I recently binged all of MHA in one day and let's just say I'm hyped!!!! I want to join! I would also prefer a school setting but I'm not picky! So just let e know if I can join!
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I'll think I make a character using the Temperance Arcana.
I am interested! Is there any theme with the Persona's?
I want to reply after Spriggs so that I can get some Rika in, but I'll also be having Ice come in and he's got some stuff to say to Mondatta and our coffee maker
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EDIT: Also, can they really kill everyone all in one hour?
You'd be surprised what a person can do in an hour, or when everybody falls into despair they go on a battle royale kind of deal
I wonder what would happen if somebody broke into a locked room during the night of carnage? Does the room stay permanently open from then on? Or does it get re-locked once the hour passes?
While Mason was devouring the sandwich in an oddly sensual and vicious manner a voice spoke up, which brought the coffee addict back to reality with a startling halt. And it was a pun on top of it all. Mason turned his head towards the sound of the voice and he looked at her while he finished the sandwich in a more civilized manner and made a loud audible gulp as the last bite went down his throat. Mason stared at her for a moment with a blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears until he suddenly said, "That joke fell flat." Mason punned back to Krista subtly. God, he must be out of it to make that pun.
But Thankfully neither of them had time to process their punning as Mary and Mondatta came into the break room with a few others. After a rather short but much needed speech, Mary and Mondatta give out items to Shona and Kara respectively. But even with the speech and the hopes for cooperation, Mason still had doubts about the others, with a few exceptions, Mondatta, Shona, and Aleecia so far, Mondatta since he seems like the kind of person who never kill even in self defense, Shona because of her knightly personality and killing an innocent would go with everything she stands for, Aleecia due to her blindness, blind people make bad killers if Mason had to guess. But everybody else was a danger, the one that put him on edge most is Davis, he seems to have too much of an ego to go quietly accept his fate or work with others.
Mason finally decided to talk when there was a pause in the conversation, "I wish it was that simple Mondatta sir, but there's too much at risk to blindly trust each other... It'll only take one person to take advantage of that trust and we have a dead body and a Blackened." Mason spoke honestly but he made sure not to sound harsh as he did so. "I suggest we make safety rules of our own, like going anywhere in this place in groups of three or more, the same deal with how many people can be in a single room at a time, let's be honest if we leave two people alone there's always a danger of one of them killing the other while everybody else isn't looking at them, and we should have a meeting time each day so we can discuss any clues we found and just generally not wandering around in secret killing each other." Mason rambled his ideas. Normally Mason's isn't one for plans but this whole thing wasn't normal so during extraordinary events one would have to do extraordinary things to survive.
But Thankfully neither of them had time to process their punning as Mary and Mondatta came into the break room with a few others. After a rather short but much needed speech, Mary and Mondatta give out items to Shona and Kara respectively. But even with the speech and the hopes for cooperation, Mason still had doubts about the others, with a few exceptions, Mondatta, Shona, and Aleecia so far, Mondatta since he seems like the kind of person who never kill even in self defense, Shona because of her knightly personality and killing an innocent would go with everything she stands for, Aleecia due to her blindness, blind people make bad killers if Mason had to guess. But everybody else was a danger, the one that put him on edge most is Davis, he seems to have too much of an ego to go quietly accept his fate or work with others.
Mason finally decided to talk when there was a pause in the conversation, "I wish it was that simple Mondatta sir, but there's too much at risk to blindly trust each other... It'll only take one person to take advantage of that trust and we have a dead body and a Blackened." Mason spoke honestly but he made sure not to sound harsh as he did so. "I suggest we make safety rules of our own, like going anywhere in this place in groups of three or more, the same deal with how many people can be in a single room at a time, let's be honest if we leave two people alone there's always a danger of one of them killing the other while everybody else isn't looking at them, and we should have a meeting time each day so we can discuss any clues we found and just generally not wandering around in secret killing each other." Mason rambled his ideas. Normally Mason's isn't one for plans but this whole thing wasn't normal so during extraordinary events one would have to do extraordinary things to survive.
Mason barely slept as his mind was swamped with anxiety and fear, especially when midnight arrived and pass without a murderous robotic loli breaking down his door and killing him instantly. Instead he had to deal with his inner thoughts and doubts all night, which at this point in the morning with his eyes heavy and his stomach turning like a tumble dryer with a brick in it, he would welcome death by killer loli bait.
Mason raised from his hospital bed with a loud audible groan as well as his bones creaking from the sudden movement. Mason slowly blink his eyes to adjust it to the light, and he suddenly reminded of his situation when his eyes showed a clear picture of his surroundings, it was a hospital room but it was customized for him. There was a desk with a pile of books all of which he thinks are just photocopied coffee shop au's of various fandoms if he remembered correctly while he was looking though them in his restless state the night before, admittedly he isn't complaining about the stories, it's something to kill time with while he waits for the night of carnage to pass as he's too paranoid to sleep during that hour. Also in the desk drawers is bunch of coffee mixtures as well as a small instant coffee maker which will keep him alive as he can't live without caffeine, There was also things to make espresso with but he doesn't have an espresso machine to make use of them so he guessed there was a machine nearby he can use to make it, if there isn't any then Dr. Goodkill or whatever is really evil. Well, a petty kind of evil as well as just being a mass murdering kidnapper, which is pretty up there in evilness. And finally. The final item of note in the room was a wrapped box which he ignored last night after the tri-tone bear's comment ran in his ears like a bullet shooting within a bell for a few hours. This item is to be used to get close to people and hopefully get close enough to them to kill them when they least expect it. It was evil, but admittedly a horrifyingly brilliant idea. From what he can figure out without opening the box and just guessing by the Dr's demented personality, each gift was meant for a specific person, to nudge somebody to kill that person, like some kind of demented warning.
Mason sighed, he lifted the box and placed it under his bed without opening it, he will not satisfy that fuck bear by acknowledging the bear's tools to get under their collective skin. Mason will fucking spite that fuck bear by not killing anybody, he doesn't have a reason to kill, heck, he barely has a reason to live, well, up until now anyways, Mason will now live just to spite that fucking bear.
Mason went to the bathroom and used it quickly, and when he finished he looked at the mirror as he washed his hands, and he let out a sigh. He looked tired as shit and his hair was a mess, even his green eyes look like a duller shade compared to the last time he looked in a mirror. Quickly Mason poured water on his hair in a attempt to flatten it to look more presentable, he could shower but he doesn't feel like it, he'll have one when he starts to smell which won't be long as Anxiety and fear does make one sweat. Sometime profusely.
Mason walked towards his door and before he gripped the handle he scanned the room one last time, which he regretted since he could see the box poking out of under his bed. He looked at it for a moment, but the pain of his empty stomach brought him back to reality, and he made his way out of the room, and the first thing he sees is a sword in full display of the hallway in the hands of Felix. The air seems casual, but Mason's disappointed that somebody opened the boxes so fast. Mason let out a defeated sigh, "It's too early in the morning to be brandishing swords..." Mason muttered as he walked past Felix and his sword and Davis and his prayer beads, Mason hoped to god that they were prayer beads, without giving a second glance. Mason didn't want to give Davis the time of day, If Davis is going to be annoyed with him with what a fuck bear said about him, he's just going to ignore him and his glares, it's not worth causing drama over a guy's hurt ego, they have real problems to deal with.
Mason dig in his pocket's while he was walking aimlessly down the hall hoping to find some food, but he found a PDA looking thing and he remembered that they were e-handbooks, they were supposed to be use to get into their rooms and a few of the locked rooms thought out the area. Mason walked and played around with it clicking here and there and all over. During his mad clicking he found a mad of the building and he sees that there's a break room not far from where he first woke up in this nightmare, there's bound to be food in the break room, there better unless the bear bribes them with food like some kind of dystopian nightmare.
Mason found his way to the break room, which isn't that far of a walk from where he started. Mason opened the door and scanned the room, seeing that there's a mini fridge, a drink dispenser, and, there is a god, an espresso machine! Mason almost let out a scream of delight, but instead he let out a relived sigh. It would appear he's the first one here. Good that means he get free reign of food.
Mason hastily made his way to the mini fridge and opened it door to see it's contents. And like a siren on a rocky coast there was a sandwich front and center as if tempting him like said siren to a sailor to his doom. Mason grabbed the wrapped sandwich and quickly and clumsily unwrapped it and than took a deep bite of it like a shark to a surfer that would be featured in an inspirational film of surviving a shark attack. Which is a pretty big bite. The taste was unimaginable, in a good way. Hunger always has a way of making mediocre food taste like the best damned thing ever. Mason must've looked out of it with him chewing the sandwich in a overly sensual and overblown manner. But damned be the consequences to his reputation, he finally ate something after god know how long.
Mason raised from his hospital bed with a loud audible groan as well as his bones creaking from the sudden movement. Mason slowly blink his eyes to adjust it to the light, and he suddenly reminded of his situation when his eyes showed a clear picture of his surroundings, it was a hospital room but it was customized for him. There was a desk with a pile of books all of which he thinks are just photocopied coffee shop au's of various fandoms if he remembered correctly while he was looking though them in his restless state the night before, admittedly he isn't complaining about the stories, it's something to kill time with while he waits for the night of carnage to pass as he's too paranoid to sleep during that hour. Also in the desk drawers is bunch of coffee mixtures as well as a small instant coffee maker which will keep him alive as he can't live without caffeine, There was also things to make espresso with but he doesn't have an espresso machine to make use of them so he guessed there was a machine nearby he can use to make it, if there isn't any then Dr. Goodkill or whatever is really evil. Well, a petty kind of evil as well as just being a mass murdering kidnapper, which is pretty up there in evilness. And finally. The final item of note in the room was a wrapped box which he ignored last night after the tri-tone bear's comment ran in his ears like a bullet shooting within a bell for a few hours. This item is to be used to get close to people and hopefully get close enough to them to kill them when they least expect it. It was evil, but admittedly a horrifyingly brilliant idea. From what he can figure out without opening the box and just guessing by the Dr's demented personality, each gift was meant for a specific person, to nudge somebody to kill that person, like some kind of demented warning.
Mason sighed, he lifted the box and placed it under his bed without opening it, he will not satisfy that fuck bear by acknowledging the bear's tools to get under their collective skin. Mason will fucking spite that fuck bear by not killing anybody, he doesn't have a reason to kill, heck, he barely has a reason to live, well, up until now anyways, Mason will now live just to spite that fucking bear.
Mason went to the bathroom and used it quickly, and when he finished he looked at the mirror as he washed his hands, and he let out a sigh. He looked tired as shit and his hair was a mess, even his green eyes look like a duller shade compared to the last time he looked in a mirror. Quickly Mason poured water on his hair in a attempt to flatten it to look more presentable, he could shower but he doesn't feel like it, he'll have one when he starts to smell which won't be long as Anxiety and fear does make one sweat. Sometime profusely.
Mason walked towards his door and before he gripped the handle he scanned the room one last time, which he regretted since he could see the box poking out of under his bed. He looked at it for a moment, but the pain of his empty stomach brought him back to reality, and he made his way out of the room, and the first thing he sees is a sword in full display of the hallway in the hands of Felix. The air seems casual, but Mason's disappointed that somebody opened the boxes so fast. Mason let out a defeated sigh, "It's too early in the morning to be brandishing swords..." Mason muttered as he walked past Felix and his sword and Davis and his prayer beads, Mason hoped to god that they were prayer beads, without giving a second glance. Mason didn't want to give Davis the time of day, If Davis is going to be annoyed with him with what a fuck bear said about him, he's just going to ignore him and his glares, it's not worth causing drama over a guy's hurt ego, they have real problems to deal with.
Mason dig in his pocket's while he was walking aimlessly down the hall hoping to find some food, but he found a PDA looking thing and he remembered that they were e-handbooks, they were supposed to be use to get into their rooms and a few of the locked rooms thought out the area. Mason walked and played around with it clicking here and there and all over. During his mad clicking he found a mad of the building and he sees that there's a break room not far from where he first woke up in this nightmare, there's bound to be food in the break room, there better unless the bear bribes them with food like some kind of dystopian nightmare.
Mason found his way to the break room, which isn't that far of a walk from where he started. Mason opened the door and scanned the room, seeing that there's a mini fridge, a drink dispenser, and, there is a god, an espresso machine! Mason almost let out a scream of delight, but instead he let out a relived sigh. It would appear he's the first one here. Good that means he get free reign of food.
Mason hastily made his way to the mini fridge and opened it door to see it's contents. And like a siren on a rocky coast there was a sandwich front and center as if tempting him like said siren to a sailor to his doom. Mason grabbed the wrapped sandwich and quickly and clumsily unwrapped it and than took a deep bite of it like a shark to a surfer that would be featured in an inspirational film of surviving a shark attack. Which is a pretty big bite. The taste was unimaginable, in a good way. Hunger always has a way of making mediocre food taste like the best damned thing ever. Mason must've looked out of it with him chewing the sandwich in a overly sensual and overblown manner. But damned be the consequences to his reputation, he finally ate something after god know how long.
I'm starting to worry this RP won't get off the ground, @CrimsonCastle hasn't been on in ten days.
So should we start another RP? if anybody is willing to make it, I wouldn't mind helping as a Co-GM if that's the case.
what do you guys think?
So should we start another RP? if anybody is willing to make it, I wouldn't mind helping as a Co-GM if that's the case.
what do you guys think?
Mason didn't get an answer from neither Shona or Davis when he asked them a question, in fact Davis was glaring at him with anger the Bear's word seemingly gotten to him. Mason let out a defeated sigh and walked away from the two and everybody else. He felt invisible compared to everybody else's more visible personality, so he might as well be of some use and look around the basement and look for a clue as to what the hell is happening. And he didn't feel like being around so many noisy and loud people at once, as he didn't have his morning coffee yet and he still had a head splitting migraine.
He was heading down the basement hall past the large clearing to his right and even more elevators until he arrived to a hallway with many more doors on each side, when Mason tried to open the nearest door it was locked tight, if he had to take a guess the card reader next to each door opens the room up when a key card is used, but at the moment Mason didn't any key cards in his procession, all he had was an MP3 Player, his wallet but all it had was his personal cards and a discount card to Starbucks, his house keys which he wondered why the kidnapper let him keep these, and one other thing but he knew it would be useless at a time like this, if anything it might cause trouble if he pulled it out.
Mason let out another defeated sigh, he just continued walking down the hall while trying in vain to open each door as he walked past them. Until finally he arrived to the bend of the hall and when he looked down the hall he seen more doors, but one door was different, it was at the very end of the hall and it was a double door at that and it didn't have a card reader next to it.
Mason walked towards the double door, he completely ignored the other doors knowing full well they were locked until he was right in front of it he lifted his hand up to the handle and pulled it towards himself which opened up to a large room with a fountain and even more rooms, it was much more open and less claustrophobic then the previous room, Mason walked past the fountain, Mason didn't know where to start looking for clues, so for a moment he just look down at the fountain, "What did I do to be trapped here..." he mumbled as he tried to find an answer in his memories but nothing seemed important enough to trap him here, unless getting somebody's order wrong is enough reason to trap him here then he can think of two people if that's the case, but that would be too unreasonable. But why are the others in the other room here for? Mason let out a frustrated sigh and started to pace around the room deciding which room to go into first.
He was heading down the basement hall past the large clearing to his right and even more elevators until he arrived to a hallway with many more doors on each side, when Mason tried to open the nearest door it was locked tight, if he had to take a guess the card reader next to each door opens the room up when a key card is used, but at the moment Mason didn't any key cards in his procession, all he had was an MP3 Player, his wallet but all it had was his personal cards and a discount card to Starbucks, his house keys which he wondered why the kidnapper let him keep these, and one other thing but he knew it would be useless at a time like this, if anything it might cause trouble if he pulled it out.
Mason let out another defeated sigh, he just continued walking down the hall while trying in vain to open each door as he walked past them. Until finally he arrived to the bend of the hall and when he looked down the hall he seen more doors, but one door was different, it was at the very end of the hall and it was a double door at that and it didn't have a card reader next to it.
Mason walked towards the double door, he completely ignored the other doors knowing full well they were locked until he was right in front of it he lifted his hand up to the handle and pulled it towards himself which opened up to a large room with a fountain and even more rooms, it was much more open and less claustrophobic then the previous room, Mason walked past the fountain, Mason didn't know where to start looking for clues, so for a moment he just look down at the fountain, "What did I do to be trapped here..." he mumbled as he tried to find an answer in his memories but nothing seemed important enough to trap him here, unless getting somebody's order wrong is enough reason to trap him here then he can think of two people if that's the case, but that would be too unreasonable. But why are the others in the other room here for? Mason let out a frustrated sigh and started to pace around the room deciding which room to go into first.
"Hey, so what's this Theater treatment thing you mentioned, you two-tone furry ass." Mason asked the deranged bear while giving it an angry glare.
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