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Jul 9, 2017 14:34:48 GMT -5
Post by toast on Jul 9, 2017 14:34:48 GMT -5
"Titans are the creatures of old, tasked with one duty: the creation of gargantua. The Titan of Time has awoken from its slumber and is pushing the wheels of fate forward at a rapid pace." Her hand slowly reached forward to place over her heart, closing her eyes in sadness. "I fear the titan of time is trying to awaken the others."
She gave a small pause, her eyes opening to gaze down at the redhead in particular. "Defeating the titan of time may have unexpected changes that occur on gargantua, but I fear I do not know what those changes may be. However, containing the titan will restore gargantua to its natural state. The Dione you knew will return to normal as if time never touched it." She raised the hand that was over her heart to the other players, motioning towards all of them standing before her. "Whether you defeat them or not, the choice is left to you. I do believe fighting the titan may unlock a new power for you all."
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Jul 9, 2017 17:08:07 GMT -5
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Jul 9, 2017 17:04:24 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Jul 9, 2017 17:04:24 GMT -5
In all honesty, he was a little tired of the games this lady was playing. He would rather have been out in the festival trying to have a decent time then to be here. When they had first received the message to head to the town of origins, he had not wanted to go. It could have been a trap of some kind for all he knew. The game had thrown so much into their faces that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was a death trap.
But curiosity killed the cat and with much reluctance, he found himself dragged to the town of origins standing before what seemed to be some kind of goddess. As she talked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously at her plea for help and as the players around them began to fire off questions one by one, he found himself slowly getting more annoyed. They were all valid questions. What was happening in Dione? What was coming? How do they stop the threat? But one question in particular stood out above the rest, causing his eyes to turn at the players who demanded how to get out of the game. It was the question he wanted to ask more than anything, not just for himself, but for the one person he chose to protect over everyone.
Her answers were vague and left more questions than answers. She claimed that defeating the titans would get them out but as far as he knew, she wasn’t trustworthy. She wanted help but she wasn’t able to give them the answers they needed in order to fight the so-called threat nor answer why or how they got trapped in the game. As far as he knew, she was pretty much useless to them.
“Surely someone like yourself knows a little more than you’re letting on. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell us but don’t drag us all out here to give us some bullshit answers you’re pulling out of your ass.” He glared up at the woman, regarding her with contempt. “You keep spewing stuff about the titans but what I want to know is who are you? You’re asking for help but how do we even know if we can trust you?”
Summary: Seven is rude af but it’s fine. Who are you? cause you lookin real suspicious
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Jul 10, 2017 13:54:16 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jul 10, 2017 13:54:16 GMT -5
DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD EAT UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING BUT BONES THERE IS STILL ROOM IN THE STOMACH
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meatpie asked ''What happens when we die, can we be saved further then those initial moments?'' b/c she wants to know if we can save some of the already dead ppl #hopesitried | Questions flew from every quarter, many touching on different subjects.
And yet, Meatpie found herself wondering, almost questioning. This event was odd to say the least, and the first thing that made her curious, was that many focused on the game and the titans. One had started to focus on the figure itself, but yet, something else bothered Meatpie. There was a question on the tip of her tongue. Yet she couldn't quite focus it, because if she asked it would be difficult. Oh, people understood that this game was death - that people die when they are killed. But there was something that she wanted to know, very much. Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself.
Because death hurt. It's permanence was dangerous, and yet, Meatpie wondered if there was a way to save them. Names on her list that were grayed out, people that died in the raids that were still on friend's lists. There was the charge to save them few moments before they faded, but she wanted to know if they could save the souls that had been gone longer. Because their data must still be in the server, for some reason. Or did their bodies fade? She needed to know, because some of her children might be dead as well! That very real thought was one of the most painful. And she couldn't bare it.
''What happens when we die, can we be saved further then those initial moments?'' she asked, the question heavy on her heart.
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Jul 14, 2017 0:51:30 GMT -5
Post by Scholar on Jul 14, 2017 0:51:30 GMT -5
[attr="class","TheHandmaiden05"] [attr="class","TheHandmaiden"] O f course a random four letter message with some strange symbols at the end was the kind of thing that grabbed Scholar's attention. Not only did she receive the message but just based on the sheer volume of beeps that rang out from people received messages she assumed that everyone in this entire shitty game received the message. It didn't take the dark haired girl too long to decide to check out the location that had been included with the strange message. Arriving at the location marked in the message roughly around the same time as most of the other players Scholar would stand around in silence for a long time. Just quietly taking in each question that was asked and the answer that the strange lady gave them in response. The concept of these titan things and what they could do honestly scared her a bit, after all if they died here that was it, no press start to continue the game, no extra lives, everything was just over. And for there to be an even bigger threat to all of them was just..scary. Finally thinking of some kind of question to ask, one that was primarily fueled by the bit of fear she was fearing at the moment, Scholar would clear her throat before speaking up finally. "Ummm excuse me? Is there anyway that you personally could help us fight these titan things?"❀ 235 words
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Jul 15, 2017 9:15:03 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2017 9:14:51 GMT -5
Post by mark on Jul 15, 2017 9:14:51 GMT -5
Words were pouring in like infantry. Questions were quickly becoming demands she couldn't or refused to deliver on. Sliding her palm down a golden bar, she turned her grace to the Cardinal below. “I'm your protector.” She stated loud enough for the whole crowd to hear. “It is of your own free will to trust me, all I do is wish to help.” Her voice calmed itself through the sentence.
Turning to the Synexis, her face lost any further expression it had left. “Death means just that. There is no coming back. I'm sorry.” She left no smirk, only a sign of remorse.
Finally, finishing her pull she shifted to the geneticist. She pulled at the leafy vines that covered the whole interior. “I can only guide you. It all rests in your hands. Everyone of you. The players.” Her vision scanned over the piles of players down below.
Sounds of chains and mechanical instruments overlapped any further questions. The broken birdcages and the foliage that covered them started to pull towards the light of the ceiling. Only a feint voice echoed over the rest.
“I wish you luck.”
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