Dr Lovecraft

Grayscale : A World in Black & White

I added a header to my post, since I just noticed it was missing one. ^w^

Reality's Champions

@Prince of Seraphs
Problem there is that it would basically require a complete overhaul of the entire RP, from the map, to the enemies, to the items, even the end goal. No, I think one world at a time is still the way to go, I'll just have to figure out how to make it work.

World of Light

The Medic: Word Count: 917 (+2 points)
Level: 1 Exp: ////////// (7/10)
Location: Sandswept Sky (desert): Great Barrier

Interacting with:

@Lugubrious's Tori and Poppi, @Archmage MC's Queen Sectionia, @ONL's Heavy Weapons Guy, @DracoLunaris's Midna

Everyone seemed to like the Medic's plan, but after a small test of the divine beast's flexibility it became apparent that another course of action would have to be employed. There was talk of combining the two ideas, but it was met with no more enthusiasm than the original. As everyone pondered, Midna proposed her own idea. ”Maybe instead we get some spirit sourced mobility. I’d describe some of the ‘wildlife’ out there as monsters instead, and some of it can fly or maybe climb, so if we get spirits from them we can use their power to lift us up." She also proposed taming the creatures instead, but the Medic had already heard what he wanted to. Better still, he saw the look in Midna's eyes as she contemplated acquiring spirits. She may not know it, but she was hungry for experimentation, testing the limits of what she could do, what she could become. The Medic let out an unkind chuckle, a smug, evil grin creeping onto his face.

As the discussion continued, one of the teenagers, the girl dressed as a pharaoh, spoke up. Evidently, she could transform to give herself, and by extension, one of them, the powers of flight. The transformation would be permanent, but as long as she consented, the Medic saw no problem with that. Before she could take her true form, however, they'd need to go outside, as it was apparently too large to fit within Vah Naboris' belly. Despite planning on staying behind and harvesting some of these "spirits", he was still very intrigued to see what the girl would become and followed her outside. The Medic pulled out his notepad once more, intending to take notes on the transformation, however, it turned out to be more of a spectacle than he had anticipated. The girl began chanting about death and forbidden knowledge, being joined in the end by the phantom voice of some other teenage girl. A blinding light radiated out of her, and as the Medic shielded his eyes with his notebook, the girl was replaced with a sight the Medic was oddly familiar with, that of a flying saucer. "Mein Gott... She vas an alien ze whole time!?" The Medic exclaimed incredulously. How had something like that escaped him? He had examined her himself! As he stared, his glasses sliding down his nose ever so slightly, Primrose, the dancer who had accompanied the teens back from the pyramid, produced two spirits and offered them up. This snapped the Medic out of his stupor. "Oh, uh, alright." He replied somewhat dumbly. Taking the spirits from her, the Medic brought them closer to his face to examine them. One of them was some kind of mummy sans the wrappings, the other an unnatural amalgam of insect and woman. The latter interested the Medic far more, though neither was particularly useful in the present situation, so he simply dropped them into one of his coat pockets, postponing their study for another time. Above him, the UFO proclaimed itself Necronomicon and produced several metallic tentacles from it's underside. They reached down and gently but firmly took hold of Primrose, pulling her up and into it's interior. It then reached down and took hold of one of the other team members, placing them on top of itself. The Necronomicon flew up and away, it's secondary occupant clutching onto the gargoyle affixed atop the spinning disc.

It wasn't until Necronomicon had disappeared from sight that the Medic was able to compose himself. Midna mentioned a group of dragons that could be useful, not only for their gift of flight, but for their raw power. The Medic's evil grin returned to his face. "I vould be most honored to assist you on zis hunt, your highness! I cannot vait to study such legendary creatures up close!" Sectionia didn't seem to be having any of it however, scoffing at their apparent ugliness. She turned as if to leave, only to stop and inquire as to whether or not The Medic would be able to make some of these creatures more beautiful. "Ah, vell, you see," the Medic began, adjusting his glasses once more. "Ze short answer vould be yes, certainly. However, "beauty" iz an incredibly subjective term. For instance, I find beauty in ze unique, ze unknown, und ze unattempted. However, many of ze zings I find beautiful are viscerally unpleasant und even frightening to most people. Having said zat," He continued, unaware of whether Sectionia was even still there. "If you wanted to make something cuter, zat vould be a significantly easier task, as vat qualifies as cute is much more definable. Now, I von't go into too much detail, but suffice to say zat "cuteness", or neotony, is a biological adaptation found in more complex organisms, primarily mammals, zat allows ze parent to more immediately bond viz zeir offspring. Zese iz important, as it provides zem viz a more selfish reason to protect und nurture ze infant until it iz capable of providing for eetself, at vich point it vill have lost ze traits zat made it "cute" in ze first place. Of course, zis phenomena iz not restricted to zeir own offspring, or even animals in general, but zat's a discussion for anozer time." The Medic concluded, smiling smugly at his ability to reason away the intricacies of what most called humanity. "Er... vhat vere ve talking about? Oh, yes! Dragon hunting!" The Medic stated excitedly, seeming to switch gears instantaneously.

Word association Game!

Master

Reality's Champions

@Prince of Seraphs
I... actually never even considered that. I guess I could just go the Metroid route and take all your power ups away at the beginning of each adventure, but that doesn't really sound too fun. I could also increase the base strength of everything at the beginning of the next adventure, but that comes with it's own complications... hmm... I'll have to think on it. Fortunately, getting through Hyrule the first time will likely take long enough to give me time to figure it out, even with my plans to streamline it.

Song Reference time

I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling that I have.

The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be...

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud,

Try as I may, it doesn't last.
And will we ever end up together?
No I think not. It's never to become
For I am not The One...

Reality's Champions

The first. Once you're done in Hyrule, you'll either be flung forward in time or jettisoned to a different world to help them with their problems.

Grayscale : A World in Black & White

Laura

Doctor Laura Cortez peered around the room from behind her dirty glasses, confused as to where she was and how she got here. As far as she could tell, the room had been designed to look as if gravity had been reversed. Unfortunately for the designer, the illusion was shattered by the presence of a round, black table with five matching chairs.

As Laura examined the room she became aware of four other, equally confused and, in some cases, scared individuals. The first was what appeared to be a six foot porcelain doll with a damaged leg. She at first assumed it was a part of the room's furnishings, until it too began looking around, a bewildered look contorting it's porcelain features. Her next logical assumption was that it must be some sort of twisted animatronic, but as she studied it from across the room, she could see a lack of any internal structure through the hole in it's leg, thick globs of dried glue holding it in place. Ok, so it's not an illusion, it's a dream. Laura thought, slowly forming a hypothesis in an attempt to explain what she was seeing. The next person she noticed was a beautiful woman in what looked as though it was once regal attire. She wore some kind of crown that was obscured by her patchy, white hair. Turning from her left to her right, she saw two normal looking teenagers, one with curly blonde hair. The devil's hair. She thought wryly. The corner of her mouth almost curled upward. Almost. The other teenager had black hair, the bangs just long enough to hide his eyes. It wasn't until after a few seconds that she realized he was semi-transparent, like some kind of ghost. The ghost-boy opened an umbrella and put it over his shoulder, causing Laura to take a step back in order to make room.

As Laura examined the strange people in her dream, a set of white doors at the opposite end of the room began rattling, as if something was attempting to break in. A few moments later, the doors erupted open, slamming loudly against the walls as they did. A cartoonish looking specter entered the room, seeming to possess the table. "Take... Your... Seat..." it commanded. The teenage ghost was the first to sit down, his leg bouncing nervously. Restless leg syndrome. Wonder what he has. If he has anything. She thought, taking note of his tic. Under normal circumstances she would demand to know where she was, who these people were, and what was going on. However, seeing as this was a dream, she instead chose to simply follow the ghost-boy to the table, choosing the chair to his left, leaving an empty one between the two of them. As everyone else sat down, she couldn't help notice him staring. Laura met his eyes challengingly, resisting the urge to blink until he looked away. As soon as he had, she pulled her lab coat closed, suddenly more self conscious than she had been in years. She allowed her idle and fidgety hands to tighten the green tie she always wore. It was tighter than most would find comfortable, but it brought her an odd kind of comfort, reminding her that, above all else, she was a scientist. A simple dream had no power over a mind such as hers. As if to reinforce this idea, Laura pulled her notebook out of her coat pocket. She took a moment to study the photograph on the inside, a sad smile twisting it's way onto her tired face. Flipping over to the first empty page, Laura began taking notes on the dream people, figuring it would help her remember the details when she woke up.

Song Reference time

I'm a fuckin rocket ship!
I got a shield in front of me!
Oh yeah!
I'm a rocket ship!

I don't know what this song's about!
Dammit! Where is my inspiration?
Flying through the sky at the speed of light!
Here I am, a rocket ship!