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UnOrdinary anyone? roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Tristesse looks in the direction of the voice. "Sorry, the surgery worsened my vision so you kind of look like a giant black blob. And I think they put a mantis shrimp in me..? I hope that's right." She laughs lightly. "What about you? Mr. 003, was it? I suppose that means you came after me." She winces a bit and sits back, closing her eyes. She'd strained her vision too much, so much she feels nauseous. "If calling me #002 makes anyone uncomfortable, my name is Tristesse."
Marin smiles back. "Did you ever think you'd wind up with a shapeshifter?"
"We can do something else if you'd like."

"Your choice. What looks good to you?" The average carnival games surround them.
One more!
Marin smiles softly. "It's strange to think that I was only supposed to stay here for a week, a month perhaps. But now it seems I'm staying for life."
Arthur grins when he sees some people in buckets on a nearby river. "Want to try it out?"

"You don't have to choose right now. Another game?"

@Solaris the ability system is a combination of the potential people are born with and the training taken. I'll explain in further detail in the OOC.
Welcome to the World of the UnOrdinary


Welcome to Wellston, where being ordinary and having no ability is unusual. Wellston is home to the very competitive and prestigious Wellston Private High School, and neighbor to Agwin High School. Although Wellston is known for its academic success, the student body is ruled by the Royals and elite tiered, all of which are determined by ability level. I wonder what level you are? Because, as much as we all want to thrive here, everyone knows only the strong can make it to the top. Can you survive the chaos?

DISCLAIMER: This roleplay takes place in the world of and using concepts from UnOrdinary, a webcomic by Uru-Chan. Some of the original characters may even be making an appearance. Who knows?

If this interest check gets four more people interested, then I will make the OOC.
Cesidia cuddles with a pillow and sleeps soundly for several hours.
Tristesse slowly awakens to this feeling of... flying almost. Like she's suspended in air; were her feet even touching anything? She opens her eyes to realize that she's in water, and a wall of glass stands right in front of her. For a moment, she panics, before remembering everything that had happened. Being infused with the DNA of a marine creature would explain how she could breathe in a giant capsule of water.

A doctor approaches her with a very large smile, and she finds herself smiling back. "Ah, Miss Fenuafanote. You're awake." The capsule drains of water, and she's escorted out. Almost immediately, she screams and covers her eyes with her hands. "Bon Dieu! What happened to the lights?!" She hears steps approach her. Are they going to attack her? Jump her while her eyes are closed? She steps back. "Who's there? Are you going to jump me?" She laughs at the idea.

"What can you see?"
"Ummm.. black. My eyes are closed."
She feels a hand on her arm and cloth sliding over her.
"What's going on?"
"This blindness seems to be a temporary side effect of your surgery. We're assisting you with clothes, and then showing you to your room."
The doctor's assistants help her into a dark blue sweatshirt with Subject#002 on the front and sleeves, and a matching pair of dark blue sweatpants. She smiles at the doctor meant to show her her room but for some reason, the guy steps back. Terrified, almost. But that's crazy. "This way to your room."

Hands on her arms and shoulders again until she hears a definite difference in the steps. They used to echo but now they are muffled. So carpet perhaps? Her room is fairly bare judging from the amount of room she has but she's informed that it's stocked with enough pencils and paper to keep her busy. "Thank you, sir." For the next few days, she sketches in her room, trying to make sense of the swirls of color that seems to be okay as her vision is now blurry.



Day four of experiment|| current condition: healthy with no significant change besides impaired vision


Bored from her withdrawal of human- is she human anymore?- interaction, Tristesse decides to walk around, see if she'll stumble across some other of the subjects. She comes across a lounge area, and sees a guy with some kind of black thing. Another apparently stinky guy sits on an ottoman. The only girl besides herself is asking the other two who they are, and as Tristesse situates herself in a loveseat she can't fathom the reasoning for the question. She chuckles.

"Why they're us of course."

She strains her eyes when she tries to focus on some sort of speaking shadow. Rusty the shadow. "Hi, Rusty. How long have you been that dark?"
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