Entropsy

Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls Of Fire!

There's not even that many characters submitted yet.

Inkdrop

T'was curiosity.

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The Joxter's thoughts were both blank and scrambled as he retrieved his fallen hat. For one moment, he was thinking about how great an apple would taste right then, because his mouth was a little dry. In the next he was wondering where in the world his wandering hippie of a son was now, and after that he dully noted that there was a raging ball of black fur complaining about its mates not to far from his vicinity, and that he'd probably scared that tavern wall--who turned out to be a human girl--into a panic (which he may have felt a twinge of guilt over, and who he may have given an apologetic glance over the shoulder). In fact, many a person were panicking! But, he digressed. Back to apples. He could go for some hard cider. That'd be nice. He placed the hat back on his head, tugged on the brim, and spoke before his mind could process what was happening to him. "Excellent idea, dear Darkhunter! Right! So...the Joxter, yours truly." He grinned a wide, win-'em-over, fang-filled grin, whiskers and nose twitching and all the rest of his charms and tricks, before curtsying. "And figuring out where we've landed ourselves wouldn't be a half-bad idea, pussy-cat. I can second that notion. I'm fairly certain none of us has the slightest as to why we're here anyways." He fought the urge to mutter under his breath about the lot of jumbo-sized freaks he was surrounded by. Of all the things his forebodings had warned him of, they left out this little event, huh? Rather, he stepped backwards, towards the human girl in red. "I apologize if I frightened you, miss," he said softly, so that he wouldn't be heard by unwanted ears. "I hadn't known whose legs I was leaning on, or that I was leaning on any legs at all. I might be able to make it up for my rudeness, however: if you're tired, I'll let you borrow my scarf. It doubles as a practical pillow when there's nothing else available."

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What the hell should we call you? River Serenlyn... ---

River

Gemini

River is accepted! I like her attitude.

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Thanks, guys. :D IC's up.

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You find yourself in a cold, grainy environment. What's this? You could've sworn a minute ago that you'd been doing something else. Perhaps it was a dream? As your eyes adjust you're met with the sleek, modern design of a 20th-21st century art museum; a big, blank room with a high, glass-domed ceiling. The walls are a soft grey-white and adorned with various artworks--paintings, embroidery, printed digital art, all depicting different scenes (sometimes familiar, sometimes not). The floor beneath you is a deep steel-grey marble, and though there's lots of windows, you can't see anything out of them. It's darker than the dead of night out there. There's a big arch opening into another exhibit on the far end of the room. As the panic starts to set in, you idly wonder how a place so airy and spacious could feel so very claustrophobic. It might have to with the others in the room, who you're just now noticing. To your right you see a young man with clear blue eyes dressed in white and blue, a tiny, quiet girl in red, holding a single rose, a rather large tin can with three glowing eyes and big, mechanical arms, and a gruff-looking fellow who looked as if he'd dropped right out of the weird west. To your left there's a huge black & white wild cat, whose shimmering coat seems to consume the light around it, a young, normal looking guy with a nice hair cut and an agent's suit, a little impish bloke donning a big red hat, and a blue-grey haired teen in a school girl's uniform. What the hell is going on?

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"Urgh.....ugh?" The world was spinning, and it was all cold, city colors. This was certainly not the tree he'd been sleeping under. Where was he, anyways? Had the Mymble taken some pity on him and drugged him back to her little cottage, after a long night of ale and parlor tricks? And if so, why was she shining so much light in his face? Was he passed out outside of a tavern, being assaulted by the chilly twilight-grey of the morning light on his face? He certainly felt lightheaded enough to believe he was hung over, and seeing as how he didn't have much of a recollection of his immediate memories, he might as well be. He was certain that he was slouched against the wall of a tavern, so he supposed turning away would help--and he did, and it didn't. It seemed as if the light was coming from directly above him, so was it midday? Had he slept through the entire morning? It wouldn't be the first time. The Joxter pulled the brim of his hat past his eyes, stubbornly refusing to open them. Sleeping through midday was okay with him. What wasn't okay with him was the shifting of the walls and the realization that the walls were actually the legs of someone else, and not a wall after all. It wasn't too great when the legs knocked off his hat and revealed a big, grey museum, filled with people he didn't know, either. He could care a great deal about that, a great deal indeed. "Where am I?" He asked no one in particular.

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I've added a school uniform for Sayaka, as she can switch out between her battle outfit and her normal school uniform at will. Sorry for any inconvenience caused. :P

JohnWolff

None at all!

"My name is Ib." ---

Ib

XxLyraxX

Ib is accepted!

What the hell should we call you? Mizn Tan-Erbo... ---

Mizn

eemmtt

Mizn is accepted! Look out for sentence fragmentation.

What the hell should we call you? My people call me Darkhunter... ---

Darkhunter

As Darkhunter told you, he is basically a jaguar... well... mostly. Looking upon him you will instantly notice his huge size... he is about as big as a full grown male lion, not a jaguar. Then you move your eyes to his jet black pelt that is so dark it's almost like he is absorbing all light. Unlike most black jaguars, however, his markings are still visible. Now they are snowy white rosettes instead of black, leaving him in a speckled color like moonlight through the trees. His underbelly is pure white with black markings. it's as if you are seeing a yellow jaguar through a black and white TV, and the colors are inverted. He peers at you through calculating, silver eyes that gleam and almost glow. They shift about to look every which way with his black nose twitching. He can see through them, but only in dimmer lights. if it gets too bright for him, he will be blinded.

Inkdrop

Worth the wait. Darkhunter is accepted!

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On a another note, I'm sorry if I'm micromanaging or not being personable and friendly enough. I'm really tired, and I'm anxious because this is my first time GM'ing on this site. Hopefully I'm not doing too terribly?

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I'm tired, guys, I'll look over the characters and start the IC when I wake up. Hope you're as excited as I am :3

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Is there still room for my character?

Inkdrop

Yes indeed! There's only four characters that are finished/accepted. I'm looking at like fifteen or so before I'll cut it off, unless you guys wanna do it before that.

What the hell should we call you? - Silas Greaves... ---

Silas

Alexjits

Silas is accepted! Again, take note of grammar. Use punctuation in the IC.

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What the hell should we call you? Agent Alfonzo Benson... ---

Alfonzo

DivineIntervention93

Alfonzo is accepted!

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What the hell should we call you? Mizn Tan-Erbo... ---

Mizn

eemmtt

He'll be accepted when you revise the last few paragraphs, keep in mind that I'm expecting A+ grammar in the IC. Otherwise lookin' interesting.