John Walrus III

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John smiled lightly, relieved that Muse had understood. He observed the small exchange between the man next to... What was it? He said it was Orber now. Orb then. Easy to remember. He turned as he heard his other companion narrate himself. Was his name Ebil? It occurred to John that names hadn't really been his priority, but quickly forgot as a bird screeched where Ebil had stood. He stared for a moment, before saying, "Well, I guess it works." He recalled his previous thought and continued, "Also, I guess now would be a good time to say that my name is John." He nodded to Orb and the man. "Sorry for the delayed introduction."

John thought for a moment. It seemed dangerous, to be honest. Sure, he was the one who requested it, but still, what happened if he messed up? Well, you couldn't really mess up in an RP could you? Either it happened or it didn't. He sat down for a moment and thought. He didn't want to transform, at least not yet. The idea made him vaguely queezy. An idea occurred to him, inspired by Muse. He was a GM. So what if he used the properties of his world? He focused and pictured it before him. Something made a notable cracking sound behind him and nudged him gently. He turned slowly to find roughly what he had imagined: a Dragon Puppet. It seemed weak, though, and battered. The sight of his world's destruction must have gotten to him. He sighed and looked at it for a moment, before turning to the group. "I honestly didn't expect that to work." The Dragon Puppet cracked noises at John. Was this what Puppets sounded like? It was fairly similar to how he had imagined it. He stepped up to it and stroked its neck. The Dragon was small, to be sure, but maybe big enough to carry someone. John smiled. He was petting his own creation. It felt nice.

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John expected a few things from Muse. After all, he was practically on par with a god it seemed. Kneeling was not one of those things. John felt... well, scared was a good word. But then, so was impressed. John thought for a moment, trying to think carefully on his words so he didn't sound like an ass. "Well... you seem to talk about some impressive stuff that you can teach us?" He glanced at the group for a second, slightly more nervous. "Maybe we could start with that kind of thing? Nothing crazy, but..." Yes, he was certain he sounded like an ass now. "I'm not exactly keen on dying." John rubbed the side of his head, his migraine noticeably subsiding. He glanced at the die he was turning. Natural 1. Luck didn't seem to be in his favor right now.

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Euclid said
I just got home from the hospital. Currently passing a kidney stone. Will get a post up soon.

This seems like a surprisingly casual statement.

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The dragon joyride didn't help John's migraine, or his stomach. And the abrupt landing didn't help either. Leaving the others to their own devices, with Muse practically dancing for one of the newcomers, he stepped aside subtly, keeping it of the way. He dug though his pockets, the noises playing daggers on his mind. He finally located a bottle of painkillers, only to discover the contents to be missing. Grumbling in annoyance, he tossed the bottle aside, only to hear it rattle slightly. He frowned and grabbed for the bottle, finding just enough for one dose. John shook his head. The migraine was getting to him. Not that the fact that he was in a world of fiction helped. He chuckled slightly. Seems like there was a lot of stuff but getting right now.

After downing the pills, he sat for a moment before looking up at the great creation above them. No way that this was real. But then, he just got a ride from a transforming dragon-person.He focused back on the conversation before him, which appeared to be deteriorating quickly. John stood and stretched, before approaching Muse and his apparent friend. "I'm not sure what it's worth," he said as he walked toward them, "but I'm fairly confident in placing my word on Muse here." He realized he had started running his die through his fingers. "Even if he can turn into a dragon on a whim. Speaking of which," he continued, gesturing to the behemoth in the sky, "I believe we should focus on getting over there."

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I apologize for my lack of posting. Weather here had been interfering with my internet, and doing anything has been a bitch. I'll be sure to get a post up quickly.

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Muse commended John for his will. John allowed himself a small smile, feeling assured that he would see this Puppets thriving first-hand. He was mildly confused as Muse stepped outside, though, as he couldn't imagine where there would be any working transportation. His thoughts were answered when the figure outside the door quickly changed into an enormous shadow. The following clawed hand didn't exactly comfort him. He stood for a moment, trying to wrap his head around it, before deciding Fuck it! and jumping aboard the enormous living transport, though not without his worries. Still, if he understood what Muse was telling him, a transforming dragon would be one of the lesser oddities to come. He rested carefully upon the partially scaled hand, trying to block out his migraine and awaiting Muse's companion.

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Holy dragon batman. That escalated quickly. FLY, MY PRETTY!

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Kaga said
Well, the only flaw for now is that it seems to be just above dragon hunting ground (lol), but other than that, I like the idea. ^.^...Actually... ...Yes, it makes a fantastic base. We should totally use that.Oh and I should probably clarify something while I'm around; the death of a roleplay is not evident by the death of its inhabitants or the crumbling of its land, as a few of you seem to be assuming. Instead, it's more like that setting basically... fades from existence. , but I thought maybe not all of you read it, so it would be good to mention OOC before more people get confused.

Yeah, I wasn't sure where that would go, but hey, it brought some more psycho-bonkers to the table. Good to see that it went over well.

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John listened to Muse's words, hopping from disbelief to hope to confusion. His world was killed? He was relieved that it was no fault of his that the roleplay had fallen, but still. And now he was being told that he was in control. Yes, he had made the world, become the GM. But surely he wasn't akin to what sounded like a god. But he thought of bringing it all back, to restore one of the few things he called his own.

But what of the others? That was the question Muse posed. There were more, he said, in need of more help than John. He glanced over at his broken Puppet and studied his die. "You're likely right," he admitted. He stood, wincing as his migraine redoubled its efforts. Something told him he'd have to get used to that. "But I want you to remember this," John continued. "If I really can fix this, this world I made, I will. While I imagine your help would be useful..." John stared at the dripping roof for a moment. "I will do it myself if I must."

He looked Muse in the eyes, trying to find something. They were tired eyes, the kind of eyes he'd always imagined belonged to someone who held more stress than one person ever should. But perhaps he was mistaken. John nodded to himself. "Let's go, I guess." He tucked his die into a nich in his jacket, before pausing to grab a page he had glimpsed and very carefully tucking it into his cost pocket. "I can go ahead," he offered, unsure what to do next. "I don't mind the rain."