Etranger

The Marchand School of Sorcery (REBOOT- In Need of Students!)

Might just pop myself down here and look at the OoC.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Nicola Khumalo

Nicky was most deflated upon hearing that there was, as far as the bunny told them, no way out of this place. It only got worse from there. He spoke of how they were all in comas, that death here was for real, and apparently there was somebody hiding as an older boy among them this whole time. The last one was just a baffling cherry on top of this cake of negativity. Nicky didn't want to sit here and puzzle over why some young kid was pretending to be a larger teenager, she wanted to go home and crawl back in bed. Of course, it sounded like she really was still in bed in reality, but that didn't help her in the least.

Nicky was quite keen to tune out and resign herself to this misery when they started talking of the evil queen and the trapped children. Nicky was almost unhappy that they were even brought up. How could she rightfully ignore something like that? Her conscience started eating at the back of her head; no matter how much she didn't want to be a part of this, her heart could not ignore a the plight of these people.

"Um, I just want to say I'll help any way I can." Nicky piped up. That was all she wanted to say right now. She didn't have any deep questions about the group's cohesion or anything like that. She assumed they would be told what they would be doing in a few moments.

@The Jest

There's always a little time to say hello.

Hey there, welcome to the Guild.

Howdy, Y'all.

Hello and welcome.

Dr Livingstone, I presume

Hi, welcome to RPG.

Hey guys and girls

Hey there, welcome to the Guild.

Hello

Hello and welcome.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Nicola Khumalo

Nicky was quite happy to end up somewhere safe....until she discovered, along with the others, that their hosts were not fluffy anthropomorphic animals but instead some kindof horrifying shadowy abominations on the inside. Things were just going from bad to worse. They were in a strange place, monsters were roaming around roasting people to death, and to top it all off their supposed saviors were also creepy monsters in their own right, merely putting on a friendly face for whatever reason. That was the key word in all this; "whatever reason". Nobody had any idea what was going on. Nicky could hear everyone else clamoring to have things explained to them. Nobody understood why this was all happening, or why they had to suffer through it.

But Nicky was of the impression that it really didn't matter, because she had reached a certain limit with all the running and the very much recent death, and now the rabbit was actually a grotty shadow creature or something. Who cared why any of this was happening? There was a much more pressing issue on Nicky's mind. "Um, can I say something?" She raised her voice cautiously. "How about we forget all the explanations and what not, and you just tell us how we can leave? Don't we all want to leave? I for one definitely want to leave." It was clear from how she said it that she was quite desperate. She could care less why any of this had happened or what they wanted from them. What could possibly be worth anybody dying for? She wanted to go home and forget any of this ever happened.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Berke Bayamaar

It seemed it was worse than merely being isolated from the rest; the poor girl almost seemed to have a speech impediment. Whether it was exactly that or just nerves shot to all hell, Berke was starting to see why she might have chosen not to join the others. It was not something she should be judged for, however, and instead it would just mean he would have to take extra time with her. His dad had once told him that when it came to those that seemed "impaired" that he should never point it out or treat them differently for it, as the last thing anyone wanted was to be treated like they were some kindof 'other'. Elsa Urzenheim was just another friend, albeit one he might have to wait patiently for her to form sentences, but he didn't mind that one bit.

"Haha, no need to call me "Mr.", Elsa. Nobody used any of those 'honorifics' or such back in Altay. That's where I'm from, by the way. It's a tiny little place out in Swazivan. So remote I never would have thought I'd end up somewhere so large and important. Funny, isn't it? How about you? Where did you come from?" He thought it only natural and polite to ask her about her origins after rambling about his for a short bit. As might be expected from someone from a teeny hamlet like Altay, Berke did not recognise the Urzenheim name as anything important. Aside from the more connected denizens, one could easily expect an Altayan to be incapable of naming the significant families of the realm beyond the Imperial house.

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Mycona Frisa

Mycona had continued to observe the pair that had spoken of ghosts, in spite of them having turned to speaking among themselves, until she was interrupted by somebody else. She recognised this one. She was the one that had made things very warm back at the test area. She had gathered from Professor Leere that this one was called "Rayne". She was attempting to apologise for something, but Mycona did not understand what she meant. First she said something about being a "big dummy", but while she was certainly big, Mycona could plainly see she was not made of any of the materials usually put into constructing industrial dummies, so she did not understand what she meant by that. She said she was "different from what she was used to", but Mycona had no idea what she was 'used to', and neither did she understand why that prompted a feeling of guilt on her behalf. Lastly she told she had a "unique way of talking", but as mother had told her, everyone was unique, so she still did not understand the problem. Ultimately, Mycona had never realised that the girl had actually been in any way mean to her earlier, as she understand her questioning of her confusion over names to be hostile in any way, whether it was meant to be or not.

However, this was the first person to properly approach her since the one called "Rikka", that communicated in writing, so Mycona was not going to waste this opportunity. Unlike with Rikka and so many before her, she was armed with new knowledge imparted to her by Leonora on how to find friends. Leonora had explained to her earlier that it was best to engage potential friends in casual conversation the same way she had with her parents back home in order to encourage the growth of 'friendship'. Mycona had already mentally prepared multiple points of conversation that she could remember from back home.

"I do not understand why you apologise, but I know to 'forgive and forget'." Leonora had told her that it was important to acknowledge what others had said and respond to it, so that was what she did first. Additionally, mother had told her that when someone did something wrong and apologised, it was best to 'forgive and forget'. "How are you today?" She followed up with, not missing a beat. Mother always asked her that, so it must be a crucial part of making conversation. Once answered, there were many other conversational questions Mycona could remember, just waiting to be asked.

@FlitterFaux

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Nicola Khumalo

Now she was really sure this wasn't a dream. She could feel the heat on the back of her neck as she ran. They were being attacked. Someone was trying to kill them, and she had a feeling someone had indeed just died. This was an insane situation and they had no business being here. Nicola liked to try and put a positive spin on any situation, but here, she had no idea why any of this was happening and she just felt so overwhelmed by it all. She didn't care that they were busting out allies to help them or whatever, she just wanted to go home and leave all this madness far, far behind. Quietly muttering prayers and curses under her breath, she ran feverishly in the same direction as the others, hoping that there was an end laying beyond the long grass...or better yet, an escape.