@Red AliceIll just nab Eientei from Touhou then.
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hazel Baker
A field of grass extends for miles around, with only a few boulders here and there on the gentle hills around.
A dirt path cuts it way through, a path seldom used from the weeds starting to grow in it. A brown haired girl runs around the weaving path, humming as she did so, wearing a bright white sundress and a straw hat. There was none but the sound of the girl humming as well as the gentle breeze moving the grass.
So why was it that she felt heavy and lethargic?
She moved towards the girl, trying to follow in her path, but the grass seemed to grow faster behind that girl, covering the path in grass as thick as the rest of the sward. It stuck to her, impeding her every step, leaving her further and further behind.
"Hey, _________?"
That girl turned back, peering over her direction.
Without thinking, she extended her hand, realizing too late the black chitinous material covering it. The girl crumbled to dust before her, as did a vast swathe of grass in front of her.
Hazel woke up with a jolt, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her first instinct was to drop the two guards there, seeing as they were too close to react quickly if she just moved now. Having recognized their uniform, she simply leaned back in her bed.
She was alive.
That was surprising; she had not a single doubt she would have died once she took off that collar and set out to fight that giant. Her blood had been boiling then, she was certain that even if she took down that giant, she would start destroying everything until she destroyed herself.
Whatever happened there, she did not remember, but it lead to her being alive. Emma would be alive too, since she was going to run. Would her collar still be in her hands? It wasn't bad for now, but she would definitely need the collar and her drugs if she wanted to keep everything away.
Her train of thought was suddenly derailed, her attention captured by a long chain by her bed. It wasn't attached to anything interesting, but the way it hung and where it was placed just begged for her to pull it. Stretching out her hand, she grabbed it firmly, and gave it a firm pull. Tilting her head slightly, she started yanking on the chain rapidly.
A field of grass extends for miles around, with only a few boulders here and there on the gentle hills around.
A dirt path cuts it way through, a path seldom used from the weeds starting to grow in it. A brown haired girl runs around the weaving path, humming as she did so, wearing a bright white sundress and a straw hat. There was none but the sound of the girl humming as well as the gentle breeze moving the grass.
So why was it that she felt heavy and lethargic?
She moved towards the girl, trying to follow in her path, but the grass seemed to grow faster behind that girl, covering the path in grass as thick as the rest of the sward. It stuck to her, impeding her every step, leaving her further and further behind.
"Hey, _________?"
That girl turned back, peering over her direction.
Without thinking, she extended her hand, realizing too late the black chitinous material covering it. The girl crumbled to dust before her, as did a vast swathe of grass in front of her.
***
Hazel woke up with a jolt, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her first instinct was to drop the two guards there, seeing as they were too close to react quickly if she just moved now. Having recognized their uniform, she simply leaned back in her bed.
She was alive.
That was surprising; she had not a single doubt she would have died once she took off that collar and set out to fight that giant. Her blood had been boiling then, she was certain that even if she took down that giant, she would start destroying everything until she destroyed herself.
Whatever happened there, she did not remember, but it lead to her being alive. Emma would be alive too, since she was going to run. Would her collar still be in her hands? It wasn't bad for now, but she would definitely need the collar and her drugs if she wanted to keep everything away.
Her train of thought was suddenly derailed, her attention captured by a long chain by her bed. It wasn't attached to anything interesting, but the way it hung and where it was placed just begged for her to pull it. Stretching out her hand, she grabbed it firmly, and gave it a firm pull. Tilting her head slightly, she started yanking on the chain rapidly.
Camilla
There were more people she wanted to examine, but she needed to get busy and set up her lab.
That old coot at the head of the table finally announced where they were going to stay, where her lab was going to be. Underground, in a basement where she could have all the room she need. And all the privacy she could ever need.
Scooping up the the head she left on the table, Camilla attached the girl's head to her body, leaving the dumbfounded girl to stare awkwardly at her new body. Turning to the others still there, she spoke with Camilla's voice, looking utterly terrified she could not control her own mouth.
"Ah, thats right. I'm Camilla. Visit me when you have a chance. As the only one who can mend flesh here, it would be beneficial for you if I examined you at your normal state."
Still cradling her own head, Camilla grinned as she bowed before leaving the hall.
Moving the last box of tools into the room, she sat back and sighed.
The room was spacious but empty, lacking any sort of furniture or objects save for the boxes of tools, odds and ends for her machines, and the village girl, now attached to the wall. Though, perhaps growing on the wall was more apt. Having had her fun with the girl, Camilla simply attached her to the wall, as if applying a layer of mud to a hut. If the hut was the basement and the girl was the mud that was. As it was now, Camilla had simply left her torso and head intact, and spread the rest on the wall, where it would no doubt grow and spread in time to the rest of her workplace's surface. The torso and head was also high enough to be considered decoration, which was definitely a plus for her. Would a wooden plaque around it enhance that illusion more?
Growing living flesh like this alleviated her need for material somewhat, though the village girl certainly didn't agree with her method. Indeed she had screamed and struggled to no avail, especially considering the only part she could move was her torso and head. At least Camilla managed to find out her name just before she fell asleep from fatigue and shock.
"Matilda..."
If Camilla manipulated her just right, Matilda could perhaps be very very useful to her. If she wasn't, Camilla could always cut her out and kidnap someone else more malleable.
Sighing again, she sat down underneath Matilda's sleeping figure, before nodding off to sleep herself.
There were more people she wanted to examine, but she needed to get busy and set up her lab.
That old coot at the head of the table finally announced where they were going to stay, where her lab was going to be. Underground, in a basement where she could have all the room she need. And all the privacy she could ever need.
Scooping up the the head she left on the table, Camilla attached the girl's head to her body, leaving the dumbfounded girl to stare awkwardly at her new body. Turning to the others still there, she spoke with Camilla's voice, looking utterly terrified she could not control her own mouth.
"Ah, thats right. I'm Camilla. Visit me when you have a chance. As the only one who can mend flesh here, it would be beneficial for you if I examined you at your normal state."
Still cradling her own head, Camilla grinned as she bowed before leaving the hall.
***
Moving the last box of tools into the room, she sat back and sighed.
The room was spacious but empty, lacking any sort of furniture or objects save for the boxes of tools, odds and ends for her machines, and the village girl, now attached to the wall. Though, perhaps growing on the wall was more apt. Having had her fun with the girl, Camilla simply attached her to the wall, as if applying a layer of mud to a hut. If the hut was the basement and the girl was the mud that was. As it was now, Camilla had simply left her torso and head intact, and spread the rest on the wall, where it would no doubt grow and spread in time to the rest of her workplace's surface. The torso and head was also high enough to be considered decoration, which was definitely a plus for her. Would a wooden plaque around it enhance that illusion more?
Growing living flesh like this alleviated her need for material somewhat, though the village girl certainly didn't agree with her method. Indeed she had screamed and struggled to no avail, especially considering the only part she could move was her torso and head. At least Camilla managed to find out her name just before she fell asleep from fatigue and shock.
"Matilda..."
If Camilla manipulated her just right, Matilda could perhaps be very very useful to her. If she wasn't, Camilla could always cut her out and kidnap someone else more malleable.
Sighing again, she sat down underneath Matilda's sleeping figure, before nodding off to sleep herself.
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia
For a moment she stood there, staring flabbergasted at the round orb in her hands. She was supposed to get this to the basket at the end of the field, or everyone here explodes. Was she really comfortable holding such a thing with her bare hands?
"Go!"
Those words tore her out of her introspection, as she remembered the Linebackers who may very well be near enough to tear her head off her shoulders. There was no such thing of course, for the foxgirl had somehow turned into some monstrous being, and was current.y distracting the other armadillos away from her, though some still passed her.
Galvanized by the others' actions, and aware she might very well be holding their lives in her hands, she jumped towards the end basket, though she realized too late that her body seemed lighter and stronger than it was before. With a resounding thwack, she slammed into the plate above the basket, though she still managed to get the ball in the hoop by sheer dumb luck.
For a moment she stood there, staring flabbergasted at the round orb in her hands. She was supposed to get this to the basket at the end of the field, or everyone here explodes. Was she really comfortable holding such a thing with her bare hands?
"Go!"
Those words tore her out of her introspection, as she remembered the Linebackers who may very well be near enough to tear her head off her shoulders. There was no such thing of course, for the foxgirl had somehow turned into some monstrous being, and was current.y distracting the other armadillos away from her, though some still passed her.
Galvanized by the others' actions, and aware she might very well be holding their lives in her hands, she jumped towards the end basket, though she realized too late that her body seemed lighter and stronger than it was before. With a resounding thwack, she slammed into the plate above the basket, though she still managed to get the ball in the hoop by sheer dumb luck.
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia
"That.. I.."
Too late.
She had wanted to introduce herself and perhaps try to convince the others she was more useful left behind, but Evfimiia lost her chance when the group moved along. At least she knew who some of them was. They'd definitely expect her to go along with them now, won't they? Not to mention the horde of unmarked people waiting outside that would make it awkward should she return there so soon.
That being said, the area she was moving through while keeping with the group was quite interesting to say the least. Nothing at all like anything she'd ever read about. There didn't seem to be any visible source of light, yet the light was always enough to keep the path illuminated. With a loud rumble, a wall rose up into the ceiling before them, not unlike what she would have expected in any adventure novel.
But unlike any novel she had read, the entrance revealed a vast field of grass, not unlike the one they had left behind, with lines at regular intervals.
While she stood there trying to wrap her head around all these new information, the rest of the groups suddenly moved, as the game began.
"Eh?"
It was all she could utter. Explode? The ball through the hoop? Angry armadillos? What even are those crea-
Without warning her mark shone again, popping out another scroll from empty air into her hand.
A large omnivorous mammal, the Linebacker highly resembles an armadillo. They can grow to as large as seven feet tall, and weigh around 700 pounds/317 kilograms. With hard plates covering their body made of dermal bone they are incredibly durable, enough to completely negate weaker attacks anywhere but their lower stomach, which is softer than the rest of their body.
They stand on two legs, though if need be they can crawl. Their arms are powerful, easily able to lift a car. On each of their hands are four claws which are capible of slicing through prey like a hot knife through butter. If they feel their life is in danger they can curl up into a ball and roll away.
While this covers their weakpoint, they are unable to see while curled up. The Linebacker isn't a very intelligent animal, and is easily provoked or tricked.
T-this doesn't help at all!
There was barely enough time for her to think more, as the Linebackers charging towards them was coming uncomfortably close to her. Instinctively her back legs flexed, sending her flying through the air up and over those creatures, landing ungracefully some distance ahead. Untangling herself from her limbs, she stood up, staring at the ball in her hands.
"Ah."
"That.. I.."
Too late.
She had wanted to introduce herself and perhaps try to convince the others she was more useful left behind, but Evfimiia lost her chance when the group moved along. At least she knew who some of them was. They'd definitely expect her to go along with them now, won't they? Not to mention the horde of unmarked people waiting outside that would make it awkward should she return there so soon.
That being said, the area she was moving through while keeping with the group was quite interesting to say the least. Nothing at all like anything she'd ever read about. There didn't seem to be any visible source of light, yet the light was always enough to keep the path illuminated. With a loud rumble, a wall rose up into the ceiling before them, not unlike what she would have expected in any adventure novel.
But unlike any novel she had read, the entrance revealed a vast field of grass, not unlike the one they had left behind, with lines at regular intervals.
While she stood there trying to wrap her head around all these new information, the rest of the groups suddenly moved, as the game began.
"Eh?"
It was all she could utter. Explode? The ball through the hoop? Angry armadillos? What even are those crea-
Without warning her mark shone again, popping out another scroll from empty air into her hand.
A large omnivorous mammal, the Linebacker highly resembles an armadillo. They can grow to as large as seven feet tall, and weigh around 700 pounds/317 kilograms. With hard plates covering their body made of dermal bone they are incredibly durable, enough to completely negate weaker attacks anywhere but their lower stomach, which is softer than the rest of their body.
They stand on two legs, though if need be they can crawl. Their arms are powerful, easily able to lift a car. On each of their hands are four claws which are capible of slicing through prey like a hot knife through butter. If they feel their life is in danger they can curl up into a ball and roll away.
While this covers their weakpoint, they are unable to see while curled up. The Linebacker isn't a very intelligent animal, and is easily provoked or tricked.
T-this doesn't help at all!
There was barely enough time for her to think more, as the Linebackers charging towards them was coming uncomfortably close to her. Instinctively her back legs flexed, sending her flying through the air up and over those creatures, landing ungracefully some distance ahead. Untangling herself from her limbs, she stood up, staring at the ball in her hands.
"Ah."
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia
Grass.
She was standing on grass with a stunned look on her face, breathing in air free from the smell of musty tomes and dusty shelves. Evfimiia had been investigating that odd aisle, but she had no memory of any sort of transition to this place. Just a blink, and everything changed around her. It was quite beyond her, to be suddenly transitioned into this place during her free time.
Speaking of free time, she was still carrying one of those raunchier books she was planning to read then. Blushing slightly, she quickly bound the book in silk, hiding the covers and thus the title, before stowing it into her skirt.
The open area wasn't at all unpleasant to her. Her lineage was one evolved for hunting after all; large wide open spaces like these weren't foreign to her kind. The crowd of people, however, made her feel very uncomfortable, not just from fear that they might cast her out for being different, but just because she wasn't that great around people in general. At the very least, there seemed to be a diverse set of races in this area, far beyond her own knowledge of races that existed.
Her attention was caught suddenly by a crowd of people gathering in a place, murmuring about 'marks' and 'caves'. Pushing through the crowd, she was just in time to see what seemed to be a marble man furiously charging at the cave, only to be repelled by an invisible barrier.
A mark on the back of our hands?
Evfimiia peeled off her glove just a little, enough to see a fresh mark on the back, before putting it back on again. She had the mark, but was she really going to enter some cave just because she was one of those who could? Wouldn't this be rather dangerous? There seemed to be one already there, seemingly waiting for more of these people with marks to show up, and another clad in a robe, who simply went in on her own.
Content to simply meld into the crowd, her mind turned towards the girl there, eyeing her oddly thick hair and strange colorings.
No sooner than she think about investigating the girl, her mark on her hand shone brightly, its light piercing even the glove on her hand, making the < rune stand out brilliantly with a red glow. A scroll popped out of nowhere, landing neatly in her hand. Utterly confused, she opened the scroll, only to find it contained a lot of information about the girl specifically, though it was mostly entries like morphology, their diet, common features, and even their measurements.
Having revealed she too had a mark, she had no choice but to address those there. "I too, have a mark on my hand." She took off her glove and revealed the rune on her right hand. "Mayhaps I can help, though I am but a simple librarian before, and thus may not be able to help much should unexpected situations arrive."
Right off the get go, she put out that information. Surely no one would expect a mere librarian to face danger in some unknown cave that may or may not contain dangerous beasts and traps. That would be ridiculous and goes against all knowledge she has about adventurers and dark caves.
Grass.
She was standing on grass with a stunned look on her face, breathing in air free from the smell of musty tomes and dusty shelves. Evfimiia had been investigating that odd aisle, but she had no memory of any sort of transition to this place. Just a blink, and everything changed around her. It was quite beyond her, to be suddenly transitioned into this place during her free time.
Speaking of free time, she was still carrying one of those raunchier books she was planning to read then. Blushing slightly, she quickly bound the book in silk, hiding the covers and thus the title, before stowing it into her skirt.
The open area wasn't at all unpleasant to her. Her lineage was one evolved for hunting after all; large wide open spaces like these weren't foreign to her kind. The crowd of people, however, made her feel very uncomfortable, not just from fear that they might cast her out for being different, but just because she wasn't that great around people in general. At the very least, there seemed to be a diverse set of races in this area, far beyond her own knowledge of races that existed.
Her attention was caught suddenly by a crowd of people gathering in a place, murmuring about 'marks' and 'caves'. Pushing through the crowd, she was just in time to see what seemed to be a marble man furiously charging at the cave, only to be repelled by an invisible barrier.
A mark on the back of our hands?
Evfimiia peeled off her glove just a little, enough to see a fresh mark on the back, before putting it back on again. She had the mark, but was she really going to enter some cave just because she was one of those who could? Wouldn't this be rather dangerous? There seemed to be one already there, seemingly waiting for more of these people with marks to show up, and another clad in a robe, who simply went in on her own.
Content to simply meld into the crowd, her mind turned towards the girl there, eyeing her oddly thick hair and strange colorings.
No sooner than she think about investigating the girl, her mark on her hand shone brightly, its light piercing even the glove on her hand, making the < rune stand out brilliantly with a red glow. A scroll popped out of nowhere, landing neatly in her hand. Utterly confused, she opened the scroll, only to find it contained a lot of information about the girl specifically, though it was mostly entries like morphology, their diet, common features, and even their measurements.
Having revealed she too had a mark, she had no choice but to address those there. "I too, have a mark on my hand." She took off her glove and revealed the rune on her right hand. "Mayhaps I can help, though I am but a simple librarian before, and thus may not be able to help much should unexpected situations arrive."
Right off the get go, she put out that information. Surely no one would expect a mere librarian to face danger in some unknown cave that may or may not contain dangerous beasts and traps. That would be ridiculous and goes against all knowledge she has about adventurers and dark caves.
Camilla
Could she be blamed?
Camilla had her eye on the odd monster, and that large beast man next, planning to examine them as soon as she could. But as soon as she walked in, her attention was fully on her. That scaled tail, could that girl be... . First a vampire, now this. If that girl was what Camilla thought she was, then even a single strand of hair would be like gold to her.
Before Camilla could act on her impulse, Lancelot finally arrived.
It was a good spiel to be sure, but she was distracted by thoughts of that girl, as well as the thoughts of all the other opportunity for more examinations. While Lancelot spoke, she absentmindedly teased the village girl, now just a head on a blob of flesh, with some of the food on the table. The blonde girl, from both Camilla's time playing with her body and from simple observation, seemed to be malnourished for quite some time. Her body seemed to lack fat, and she was thinner than she should be when Camilla chanced upon her. Not at all surprising considering the current state of the land. It made teasing her that much more satisfying, especially that look of desperation. She only gave the girl mercy once Lancelot stopped speaking, forming small pincers for the girl to grab food from Camilla's plate.
Acting entirely on impulse, Camilla walked up to Liv's back as if in a trance, before grabbing her tail firmly by the base.
Could she really be blamed, to want to grab that scaly tail?
@Chasers115
Could she be blamed?
Camilla had her eye on the odd monster, and that large beast man next, planning to examine them as soon as she could. But as soon as she walked in, her attention was fully on her. That scaled tail, could that girl be... . First a vampire, now this. If that girl was what Camilla thought she was, then even a single strand of hair would be like gold to her.
Before Camilla could act on her impulse, Lancelot finally arrived.
It was a good spiel to be sure, but she was distracted by thoughts of that girl, as well as the thoughts of all the other opportunity for more examinations. While Lancelot spoke, she absentmindedly teased the village girl, now just a head on a blob of flesh, with some of the food on the table. The blonde girl, from both Camilla's time playing with her body and from simple observation, seemed to be malnourished for quite some time. Her body seemed to lack fat, and she was thinner than she should be when Camilla chanced upon her. Not at all surprising considering the current state of the land. It made teasing her that much more satisfying, especially that look of desperation. She only gave the girl mercy once Lancelot stopped speaking, forming small pincers for the girl to grab food from Camilla's plate.
Acting entirely on impulse, Camilla walked up to Liv's back as if in a trance, before grabbing her tail firmly by the base.
Could she really be blamed, to want to grab that scaly tail?
@Chasers115
@ProProI see. Thanks for the info. ^^
@LugubriousI think Ill pass tbh. Don't think I can overturn the match now. Feel free to do anything with my characters.
@LugubriousI think Ill pass tbh. Don't think I can overturn the match now. Feel free to do anything with my characters.
@LugubriousOh what? I'm still in? I lost 2 out of 3 though.
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