Petulant

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Strength - Chase Rivers

Chase was still stuck in place. He stared as this behemoth of a man as everyone began to flee. The titan only raised one hand, as if to swipe them aside. "Kagutsuchi." He commanded and a a card manifested by his hand. The picture was too far to see. This Black Rabbit crushed the card in his hand, which was followed by black and red flames erupting round and behind him. A figure full of infernal, blue flame emerged from the fires with great orbs surrounding him. A ball of orange fire fit in front of the figure, so bright and hot Chase had to avert his eyes. The heat was beyond anything he had encountered, Chase felt like it would burn his skin and clothes clear off. Thus, he ran. He turned on his heel and began to run away. But he saw someone else, who had not run yet as everyone else had.

"Run, damn you! Run!" His cowardice betrayed him, he did not turn back to save them, but instead kept running.

"Ragnarok." He heard from behind him. And then there was fire. He felt over his feet from the shockwave as he heard the sound of impact, like metal hitting metal. He looked behind him and saw a barrier, like a mirror between him and the flame. But the kid who had not run was no longer there, consumed by the hungry flames. The grass around him had been lit from the fire that had spilled past the barrier and trees groaned and cracked as they exploded, the water inside them instantly evaporated. Chase looked up from the ground and saw three figures amidst the smoke and flame. One stepped forward, an old man dressed in a coat that was like a chessboard, checkered in black and white. He had a a tall tophat on his head and a cane in his hand.

"Hatter." Chase heard the behemoth speak from behind him. "Hatter. The Mad Hatter." Chase thought. Apparently his saviour.

"Run, young one. No one else need die today. Dorm Mouse, Bandersnatch, lead them to safety." The elderly man ordered the other two figures obscured by smoke and fire. They went off after that. Mad Hatter stepped forward, drawing a thin sword from his cane. "GO!" Chase did not need to hear that twice and ran after the others.

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The others saw a young girl dressed in a red tweed jacket run past them. She was wearing a bowler hat, had mouse ears and pink eyes. "Follow me to safety! Quickly!" She yelled and ran in front of them, far faster than they were as she jumped past the tall grass and roots.

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Strength - Chase Rivers

Need to get to safety? The little kid's words play back in his mind. The rabbit knew more than it was letting on, to be sure, but if they were really in danger, then...

The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Feeling a pit of dread in his stomach, Chase forced himself to look away from the others deeper into the forest. Nothing. Just massive trees and extraordinarily tall grass. He let out a sigh of relieved tension. What had gotten into him? Being scared by a few words, honestly... Feeling at ease, he took another drag of his cigarette and almost swallowed it when a mass of black, writhing tendrils and mist landed with an awful noise by the edge of the clearing.

"I'd assume that's... him." He said quietly, not sure anyone heard him. The mist and tendrils soon dissipated into nothing, revealing a more humanoid figure. He was monstrous in size, he had to be over eight feet tall and nothing but rippling muscle. Wearing simple black trousers, the man was topless with the exception of two sleeves strapped with belts on his hands. His black hair was tied into a ponytail. This would not scare Chase much, even if his size was a bit unnerving. It was those gleaming yellow eyes that set him on edge. The man's gaze was set on the White Rabbit.

"White Rabbit. Why are these humans here? It's time to stop this childish tantrum and come back to Queensland." His voice was tense, like honey on gravel as his eyes swept over their group before locking on the rabbit again. "No... why is she here?"

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Strength - Chase Rivers

Gentle summer breeze. The sensation of soft dirt and grass beneath him. Chase opened his eyes, the sight of tall grass, trees that reached for the sky, grey clouds. With ease that somewhat surprised him, somewhat jolted him awake, he stood up. Inspecting himself as he dusted the dirt off of his backside, he found himself in his usual work clothes. Instead of the clothes he had gone to sleep in on his day off. He looked around himself, eyes glancing over the others present. Everyone was very distinct, none of them people he knew. In fact, most were teenagers. This felt too vivid, too real to be a dream. He listened to the blond child, obviously the youngest one present, go on his monologue about dangers and tropes. How this was a dream and danger was imminent. He felt like dismissing these claims as the wild imagination of a child, but... something nagged at him at the back of his head. Especially about this not being a dream. It most certainly did not feel like a dream.

Feeling the familiar weight of his pack of cigarettes against his thigh, he fished out his cheap lighter and a single cigarette from the confines of his clothes and lit it. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he looked at the white rabbit. It was surprised to see adults here, meaning... he dreaded the conclusion his mind had come to. The ones who had come here before would have to have been the...

The child victims of P3 Syndrome.

And if they were here, that meant they were now comatose as well. With the sudden addition of over a dozen victims outside of the usual age range the Syndrome struck, London would fall into panic. Adults could now be affected as well. Chaos would ensue.

"Old man... you better find me."

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Name: Chase Rivers
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Chase is a fairly tall man, standing at 184 cm and weighing at 89 kg. He has a mop of dirty blonde hair he prefers to keep relatively short. He also has dim, green eyes and a complexion often seen in the British. He has a small, almost unnoticeable scar on his left brow.
Attire: Chase dresses in a uniform: that of a bartender. Straight black pants with a white, collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to halfway his elbows topped by a black vest. A pair of moderately nice shoes, however almost never polished and showing the passage of time at work. He keeps a pair of black, leather gloves in his back pocket.
Arcana: Strength
Weapon: None, he prefers to use his fists.
Personality: Chase is a quiet soul, preferring to keep everything not worth saying to himself. He isn't prone to anger or impulsive action for that matter. Rather, he is patient and passive, qualities his job as a bartender has taught him to hone to please even the rowdiest customer. This isn't to say he won't divulge in violence or force if need for such arises. He has kindly escorted many customers who have found fight within themselves through drink out of his establishment.

A side he rarely divulges to others, however, is his desire to protect. He is prepared to protect those who he loves and cares for, his family and friends, the establishment he works is and is set to inherit, and his way of life to the last. And he would dole out or receive any manner of punishment to realize this desire. Thus, he prefers this way of life, tending to a seedy bar with an even seedier customer base.
Backstory: Born and raised in London, Chase grew up with only his father, his mother having perished in childbirth. His family was not very well-off, his father's only claim to both money and fame being the Archives Pub situated in North Edmonton. Chase practically grew up in the pub, spending many nights doing homework in one of the booths during slower days while on others he worked tables. Whether this was legal or not, he knew not and cared even less. His father had always told him he'd inherit the Archives and that was the only future he seriously considered.

He would go to a culinary school to learn bartending and graduate just as the mysterious occasion known as Dark Hour began. Precisely at the same time each day, time would grind to a halt as patrons were encased in coffins, water ran red and the moon shone eerie, gaslight green. At first he had been frightened, for his father had left for a long business trip around the time this began and he was caring for both house and bar alone. Then he grew upset and finally accepting. Nothing happened during this mysterious, 25th hour of the day. Electricity cut off and clock's hands were still. He could only wait it out each day. Ten years later, the hour disappeared as mysteriously as it began.

A year later, came the P3 Syndrome. Chase didn't think much of it, having no children or friends with children that the mystery disease was affecting. Of course, he would do what he could. He served and listened to the woes of those who came to him, who some did suffer because of it, his customers. And that's what he'd keep on doing.

Persona Name: Heracles
Persona Appearance:
Persona Skills: Cleave, Rakukaja and Tarunda. Heracles resists physical damage, however is weak to ice.
Character Relevance: The greatest hero of all legend, Heracles performed Twelve Labours to regain favour among gods. So too must Chase perform his share of labours within Wonderland.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

Alyssa screamed as the explosion took place, instinctively dropping to her knees and shielding her head with her hands. Shivering from fear and uncertainty, she slowly began to gather herself and stood up. "Pl-please all remain calm. We will all get out here. We just need to get out of this cave and call for.... help..." She was distracted and cut off as she heard a noise from the entrance to the cave they were in. The sound of metal grinding against metal. Not even seconds later, someone stepped into view. He was tall, over seven feet tall, clad in pitch black, medieval armour with ominous, red light shining through his visor. On his hip, strapped to a belt, was a long sword as tall as the giant man himself.

Alyssa's breath was caught in her throat. Something inside her knew this newcomer, this absurd knight clad in black, was dangerous. Something within her told he was a threat to them all. That he might kill her, and all her wards, on a whim. Sweat poured down her face as she gritted her teeth. She then took stand between all her students and this mysterious knight. "D-don't come closer! Stay away!" She screamed, feeling impotent as ever before this tall stranger. But within her, the rage she felt before began to bubble and foam, intent on being released in full force.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

This is most likely my fault. I have been working long hours at my job lately and I think @The Jest has been waiting on me to make my post. Needless to say, I will make my post right away.

Edit: How the fuck do you ping people on this thing?

Edit: I posted now.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

Rage. Overwhelming, bubbling rage. It was threatening to overcome her entirely, like a turbulent ocean would a person stranded at sea. It was drowning her, suffocating her. She could not breathe. Her struggling seemed more than impotent. Gasping for air, she was suddenly jolted awake and the oh-so strong emotion seemed nothing more than a distant memory.

It took Alyssa a while to recover her memory of the recent events, and when she did, she hurried to get back on her feet. The children! she thought, trying to manage to get up when her sense of balance seemed shot to hell and her vision swimming. When her blurry sight finally seemed to correct itself enough for her to properly see, she saw some of her students awake and well. But some of them... a sense of insurmountable horror overtook her. Her wards. The children she had a duty to protect and oversee, dead. She felt bile rising up at the back of her throat. And promptly threw up all over her shoes. Wiping her face, still dry heaving after emptying her stomach, she looked at the students who were still, thank the heavens above, alive.

"Is anyone hurt? Please, check yourselves if anyone is injured and have them lay down until help comes." she managed to babble despite panic threatening to consume her.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

I'm just giggling on people speculating over the motivations of God here, since I know the truth of it. Is kinda fun.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

Name: Alyssa Caine
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Appearance: Alyssa has auburn, shoulder-length hair and blue eyes with greenish tint. She usually dons herself in very casual clothing, like sweaters and jeans.
Desire: Alyssa thinks its her purpose to continue protecting the students she has seen as her wards, but her powers reflect another desire entirely, one she vehemently denies: The desire to rage out against the heavens and bring them crashing down.
Ability: The ability to morph parts of her body into a more feral appearance for boosts in strength and speed.
Weapon: None
Personality: Before awakening, Alyssa saw herself a shepherd for the young. Kind, caring, understanding and protective. Even after awakening, she claims she has not changed. Though a rage unlike any other has been kindled within her.
Backstory: Alyssa was the teacher accompanying the students.

Name: Black Knight
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance: A massive knight clad in pitch black armour. A red light in seen glowing beneath his visor.

More details on the latter will be revealed as the RP progresses. For now, know that he is an outsider to this world.

The Witch Hunt

Not in a mood to even consider mingling with others after the events of the Scar and its peculiar mist, Freiya sulked in the corner of the makeshift mess hall prepared for the Knights so that they could dine and converse properly after the last few days. She had no appetite, picking slowly at her food. But she knew she had to eat well, so she forced the food down her throat even if it tasted bland in her mouth. A peal of fury still raged on within her, even if she had calmed down considerably after arriving to the camp. Evening rolled by and Freiya's mood had elevated far above earlier. For she had discovered an entire crateful of wine. Completely unattended, even. Oh, that poor bastard whose job was tending to those. Hoisting as many as she could carry in her arms back to her table, Freiya set to fill her wine-skin before almost gleefully - Light forbid someone actually call her gleeful, she was the sourest of the entire recruit bunch - taking a swig from the bottle. Freiya watched the other recruits with a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, finding the atmosphere pleasant - especially due to Dys, who had apparently taken upon herself the noble quest of encouraging some of the fellow recruits to drink, with some success. Freiya arrived to the tent where a few of the recruits were already sleeping later than the rest, having opted to drink in the mess hall. Her arrival caused a few cautious whispers among the night owls, who were either conversing quietly or reading by the lantern light. It was no secret among the recruits Freiya enjoyed her drink, nor that seemingly no matter how much the blonde drunk she seemed to function as well as any of them sober. Except this time Freiya had a little hop to her step, her face heavily flushed and a stupid grin on her face as she ventured further into the tent looking for a free bed, two bottles of wine in her hands. She was far more drunk than usual. She had missed the episode of Alice's belly tattoo, too. Were I a bird, would my wings be clipped? Were I a wolf of winter snows, would I howl for one last time? Were I a lake, would I already be dry? Were I still a child, what color would be my sky? Freiya had a surprisingly good singing voice, deep and somber like her personality often was. After becoming orphaned, Freiya had learned how to live off of the streets from the drunkards and crooks of her home village. She had picked up a few of their songs, too. Evenings spent sitting by the campfire were one of the few good memories she had of those times. Stripping down to her underwear, sleep quickly came to Freiya as the woman crashed into one of the beds, leaving the few night owls murmuring among themselves. The Next Day As the recruits gathered up next morning, they were given their next assignment. A crew of mercenaries holed up in a cavern half a day's travel away. Alongside that, their recruit batch was finally given their name. Team Aegis. A shield of old legend. Freiya thought it was a good, strong name. Her father had taught her many things of old legends and gods. After all, she was named after one herself. Sitting atop a crate, Freiya took a swig from her last bottle as many of the other recruits hurried about, trying to alleviate both the light pounding at the back of her head and the throbbing of her scar. Then, prompted by Alicia's words, Dys delivered her small, impromptu speech. Freiya let herself grin at the dwarven woman's words. "Aye." she thought. She could get behind the two women's words. As soon as her head stopped killing her anyhow.