BunniesOfDoom

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

I figured I'd let yall get a few more rounds of posts in before I did a little skip to the future.

@TheMushroomLord I'm curious to see where you're going with your character and what they have to share with the group lol

Umbra Rose Condos

Iris Madril

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Location: Building 1, lobby
Interactions: @Lugubrious, @LupusIntus, @Dragonydas

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Iris paid no mind to the man who decided to take his leave as she arrived. She got it. There's this tall woman in clothes that were definitely not suitable for the general public, sparking up a conversation with the front desk staff. It could make some people uncomfortable but possibly not as uncomfortable for him as was that stench coming from his bag was for her. She did her best not to scrunch up her nose at the smell of the shoggoth but damn it was pungent. She tried holding her breath as the man made his leave. She peered over at his back as he left through the front door. When he disappeared behind the closing door, Iris finally let out her breath in a loud exhale. She knows she's surrounded by monsters on a daily basis and some of them just smelled but it didn't make encountering someone with such a smell any easier. She had a sensitive nose damnit.

As Theria addressed her, stopping mid sentence to state how hungry she was and turning to leave, Iris hooded her eyes and watched Theria leave through her eyelashes. She thought it was really quite rude to just leave mid conversation like that but what could one do? Some monsters just had to eat if they hadn't in a while. So, even though Iris felt a little offended at Theria's sudden decision to go eat, she didn't say anything about it. She just watched the gorgon head out and away to the cafeteria. Then there were only three.

Iris turned her eyes on Max, watching the large man get physically flustered in front of her. Okay! This was getting ridiculous! She sighed and she rested her elbow on the desk and placed her head in her palm. Surely it wasn't such a sight to see Iris in this get up that she was chasing everyone away! It was just a little tattered clothing! Some monsters don't even wear clothes! It's not like she's that out of the ordinary in this place! Come on!

When Max suggested her getting a job, it took Iris by surprise. She sat there a moment, staring at Max with wide, unsure eyes before she started laughing. She smacked her hand down on the desk as she let out a full belly laugh. “Me? Get a job? That's funny Max. Imagine me, dealing with the general public.” She chuckled again as she straightened from the desk, a small card sticking to the end of her elbow as she did so. She just shook a finger at Max as if to say, oh you, before she pulled the card off her elbow and gazed down at it. Shoggoth therapy, free. She paused to read the whole card as she turned away from the front desk. She gave a small wave over her shoulder. “Thanks anyways, Max. I'll figure it out eventually.” She continued to read the card as she headed down the hall towards her building and eventually, her bedroom. Therapy huh? Maybe she could try it out. It could be helpful to have someone to talk to about the whole werewolf mess. She would just have to deal with the smell.

Later that day, Iris slowly woke up from the coma she had just been in. She blinked a few times as her mind reluctantly began to work. She was face down on her bed, still in her tattered clothing. She barely made it into the apartment before she collapsed on her bed and went to sleep. She was so exhausted and everything ached. She didn't even try to convince herself that a more suitable outfit would do her better. She just flopped down on the bed and was asleep almost instantly.

She rubbed at the dry drool that encrusted her cheek and looked down to see a stained spot on her bed where she had obviously drooled through the day. She grunted and slid herself out of the bed, flinging the covers and pillows off before ripping the fitted sheets off as well. She crumpled the dirty sheets into a ball and threw them in the corner of the room. She'll have to wash them when she goes to do laundry but for now, she peered down at her clothes before sighing. Time to get properly dressed.

She pulled out her usual clothes of jeans and a t-shirt and quickly got dressed. She felt complete, even if she could use a few more hours of sleep. It was nice to be in her comfortable jeans again. It made her feel whole.

Slipping on a pair of socks then her boots, Iris made her way out of her apartment. She needed to get some food then do some brainstorming on how to get money. She really did need to get a new phone. One can't survive in today's age without a phone.

So, deep in thought, she made her way towards the cafeteria.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

My weather can't seem to make up its mind. One day it's almost 80 the next is 50.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Still locked in the stupid cage, Death pondered on what the girl would be able to do with his magic. He wondered what kind of things it would summon from the dark, most likely his reapers for one. Perhaps a god or two that were looking for some kind of answer for where Death had went and why he was not doing his job. He hoped it wasn't another god that appeared before Kaia. That could be disastrous. Perhaps, he thought quietly to himself, he should have thought giving her his magic through just a bit more. There were so many ways it could have gone wrong. He only hopes his reapers found her first. At least they could hold back any wrath of a god that may decide to pay her a visit.

As the horde of reapers began to approach the building, Death took notice and sat up in his cage. He could feel the wave of death that came along with them and when the scales were balanced in that area, he was able to take the first deep breath in a long while. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his reapers doing exactly what needed to be done. Once he was out of this cage, he was going to spread his little worker bees far and wide to help loosen this discomfort he felt within his very being.

When the reapers arrived, he could feel it within his very bones. Their magic called to him and he tried so desperately to respond but when he did, the runic markings burned along his flesh, bringing his attempts to an end with a curse. He was going to truly punish this magician for doing this to him. There would be no mercy or forgiveness for this fool. He would be sure to make his punishment just as miserable as this situation was for him now.

When the first reaper slipped out from within the shadows, Death felt a grin form on his face. He never thought he would be so thankful to see one of his reapers before. Slowly, more and more reapers slipped out of the shadows, each coming to move in front of the cage and peer in at Death. Death stood up in the cage, peering from one featureless face to another. The reapers seemed to buzz when in his presence. His magic may be locked away, but just feeling his presence seemed to be enough to make the reapers quiver. Death felt the same. It was as if a part of him had just been returned. Then he felt a sprinkle of his own magic interlaced with another's and he peered up to see Kaia rotting away the frame of the window. He watched as she pulled the last of the window away, watching her intently. It didn't look like she was damaged in any way. That was a good sign. So perhaps she didn't get an unwelcome visit from some unhappy deity looking for answers.

When she popped her head in, he allowed an eyebrow to raise before he pointed to her then pointed to the floor of the basement. What was taking this woman so long? She had an opening already. Get in here.

When she pulled her head back out of the window, Death's mouth puckered as if he had just swallowed something insanely sour. When she addressed the reaper, bent at the waist and peered into the basement. It's eyes scanned the basement, lingered for a long while on Death, before it spotted the chair. It straightened and looked back at her with a stern nod. “I believe I can be of assistance.” It slipped into the window, landing silently on the ground of the basement. It turned to Death before giving him a deep bow at the waist. “My Lord,” it said before is straightened and turned to grab the chair from its place against the wall. It opened it with a flick of its wrists before setting it securely just under the window. Once that was done, it walked over to the cage to join the other reapers that lingered just outside of it. “It would seem the woman spoke truth. We are here to assist in your rescue.”

Death gave a small chuckle before he crossed his arms in front of his chest, a sort of pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his reapers. “I can see that. Thank you.” He peered past them to the chair as Kaia began to make her way through the window and using the chair as a stepping stool to get down silently and painlessly. A look of disapproval was planted firmly on his face as he watched her come up to the cage. “About time you decided to come and get me. Do you understand just how out of balance the world is? If we don't start working quickly, another god is going to step in.” A harsh shiver ran along his spine at the thought of it. He shook it off with a deep grunt. “Release me now.” It probably would have gone over better if he wasn't so demanding but Death was not exactly someone who was used to dealing with situations like this. He didn't speak to humans and manners weren't exactly something he was very familiar with.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

<Snipped quote by BunniesOfDoom>

On another note, Damon is an unreliable narrator and there isn't actually anything wrong with his car.

@Ryik

"What this old thing?" It's a 2022 Nissan Altima.

Umbra Rose Condos

Don't even bother asking Iris. She's too distracted all the time to even really remember what her previous move was. If you ever want to play war with a pigeon, go ahead and ask her but if you're looking for a real challenge, she definitively is not the answer.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

The reapers did not understand how their master was taken and contained but this woman had their master's magic, the first hint of it they had sensed in a week's time, so there had to be some truth to her words. And if someone were to really examine reapers for what they truly were, they would find that a reaper is not the brightest light bulb in the bunch. They were designed that way. Death needed his own army of workers who could go out and retrieve souls but he couldn't have them going out and harvesting whatever souls they felt needed to be harvested. They needed Death's instructions to be sure to acquire the proper souls and only those who were due; though that had changed to a degree upon Death's disappearance. The reapers were actively seeking out souls that were obviously in need of reaping but the process was a slow one, far too slow to make up for all the souls in die need of reaping. Without Death's guidance, the poor things were like lost puppies just trying to find their way back home from being hopelessly lost in the big city while their family lives in the country.

It was a very confusing time for the reapers, to say the least. So when she said she would take them to Death, it was like a jolt of electricity shocked the reapers to life. There was visible excitement from them, most in the ways they moved and they all seemed to step closer to Kaia and her protective circle. However, when she started to shoot out orders, the reapers looked at each other. The previous reaper, who was currently wearing the face of Kaia's mother, peered back at its fellow reapers before turning once more to Kaia and addressing her.

“You've no reason to fear. Those who are not close to death cannot see us, that is unless they wield Death magic, such as yourself. Only those who were meant to die can see us.” That was the only way any souls were being reaped at all. The reapers were walking the streets, looking for any that showed signs of reacting to their presence. It was a solid plan except that they were mostly just walking through the city. Surrounded by the masses, it was easy for someone to ignore the fact that they were pretty sure they had just seen a faceless shadow person strolling aimlessly through the populace. If they were just a little smarter, they would take their strolls through medical hospitals and senior citizen homes. It would be far more effective that way but the reapers were not known for their problem solving skills.

As Kaia stepped over the circle, the reapers enclosed around her, as if the pull of Death's magic called to them. Some of them even got to work on draining the life of the protective spell containing the pushing black magic and soon it faded away to nothing, releasing the magic into the room. It washed along the floor like a wave before it was diligently absorbed by the reapers, leaving not even a drop of it behind. When the magic was once more absorbed, the reapers followed her out into the streets, the small entourage quickly growing into a large following of at least 100 reapers, if not more. It was as if Kaia lit a beacon by releasing Death's energy and all the reapers in the surrounding area ran to get it like moths to a flame.

They all followed her like a horde and they washed over that part of the city like a tidal wave. As they processed through the streets, they harvested any souls that were obviously due. A poor raccoon, ran over by some careless driver nights ago, finally released from its agony as multiple reapers swarmed around it, each eager to touch it and release its poor soul to the afterlife. They dug through trash, finding rodents that had been thrown there by the restaurant owners after they were caught in snap traps or poisoned by the flavorful smelling rat poison they stuck behind the fridge, finally blissful release from their agonizing existence.

Death swept through that small part of the city and the balance in that area had finally been restored. Once the scales were aligned, it was like the dark shadow that had been lingering over the city lessened. People could breathe easier now, the instinctual fear that had been tightening everyone's chest finally loosening its grip.

When they arrived at the magician's house, the reapers fanned out, some even going into the home ahead of her. They couldn't fully sense Death in the area but there was a lingering sensation of his magic that called out to them. The reaper that seemed to be taking charge of the whole event stepped up to Kaia and started up at the building. “Is this where he is located?” It asked with a deeply embedded frown on its face. Were they finally going to see their master? Were they going to have a purpose again?

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

Well, essentially your characters are just going to head to their typical meet up area for that morning. After that, it's how you all want to play it. I'm just here to set the plot and get things moving along. This is just a typical, cold Monday morning in January.

Maybe your character will stop for food first, can't linger too long because of class, deciding to skip their first class altogether. It's however you would like to play it.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

There we are guys! The first post has been made! Feel free to start.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

The day was like any other start of the week. Tired college students trudge along on campus, heading to class, going to get a bite to eat in the cafeteria, or off to meet friends somewhere on campus. It was the same routine for students in the early morning on a Monday in January.

Off into the quad, a lone table could be found with a light dusting of snow from the night before. Its white, fluffy blanket remained untouched except for a few tiny footprints left by some anonymous critter the night before. The table was empty and being avoided by the students as they sought out warmer temperatures inside buildings. Just behind the table sat a fountain, thankfully off during this time of year. Large oaks littered the quad in every direction, their canopies white with the light snow. The stone pathways were shovelled and salted so the students could make their way without sliding every which way with each step. Benches dotted along the pathways, leading to the table and then away towards the buildings.

That lone table was the gathering spot for our small group of friends and it would soon be occupied by them once again.