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Oh um, hold on. Give me a sec. ^^.
Connor's accepted. Sorry for taking so long.
It was when the people in the hotel peered out into the gloom and saw the creatures that several things happened. One was that quite a few of them looked pleased, those who were humanoid seemed to brighten up somewhat and stop in their travels to glance at the building where several sillhouettes were watching them. Some of them were stunned and surprised, freezing absoulutely in their tracks with gobsmacked expressions on their faces. A few of the shiftier looking inhabitants quietly slunk away, always facing the group and backing away at a steady rate to slink into the shadows before outright pelting away. A few even so much as spat at the ground and cursed after eyeing the newcomers.
One of those remaining was something that looked like a bipedal lizard with long and floppy ears, dyed a reddish color that only came into view when he stepped closer to the hotel's perimeters. "Oy, guvs! Youse guys are the Challengers brought in here by the Viewer, right?!" Particular emphasis was placed on "Challenger" as though it had some sort of special meaning and the rest of the sentence was said in a somewhat gutteral dialect.
It seemed that his particular creature also knew something about them that the Viewer either forgot to mention or did not have enough time to state. Said creature was looking somewhat dazed in fact. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have even gotten into that place! I should know, many a bloke got sizzled like sausages trying their hands at filching the place!" He was hollering so much that various buildings nearby were turning on whatever lights they had, and several people began to attempt to listen in on the conversation.
As Ranma Saotome mumbled something in his sleep and shifted, a sense of wariness settled over him. Most of the time, he would have slept squarely until either an uncute tomboy came into his room to dump a bucket of cold water over him or his father threw him out the window and into the koi pond. Utterwise, he was pretty hard to wake up by regular means. But this particular instance was special. It had to do with a cat, the one thing that Ranma Saotome truly feared along with a certain tomboy's home cooking. His eyes snapped open and he glanced around, noting that the place was snowy and he was perched in a tree. "How the hell did I get here? I'm not Ryoga..."
While he was peering about and looking at the strange people situated under said tree (he was pretty desensitized to weird at this point), he felt something touch his hand. It was soft and furry. Glancing down, the pigtailed boy froze as he saw what was currently aiming for him. It was a pink kitten with closed eyes and a tail that looked exactly like a cat's toy. If he had been anyone else, he would have pet the adorable Pokemon. Sadly, he was Ranma Saotome. "C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c..." He grew pale and nervous, skin actually whitening and losing color as his teeth clattered from the fear.
"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!" Suddenly, the boy jumped straight up twenty feet, grabbed the top of a much taller tree, and clung to the peak in a shivering mess. "C-call off your evil hellbeast!" In his mind, he remembered the horrible training where he was dumped in pit and had starving cats attack him due to his father equipping fish products on him. Meanwhile, the evergreen branches he blasted off of and through began to rain down on the clearing.
One of those remaining was something that looked like a bipedal lizard with long and floppy ears, dyed a reddish color that only came into view when he stepped closer to the hotel's perimeters. "Oy, guvs! Youse guys are the Challengers brought in here by the Viewer, right?!" Particular emphasis was placed on "Challenger" as though it had some sort of special meaning and the rest of the sentence was said in a somewhat gutteral dialect.
It seemed that his particular creature also knew something about them that the Viewer either forgot to mention or did not have enough time to state. Said creature was looking somewhat dazed in fact. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have even gotten into that place! I should know, many a bloke got sizzled like sausages trying their hands at filching the place!" He was hollering so much that various buildings nearby were turning on whatever lights they had, and several people began to attempt to listen in on the conversation.
As Ranma Saotome mumbled something in his sleep and shifted, a sense of wariness settled over him. Most of the time, he would have slept squarely until either an uncute tomboy came into his room to dump a bucket of cold water over him or his father threw him out the window and into the koi pond. Utterwise, he was pretty hard to wake up by regular means. But this particular instance was special. It had to do with a cat, the one thing that Ranma Saotome truly feared along with a certain tomboy's home cooking. His eyes snapped open and he glanced around, noting that the place was snowy and he was perched in a tree. "How the hell did I get here? I'm not Ryoga..."
While he was peering about and looking at the strange people situated under said tree (he was pretty desensitized to weird at this point), he felt something touch his hand. It was soft and furry. Glancing down, the pigtailed boy froze as he saw what was currently aiming for him. It was a pink kitten with closed eyes and a tail that looked exactly like a cat's toy. If he had been anyone else, he would have pet the adorable Pokemon. Sadly, he was Ranma Saotome. "C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c..." He grew pale and nervous, skin actually whitening and losing color as his teeth clattered from the fear.
"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!" Suddenly, the boy jumped straight up twenty feet, grabbed the top of a much taller tree, and clung to the peak in a shivering mess. "C-call off your evil hellbeast!" In his mind, he remembered the horrible training where he was dumped in pit and had starving cats attack him due to his father equipping fish products on him. Meanwhile, the evergreen branches he blasted off of and through began to rain down on the clearing.
@Lost Cause: Accepted.
@Teo: Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with what everyone said to you.
@Eviledd: Are you writing that up as your second character or keeping that one in reserve if the Joker doesn't work out?
@Teo: Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with what everyone said to you.
@Eviledd: Are you writing that up as your second character or keeping that one in reserve if the Joker doesn't work out?
@Juju: Your Kamina post has a few errors in there so I can't accept until you correct them. Sorry.
Get rid of the medium awareness and I'll accept the Joker. Do be warned though that overt evilness might rub some of the other characters off the wrong way.
I'm going to have to veto both Beck and Deadpool. The former because the powers are pretty abusable and the latter because it might get annoying for Deadpool to constantly break the fourth wall and know exactly what to do.
Looking around I can't find any information about the character you want to use. Is he an OC?
@Gabriel Evings: Can you please stop gming what me and other people putting in their posts. Assuming is fine and all, but you're putting in things that other players hadn't posted about.
Shirou nodded as the others made their intentions clear, happy that they were smart enough to think of such a plan. "You have my thanks for going to bring the others back. I will explore the Oasis and see what is available." Thus, the enchanter began to wander about the hotel himself, noting anything that could be of help. The place had some stockpiled supplies that would probably be needed for the following days, food especially and water especially. Since everything looked like it was taken during a successful run, the kitchens were probably well stocked and anything they didn't carry could be put in the freezer if they returned to the place.
Moving next to the bar and rooting around, Shiroe began to tuck away various supplies for people without the bodies of Adventurers or the powers of the others. Candy and small snacks for energy, alcohol for warmth and wounds, papers, pens, spare clothes of the employees, and other such things went inside his magic bag that had more space on the inside.
Those who would go explore the place would find most of the furnishings common to the establishment, such as artistic potted plants, chandeliers, and rooms filled with uniform beds and televisions (though these were the small blocky kind). Looking out the window, they would even be able to see more of the city, including what looked to be a giant spire in the distance that actually punctured through the lowest layer of clouds. Movement could be seen below, other inhabitants of the city that were walking about the night. Some carried lamps and other lights, while others were fleeting shapes in the darkness.
Those who can see better in the dark or those whose sights were concentrated on the street lamps would note that while most were humanoid, some had features that were decidedly not such as animal ears, extra appendages, or even creatures that eschewed the bipedal form entirely. Many different species could be seen, some from fantasies and myths while others came from space itself. Even the air space itself was not safe from strangeness as futuristic vehicles zoomed about traffic with giant airborne animals that were decidedly not avian in nature.
In the clearing where everyone started, someone actually could be heard snoring. If one followed the snore, they would find the source to be propped in the tree branches itself. A human who slept like a monkey was still out of it, though not enough to actually fall down from the branches that normal men couldn't even balance on. Clad in oriental cloth of red silk and looking like a martial practicioner of ancient China, Ranma Saotome was brought into the City and unlike the others, hadn't even woken up. If anything, he looked like he was so deep in his sleep that he was resting on the fluffiest and warmest mattress possible, and not a dead tree filled with snow.
Moving next to the bar and rooting around, Shiroe began to tuck away various supplies for people without the bodies of Adventurers or the powers of the others. Candy and small snacks for energy, alcohol for warmth and wounds, papers, pens, spare clothes of the employees, and other such things went inside his magic bag that had more space on the inside.
Those who would go explore the place would find most of the furnishings common to the establishment, such as artistic potted plants, chandeliers, and rooms filled with uniform beds and televisions (though these were the small blocky kind). Looking out the window, they would even be able to see more of the city, including what looked to be a giant spire in the distance that actually punctured through the lowest layer of clouds. Movement could be seen below, other inhabitants of the city that were walking about the night. Some carried lamps and other lights, while others were fleeting shapes in the darkness.
Those who can see better in the dark or those whose sights were concentrated on the street lamps would note that while most were humanoid, some had features that were decidedly not such as animal ears, extra appendages, or even creatures that eschewed the bipedal form entirely. Many different species could be seen, some from fantasies and myths while others came from space itself. Even the air space itself was not safe from strangeness as futuristic vehicles zoomed about traffic with giant airborne animals that were decidedly not avian in nature.
In the clearing where everyone started, someone actually could be heard snoring. If one followed the snore, they would find the source to be propped in the tree branches itself. A human who slept like a monkey was still out of it, though not enough to actually fall down from the branches that normal men couldn't even balance on. Clad in oriental cloth of red silk and looking like a martial practicioner of ancient China, Ranma Saotome was brought into the City and unlike the others, hadn't even woken up. If anything, he looked like he was so deep in his sleep that he was resting on the fluffiest and warmest mattress possible, and not a dead tree filled with snow.
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