pressed into the opening in the woods, looking around.
Her eyes were drawn to the casket in the middle of the clearing and Ruby felt her breath catch in her chest. This forest was already spooky enough, if it decided to show her a dead body she didn't know how she would handle it. Luckily for her, the woman inside was clearly sleeping, but it opened even more questions. Just who were they? Why were they out here? This was clearly mimicking Sleeping Beauty, that much at least was easy to figure out. Somehow, she figured waking the princess as her quest now told her would be more complicated than just kissing her.
She stood there silent for a moment, thinking. Surely this game wouldn't encourage someone to kiss a sleeping woman, would it? That seemed like a bad idea, given that it was such a personal experience. Perhaps anyone else who had tried this before, simply worked too hard on it? If screaming and making loud noises would have worked, the woman would be awake already. Same with kissing, she would have imagined.
And yet, Ruby couldn't deny that a gentle, affectionate approach almost certainly was the better pathway to success. She stood right by the casket, silent as if in mourning as she looked over the women up and down. Perhaps there was something they were missing. Some unknown truth was the key to her awakening.
A name. The idea struck her all at once. Most people tended to consciously recognize their name being said, even if whoever said it wasn't even talking about them. Their brains have simply been programmed to react to auditory stimuli of names since they were born. Perhaps it would work here as well. It was worth a shot, in any case. But just, what could it even be?
Ruby stood there in silence for a few moments more, eventually reaching out a hand to gently hold the sleeping woman's hand. With a gentle squeeze, she spoke with a soft, gentle tone to her voice. "I don't know who you are, ma'am. But I imagine there are plenty of people waiting for you to wake. The people out there are fascinating, filled with so much love for life and excitement. You're missing out, my dear."
She'd pause once more, another idea slowly forming as she decided to take a risk. It was the only clue she had, after all. "Princess Lavender?" She paused, hoping that the name would encourage some kind of reaction. "It's time to awaken, my dear. There's a whole world to explore. The corruption they spoke of is gone in this area, you are safe now. I'm sure there are people waiting for you, Princess Lavender."
Whether or not the woman would wake or even respond to the name she presumed they might have, Ruby would stay there by her side for a few hours. It's not as if she had anywhere she really needed to go, after all. She had all the time in the world and could wait patiently for the woman to wake on her own. The idea even occurred to her to camp out here with her when the sun began to set. It was a lovely little clearing, after all. Maybe joining her in dreamland for a bit wouldn't be a bad idea. |
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Sarah Lee
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Soldier, Poet, King
The Creed
Posts: 483
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Barack Orama
OOC Username: Ladybug
Arena Points: 35
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Post by Sarah Lee on Jun 12, 2022 12:11:24 GMT 9
Crimson scales crashed through the forest, smashing aside the fallen boughs and leaving deep tracks in the beds of heather.
GRROAAAR!
The creature's reptilian form emerged from the thinning mist as it entered the clearing.
The dragon approached the casket. It loomed over the sleeping princess. Its jagged jaws and cruel eyes settled hungrily upon her lips. It's claws scraped and grabbed at the edge of the casket, almost touching the chilled body of the sleeping princess.
Druddigon leaned down to kiss the princess.
"Halt, foul dragon!" Sarah shouted, arms pumping as she sprinted towards the clearing. She leapt one of the fallen trees and landed in the flowers, her body steaming with exertion and Kindler passion.
She wrinkled her nose as she reached for her weapon. The smell here was overwhelming. Not quite lavender, but rich, floral. It was unpleasantly familiar, like an old girlfriend's perfume. "I am a Hero! she said, breathing through her mouth, "Here to defend the princess and drive your evil presence from this place!"
She flicked her wrist towards the casket, and brilliant light formed into the shape of a second dragon. "Ron! Defeat this savage beast!"
The pair fought with claw and flame over the casket of the dormant princess. Sarah smiled as the air in the clearing grew sweltering, thick with smoke and fury.
The game had made it clear what it wanted. A sleeping princess? That wasn't just textbook, it was storybook, and Sarah was playing her part. For every princess there was a villain, and for every villain the story demanded a hero.
With a mighty burst of flame, Sarah's champion fought off the presumptuous dragon, forcing the monster back into the forest. "Begone!" Sarah shouted, as the assailant crunched away through the underbrush.
Sarah turned to inspect the princess.
The casket was singed, and the clearing was full of the bright scent of crushed flowers. The princess's chest rose and fell slowly. In stories the princess always wakes up once the evil is defeated, Sarah thought, watching for any signs of waking.
"The danger has been vanquished," she said, voice thick with exertion. "You need not hide in dreams any longer, princess." |
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orioncayge
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Bandana Guy
Round 2
Posts: 770
Trainer Class: 
Arena Points: 20
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Post by orioncayge on Jun 12, 2022 14:27:04 GMT 9
"Well Shit."
Orion hovered over the woman, his brown eyes narrowing as he read the quest prompt. This seemed very uh, well in a regular game this would be a very straight forward sort of quest. Gather a potion, break a curse, find a prince, carry a bitch up a mountain, there were a million ways to break a curse like this. However, the rub was that this WASN'T a normal sort of game, this was a Nintendo sanctioned pokemon MMORPG. There could be a million and five different weird esoteric pokemon that had lured her to slumber, hell she could just be on some sort of mega super hypnosis. She was cold as fuck though, almost like a corpse.
He could always give her a smooch, that sort of thing seemed like a relatively family friendly if not kinda questionable way to go about this. She was kind of a fox, so Orion wouldn't mind that too terribly much if it was the solution, but then again it required True Love's first kiss and well, he wasn't sure if he was ready for that kind of commitment after how his last relationship had ended. Not to mention she was virtual, and he was a fighter, it would never work out.
Ruling out the kiss, or maybe just slapping that idea in his mental back pocket in case nothing else worked, he wracked his brain. This was a pokemon game for fucks sake, maybe he needed to use pokemon logic!
For starters, she was cold as ice, which is perfect for sleeping! He would need to fix that, and did so by summoning all of his fire pokemon and setting them on her chest. "Alright boys, don't scorch her, but lets raise the temp about like...20 degreees eh?" His team would yip in affirmation and begin their work, then Orion turned to the secondary issue. She was asleep, and if she was the pokemon "Asleep" he needed to use something to cure her of that condition. He didn't have any special items, nor did any of his pokemon know any special moves, but...
He snapped his fingers and scampered outside the gave, looking around he managed to find a large stick, perhaps a branch if you would. Both words would suffice for what he would try, running back, he snapped through some menus. The crafting updates from Asper for homesteading had been tedious to learn at first, but not impossible to manage now that he'd had some practice, a quick rhythm game later and he was holding a REALLY shitty flute. Maybe a recorder was a better word for it, but all in all, it would work. He perched above the woman, and his pokemon winced in anticipation. Surely this couldn't be good...
If this didn't wake her up, fucking NOTHING would.
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h0lyn3v1l
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Thunderstruck
Player Character
Posts: 45
Trainer Class: 
Player Name: Jacob Harrison
OOC Username: GreySquid
Arena Points: 10
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Post by h0lyn3v1l on Jun 12, 2022 23:45:03 GMT 9
H0LYN3V1L was making his way through the Misty Timberland, trying to look as cool and dramatic as possible, just in case someone happened to walk by. Every once in a while he would stop and stare pensively off into the distance. Yeah, thatâll show them. But he was pulled out of his deep and broody thoughts at the smell ofâŚsomething. He wasnât actually sure what it was. It kind of reminded him of the weird candles his sister would light up any time he burnt dinner, or those bath soaps his mom hoards and never uses. WasâŚwas someone taking a bath nearby? For their own safety, H0LYN3V1L decided he should investigate. Just in case.
He wandered for a bit longer before he came across a mausoleum. âOh cool!â he said as he dashed forward to check it out. Does this mean he can officially say heâs hung out in a graveyard? Hell yeah, girls love that kind of thing. He circled it for a few times before actually entering and coming across the sleeping princess. âWhatâs this!â he yelled in his most dramatic voice. âA young maiden, trapped for an eternal sleep. Oh how cruel the world is to hide your beauty here, in this place of death.â
H0LYN3V1L took a few steps closer and gently poked her on the cheek. âHuh, yeah youâre really out.â He took a moment to look around and see if anyone was watching. It looked like he was in the clear, but he couldnât take any chances. Time to be a hero. âDonât worry, mâlady. I know what will break this curse. For I, a young knight at a neighboring kingdom, have known you before, in your dreams. Yes, it is me: your one true love!â Speech given, H0LYN3V1L leaned over the princess, but froze before actually getting too close to her face.
He shot one more look over his shoulder before leaning to the side of her face to whisper in her ear. Hopefully to an outsider it would look like he was planting one hell of a true loveâs kiss on her. But really, he was panicking. âLook, hereâs the thing. All the stories say that true loveâs kiss or whatever will wake a sleeping princess. But. Donât laugh! But I havenât actually had my first kiss yet and I really donât want it to be from some program in a game, okay? Thatâs justâŚso lame. So could you just be fucking cool for like, ten minutes and just wake up and tell everyone that it was the best kiss of your life?â he whispered quickly in her ear. âOh, while you're at it, then also tell everyone that Iâm just too much of a man for you and my wandering heart cannot be tamed, nor would you ever want to tame it? Yeah, thatâs cool as hell. That way I donât have to be tied down to you and you get to be awake. So like, just be fucking cool about this, got it?â
H0LYN3V1L shot up from his awkwardly crouched position and stood up, gesturing to the empty mausoleum. âAnd now, with the great and powerful kiss of true love, this beautiful maiden will rise from her cursed slumber.â There wasnât any movement. H0LYN3V1L nudged her with his knee, âI said, this beautiful maiden decided to be cool and woke up from her slumber!â
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Tuesday
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Battle Legend
The Creed
Posts: 1,602
Trainer Class:
Player Name: MartĂn 'Mars' MarzĂĄn
OOC Username: Stells
Arena Points: 138
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Post by Tuesday on Jun 13, 2022 9:13:59 GMT 9
âWhere the **** did you go?â
Yes, Tuesday still doesnât remember to turn the profanity filter OFF. Most importantly, are starter pokĂŠmon supposed to just wander off on their own? Itâs probably one of those âitâs a feature, not a bugâ features that are actually more annoying than anything, but his Fennekin sure seems fond of going wherever the fâ... fudge it pleases.
Itâs actually not that bad. The golden fox always stays at least a couple of metres ahead as if some sort of fluffy little quest guide, but considering that the darn thing had bitten her when they first met, Tuesday still isnât exactly a fan. Also, when in the middle of a forest, âa couple of metres aheadâ often means disappearing among the trees, and that sure is annoying, to say the least. Where is that darn fox?!
When Tuesday finds him, she pauses next to a tree. The Fennekin sits at a clearing, and in front of him, thereâs a casket.
âWhat the ****. Youâre such a creepy little ****.â
âIs she dead?â Aesop ignores Tuesdayâs plethora or very-much-so censored insults. Turning his snout towards the casket and sniffing the air with his button of a nose. The lavender-like scent that fills the clearing seems to bother him, and quite frankly, it bothers Tuesday too. To the point that this is where the quest would be paused after immediately logging off, but something makes Tuesday step closer.
Probably curiosity. Probably wanting to know what the Fennikin meant. Although, admittedly, the much more likely answer is not wanting to miss out on an opportunity.
Tuesday sees her then, and yes, she sure looks dead. Except that, upon closer inspection, it actually seems like sheâs breathing. So⌠Sleeping, then. Sleeping Beauty? Snow White? Are those the inspirations for this? First Professor Ashâs question and now this, whatâs with UNOVRâs obsession with fairy tales? Has pokĂŠmon always been like this?
Thatâs when Tuesday sees it.
The circlet.
And let me tell you, it sure is a nice-looking circlet. Simple but fancy. The sort of thing that sheâd love to take to use as an accessory.
No, actually, scratch that. The sort of thing sheâs definitely taking.
âShhh.â An index finger is brought to her lips, quietly shushing Aesop to make sure the Fennekin wonât be too loud and wake the Non-Player Character. It feels silly, but slowly and carefully, Tuesday reaches for the delicate circlet, attempting to remove it without any disturbances.
And thenâŚ
Then the Fennekin sneezes, LOUDLY, embers splashing all around him.
Had he just done that on purpose? Maybe.
âDude! Seriously?!â
Tuesdayâs response is instinctive and equally as loud, just like the way she yanks the circlet away from the NPC without any of the previous methodical care.
To be entirely honest, she didn't even consider that waking her was a quest. May have accidentally disabled quest markers without realizing. Whoopsie!
In which Tuesday is a thief because Azul wants her to have a circlet like her fc âĄ
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M00K
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Retired
Posts: 58
OOC Username: M00K
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Post by M00K on Jun 14, 2022 23:37:51 GMT 9
 The maiden's peaceful, sleeping face twitches. Not with longing, nor happiness, nor relief.
Irritation.
Her brows draw together, the corners of her mouth turning down. She shifts in her flower-filled resting place as if she can't quite get comfortable. Her hands move for the first time, rising up out of the sea of dried blossoms and fire Pokemon to cover her ears.
orioncayge has woken the princess.
Her eyes are white. Not because they lack pupil or iris, but because they are filled with something.
As her eyelids flutter and then spring open, downy white seeds break free from her sockets. Thistledown spills down her cheeks like cotton tears, drifting into the air. orioncayge finds himself surrounded for a moment by twirling dandelion tufts, shriveling slightly in proximity to the heat from the Kindler's body.
From his crouching place above her coffin, the last, shrill notes dying from his crafted flute, Orion looks into her empty eyes.
The dark holes seem to grow, expanding until they swallow your vision whole.
When you wake, you are laying on your back. Your movements provoke faint whispers. Something shifts and tumbles around your body, smelling strongly of herbs and ancient perfumes.
...You're in the casket.
There is no sign of the princess who was sleeping here before you. If you touch your eyes, you'll find them to be normal. There seems to have been no negative effects. Nevertheless, the princess is gone.
When you sit up, you'll find that all around the clearing, new, tiny purple flowers poke up shyly from the leaf litter, furling lavender petals towards the light.
{BREAKDOWN} Peace Maker - The princess does not stir, but she seems comfortable in your arms. If anything she falls into a deeper, more peaceful sleep. I especially love the personal connection to this post. In a game within a game it's especially hard to find those kinds of meaningful ties, and I think you did a brilliant job. Really sweet, and I think Nikoli really shone through here. Lucky Guy - The princess's nose twitches appreciatively, and her breathing seems to deepen. Smell is a hugely underutilized sense in writing and it's very powerful. I liked that you matched my description of scent with your own, and incorporated the blossoms into Lucky's cooking. The personal connection was also clear here! I actually almost chose this, but it wasn't as dramatic for me to bounce off of as Orion's flute-playing. Ruby - The princess does not respond to the name you give her. You get the feeling something is not-quite-right. Just as the scent is not-quite-lavender. Really interesting take! The concept of True Names is such a great motif to bring to this kind of scenario. You're right there was very little context for you to play off of for guessing names, but I really did enjoy Ruby's attempt to get inside her head. Sarah Lee - The princess is immobile. She shows no sign of perspiration despite the heated battle going on around her. Storybook indeed! I enjoyed this role-play by Sarah Lee and her dragons and the twist on the hero/villain iconography (the villain kisses the princess, the dragon rescues her). I think situationally this was perfect, but it needed some extra little kick to really wake the princess up. orioncayge - The princess wakes up, releases a million seeds from her eyes, and you lose consciousness. You wake up in the casket, no princess in sight. The perfect blend of video game logic, Pokemon, and realism. I opened the link in another tab and laughed so hard when I realized what song was playing. Impossible to sleep through, well executed, and you even positioned yourself above the casket for the most dramatic possible reveal. h0lyn3v1l - The princess is not cool: she's ice-cold. The setup for this was phenomenal - I was so tempted to choose this because you set me up so well for a dramatic awakening. Loved the content, dialogue, and great introduction to Nevil's character. I actually found it heartwarming and hilarious. Unfortunately, the actual method to wake her up just wasn't as strong as Orion's horrible flute. Tuesday - As you take the circlet, another, identical one reappears on the princess's head. She does not respond to being sneezed on: in fact, the embers seem to wither away before they touch her skin. Interesting move, grave-robber! You almost set me up for a horror-type Indiana Jones scenario where she suddenly grabs your hand or something like you set off a trap. Good attempt, very IC, fun to read. |
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