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Group RP Pandora's Abnormalities

Discussion in 'Roleplay Institute' started by LassusVulpes, Oct 3, 2021.

  1. LassusVulpes

    LassusVulpes Eclipse Holder

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    Black out, everything. Leave no save spots, nothing shall be left, banish all monsters. There's only one way to Salvation, Pandora is a demon you should never trust, not even with a feather .


    Boris woke , he felt a weight on his neck. Reaching his hand under his hair he pops his neck, he did a little stretch "10,000 years can really get a crick in the neck" a small ghost said , Boris looked at . Blinked twice, "this is some fever dream with Robin Williams ..." He muttered.

    The ghost vanished and Boris looked around, he was surrounded by trees that reached all the way up to the horizons, they bent and twisted in abnormal directions. the branches hung upside down .

    He walked around in a daze for a little bit before spotting what seemed to be a squirrel. He approached, "Hey little bud." He chimed, bending down. "Wow the first normal thing i've seen here." he thought to himself.

    The squirrel turned to look at Boris, when its face split in half and a large tongue shot out of the gaping hole that used to be its face. It's tongue wrapped around its neck, It flailed around before falling to a motionless halt "What in the absolute hells. ." Boris's teeth chattered as he fell back in horror of the suicidal squirrel.
     
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  2. Barandofl

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    Tobias was currently asleep in his bed, currently resting after a night of studying how to properly identify which old ladies were actual normal old grannys in the woods, and which were mutated cursed beast hags. All for some stupid class assignment.

    "*SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAA*"


    And just like that, his restful sleep was cut short by a terribly loud noise. Waking up with not much worrying, he looks at his closed window.

    "Uhh, was that a flying screaming goat? That would mean...wait, it's Wednesday already!?!?" He said to himself, trying rub the sleep from his eyes. Once realizing what day it was, he quickly got up from his bed, and began making his way to the bathroom. Once he was done brushing his teeth, he made his way down stairs to the kitchen, where he can smell someone cooking breakfast. Once in the kitchen, he saw his mother preparing what looked like an omelet.

    "Oh, Toby, your up. Just in time, I just finished making some breakfast. Your father managed to get these eggs himself yesterday, so they're guaranteed fresh." His mother spoke, placing a plate of freshly made omelets in front of him. "I've been told about what happened in your school, so you're free to do whatever you want today."

    Once he sat down, he looked at his plate to see a massive sized omelet. Upon seeing it, he immediately knew his father had to wrestle with a 5 foot tall seagull for these eggs, and there was no way he was letting such delicacy go to waste. Without wasting another second, he began chowing down on his breakfast. Once he consumed his morning food, he began making his way towards the front door. But before he could reach the door, he heard a loud '*Glub*" sound coming from the living room, knowing what the sound meant, he quickly ran towards the direction of the sound. On the living room, he locked eyes with a large fish tank the size of a kitchen table that has been placed in the living room. To be more precise, he was making eye contact with a lone salmon that was inside the fish tank.

    "Hey grandpa, I know you're visiting and all, but I promised mom that I was gonna go out to pick some things up for her." Tobias spoke to the salmon, getting ready to bid his farewells. "I'll be back by tonight, so we can talk then okay. See ya grandpa!."

    After receiving a nod from the salmon, Tobias began waving goodbye while making his way towards the door. Normally, he would be making his way to class, but due to a few teachers accidentally turning into frogs after a run in with a mutated cursed beast hag in the outskirts forest, the students were given a few days off from classes. They explained that classes will be back in session, once they hired more teachers, or managed to turn the frogs back into faculty staff. So with a smile on his face, he walked away from his house to fulfill his word to his mother.
     
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  3. Jupjami

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    Kullund solemnly walked towards a group of terrified bandits. He tilted his head as they backed away from him as he moved closer.
    "Why do you cower? I bequeathed onto your ailing comrade the grace of slumber's embrace," he asked, hearing a 'Monster!' and 'Who the hell are you?' in response. Looking at the bloodless corpse of the other thug, he shrugged and turned away from them with a flourish of his cape.
    "I bid thee farewell." As he walked Kullund heard one of the bandits launch himself towards the shaman with a yell, which he ignored.

    "Yer gonna pay for this! You hear me? Oi, stop ignoring me!" the thug roared, angry at being cast aside. Frustrated, he pulled on the weirdo's headdress, and immediately saw black.
    "Do not lay thine unpure hands on my head." Kullund warned and pulled back his outstretched fist. Again, he turned around and walked slowly, paying no heed to the other bandits.
     
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  4. ChocoChicken

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    WHAT AM I DOING HERE

    Alan was not used to this place.
    He had been halfway through his shift at Denny's, may have accidentally killed a customer, presumably died, and was now in some kind of strange world that only someone on eight different highs at once could dream up.
    Oh, and he was a deer now, because obviously that Pandora person could not have let him have opposable thumbs. Just a mouth to hold his frying pan with.

    WHERE AM I

    Well, at least he was still at Denny's. Still serving customers at his only-slightly-above-minimum-wage job. Except his current customer was a floating coat hanger with a nose that sniffed in Morse Code. Alan was honestly just relying on translations from his coworker, who was thankfully just another talking deer. That was until a giant floating eldritch void floated along and slurped up both the current customer and his coworker before turning to face him, the singular glowing orange eye looking expectantly.

    WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT

    Alan tried not to throw up and faced the void. "Hello, this is Denny's. May I take your order?"
     
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  5. BZRich64

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    The sewers had long been the domain of ratkind, the most superior of all races. And under the watchful eyes of their king, the great Rattus Regis, they had grown to prosper. But they were not alone down there and had many rivals vying for control of the underground waterways.

    Rattus Regis sat upon their throne of bones, gorging themselves on a veritable feast of scraps with their seven mouths, when the cries of their scouts sounded out that intruders were approaching. Before the guards had a chance to ready themselves, however, several speed boats.

    "Sewer Gators!" Someone cried as the sharply-dressed reptiles pulled out their guns and began riddling the place with bullets.

    With a mighty squeak, the rat king's throne began to twist and writhe, forming a shield to protect them from the onslaught. The others were not able to defend themselves, however, and soon the area was strewn with rat corpses. Not that they stood out among Rattus Regis' macabre decor.

    "It's ovah, rodent!" The leader of the sewer gators said as he walked up to the throne of death, dressed in a pinstripe suit with a tommy gun in one hand and a cigar in the other. "We's got yah surrounded and your goons is all dead. Now come out so yah can at least have a shred of dignity as we blast ya to shreds."

    Rattus Regis shrieked in anger and at once the slain rats began to rise once again. The head gator sighed.

    "This ol' trick again, eh? Too bad fer ya that we've figured out how to we've figured out how to work around this. Blast 'em, boys."

    The gators opened fire on the undead squeakers, ripping them apart until there wasn't enough left of them to pose a threat. They then turned their aim to the throne, tearing down the bone structure. To their surprise, however, Rattus Regis was nowhere to be found.

    "What do we's do now, boss?" One of the gators asked. "They's gone!"

    "Doesn't matter." The leader said. "They's as good as dead, anyway. This is Gator terf, now, and they knows it!"

    Rattus Regis, former king of the sewer rats, didn't catch anything after that, however, as they scampered along the secret escape tunnel that they had never expected to use. They had just lost their kingdom, their subjects, everything. But they would be back. They would get their revenge. But in order to do so they would have to raise a new army. And in order to do so, they would have to do the one thing they never wanted. They would have to explore... the surface.
     
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  6. Captain Comet

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    Fiora woke up groggily and stretched. She looked around her and down toward the ground from her makeshift bed of leaves in the bend of a few branches about 12 feet off the ground. Normally she gets up not long after dawn, but last night was a bit of an adventure.

    She had managed to find her way into a cellar that was lined with barrels full of a strange liquid she had never heard of. It smelled vaguely like grapes, but with a strong sourness on top of it. She tried some out of curiosity. It burned as it went down her throat, but she really liked it. She ended up drinking mouthful after mouthful. It made her feel light. Like she could do anything. Suddenly, a light turned on and she saw a woman standing on the other side of the cellar. Fiora ran back to the window she came in through, taking a few fancy-looking bottles of the drink with her. She ran a few blocks away and hid in an alley, stuffing the bottled into her pack. Normally she would sneak around at night to avoid attracting less desirable people, but that wonderful drink was making her feel untouchable, and she instead walked along the street. She continued for a while, heading to her small camp out in the forest. Out of nowhere, a car with bright flashing lights making an obnoxiously loud noise drove up to her. Two men in blue suits came out, followed by the woman who caught her earlier.

    "That's her!" she said to the two men. "That's that freak girl that stole my vintage wine!"

    The two men slowly started approaching Fiora, and she ran. Instead of just running down the street, she went through back alleys and climbed up walls and over fences, knowing none if them could follow her. She continued on toward the forest, making sure to stay far out if sight of anyone else.

    Eventually, she made it back, still in a severe daze. She quickly climbed up a tree and sat in her makeshift bed, waited fir a moment to make sure nobody was around, then hung her pack up on a branch and took out one of the bottles. It took her a little bit to figure out how to get the thing open, but finally managed to do it, and began gulping down more of the delicious drink. What had that woman called it? Wine? Well this wine was giving her one of the best feelings in the world.

    Well, at first. Soon though, the effects started to take a turn she suddenly started feeling sick, and her vision was getting really foggy. She ended up throwing up over the side of her bed onto the ground, dropping her bottle. She looked down sadly at the shards of glass below her, before passing out.

    Now back to this morning, she was still in a bit of a daze, and had a throbbing headache. It took her a bit to figure out her situation. Not only did she remember throwing up, but the bed under her was also wet, implying she had um... relieved herself in her sleep.

    "That wine thing is some crazy stuff." she said to herself. Much slower than normal, she got up and climbed out of her tree, being careful not to step on both the remnants of the bottle and what was previous in her stomach a few hours ago.

    She carefully picked up the glass and buried it so it wouldn't be a hazard, then decided to go forage around for some herbs to help with this headache.
     
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  7. LassusVulpes

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    (does anyone else want bz's rats to hold tommy guns?)

    Boris walked through the forest, staring at the trees that looked like they would collapse with a tap of a butterfly's wing. The leaves under him crunched and went up in smoke as he stepped on them.

    "flapflapflapflapflapfalpfalpflafplfapflp"


    "flapflapflapflafpalfapflafpaflpaflafpflafpflofpaflfpflafpflpafplfplafpl"

    "Sounds like a wet fart being mixed with water." Boris muttered to himself. Turning a tree where he heard the sound. And to his regret, saw an old man being eaten by a giant butterfly, the butterflies wings cracking around like tentacles, Boris falls back, placing his arm to his face staring at the fleshy mistake of a creature.

    a loud slurping sound is heard, as the old man vanished into the butterflies chest cavity . It stood still , its wings twitching, silence was broken by green ooze dripping from the butterfly. Boris started to shift away , getting on all fours and crawling away trying not to disturb the butterfly.

    The butterflies wings made a loud flapping sound , making Boris shutter placing his hand down on a leaf. Big. Mistake. The leaf exploded because this land has explosive leaves. It was a small crackle, but it was noise all the same. The butterfly went still.


    Its neck snapped backwards like an owl, long spider legs broke out from the butterflies frail body , it jumped tree to tree lunging at Boris, the old mans corpse blankly staring at Boris through a chest cavity of teeth. The butterfly let out what could only be described at four years old with a microphone .


    Breathing hard Boris rose his hand guarding his face , before . . . A splash of blood strikes him. "Ya know, it's not very manly to be on all fours like a dog." A male Scottish voice spoke.

    Boris looked up to see a bulky man standing over him, his arm through the butterflies neck holding its limp body off his bicep. "Name's Abhainn."

    Name : Abhainn Aengus

    Nicknames Vampire person, Lord, Abe, General.

    Age 27

    Gender M

    Description
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    Abhainn has black very poofy hair, he lets one side run wild dangling, while the other is neatly braided to make sure it's out of his way , Amber eyes , his face is covered in scars, bags under his eyes from nights with lack of sleep, he wears a black bandana over his neck with cuts and tears battered around. Wearing an unzipped black floofy parka with hidden Caviler underneath , along with Aerogel. A black tanktop underneath with some bands name on it , their logo looking like what the final result of a kid born in the source engine would look like. A cross hangs off his left ear.

    Blood infested - His hair will get highlighted with blood the more blood he has, the deeper crimson his hair gets. His eyes get more sharp, almost cat like and getting red tints to them
    his veins bulge out more making it look like if he gets one paper cut he will fall over and die . His scars slip open and drip blood

    Brief Personality - He's unironically Scottish


    *seriously tho* , He is very strict, and will show no care in headbutting someone to shut them up. He was told to use his head , so he does. Those who try and fight him pretty much always loose, he's hard headed and very hard to talk to at times. Talking in short bursts , before going silent.

    Abnormality type
    FEuck you all - When he kills a creature, he seeps up their blood , be it through the weapons he summons, or with his skin. With said blood he can split his blood cells either enhancing regeneration, stretching his arm out * it's very floopy in this state cause no bone kind alike pulling a muscle , but he has muscle, it's weird. this entire rp is a cesspool* , He can make weapons made out of the iron of the blood, and bend his body to turn himself into the iron weapons, *say turn his arm into an iron scythe.* The more blood he has, the bigger his veins, the deeper crimson his hair goes, and the darker his eyes become.

    Brief Backstory He grew up in a very stressful home , each day fights broke out. He built up his rage day by day, until he enlisted in the military corps. He used his rage on anything in his path, he climbed in the ranks, his hand eye coordination unlike all else. Shooting a magnum in one hand at skeet discs and fencing at the same time was his strongest suit . Able to split his brain in multiple ways understanding many bits of information given to him at one time.

    In his last call to the field he jumped off the plane, his eyes catching onto something off. A grinning black figure flying right beside him, their eyes hallow , no teeth. He stared at the thing. the figures neck snapped and his vision went blank. He woke up in front of girl who was bundled in a ball, her hair covering her face.

    Special Details He says FUCK a lot.

    Weapon of Choice Melee style weapons flow with him best, but he's very adept with handguns

     
  8. Barandofl

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    Tobias is currently in the market, going from stall to stall to find a few objects he promised his mother. He had just bought the last of the four items that he needed, and he still had plenty of money to spare. Deciding he was going to continue to roam around the market to indulge himself, he began moving. As he was window shopping, he heard a peculiar sound. It started out as static, followed by some frequencies, then finished off with voices. Looking around, he noticed the source of the sound. In one of the stalls, someone was selling an old time radio, the ones that were the size of big alarm clocks. He doesn't know why, but he found this interesting. He's heard of these things by his parents, but seeing and listening to one in person was much more interesting. With nothing better to do, he decided to stand by and listen to the radio for a minute.

    ___________________________________________

    "And now, a word from our sponsor.

    You cannot... see. You grope, around wildly, as your footing is also unstable.
    You feel a thin liquid filling your shoes. It is not water; you can tell.
    A pungent smell of brine, or anxiety.
    Your hands strike something solid.
    A wall, you think. It is soft, leathery, but also wet.
    You keep your hands to the surface and it is moving in and out, like... it is breathing.
    No. More like…spasms.
    You hear a dull rumble from above; a gurgle from below. You still see nothing.
    The walls jerk back, quickly.
    You lose your balance and slide down to the floor, which is the same surface, but now the liquid is sloshing past you.
    Something grabs your leg. Something is grabbing your leg! You are being pulled down! You cannot see which way. Madness!
    Which way, madness? You scream... but no sound comes from your stubborn lips, your impudent throat.
    You reach…for what, you do not know. Only that you reach.
    A blinding flash, a moment of understanding.
    You are in an empty storeroom, tied to a chair.
    There are others, but they are hooded and limp.
    You recall this living nightmare.
    You take comfort in its familiar pain.
    You smell fermentation and can hear a dull, unending beeping.
    Someone shouts in a language you do not know.
    You love your family. You love them!

    Welcome to Red Lobster. Come see what’s fresh today."

    ______________________________________________

    Great... Now he was hungry. He wasn't sure why the nearby red lobster had shut a few month ago, but he thought that maybe it had to do with those rumors about Lobster Men trashing the place. Letting out a small depressed sigh, he began reminiscing about eating at a good restaurant. That's when a thought occurred to him, 'There's a Denny's nearby'. Sure, Denny's doesn't serve crustaceans like red lobster does, but at least the food there is pretty good. With his mind now made up, he began making his way to the Denny's which was only a 3 minute jog away.

    Once the Denny's was in view, the first thing he saw was the parking lot. Bodies were being thrown around, and brawls were happening left and right. It looked like a metal band mosh pit was taking place here. In other words, an average day at a Denny's. Looking at the scene brought back some memories when he was younger, throwing other kids his age left and right,. With a smile now on his face, he made his way past the parking lot, and made his way to the inside, which had it's own odd scene. He saw a giant floating eldritch void floating in front of one the waiters. The eldritch void was just floating in place while vibrating audibly, and the waiter was just standing there with his note pad in his hand. Seeing as none of the were moving, it wasn't hard to imagine what was going on.

    "Yo! Voi D, what's popping." Tobias said out loud, making his way to the floating void and placing his arm around it. "Bro, I know I told you I was gonna be busy today, but you should've at least told me you were gonna go to Denny's today. I would've came along with you."

    The eldritch void then begins to once again vibrate audibly for a few seconds before stopping. Tobias then gives the waiter a quizzical look, then looks back at the void.

    "Well, he probably just doesn't understand vibrato tone. Look, just tell me your order, and I'll translate it for you. Just sit down at that empty table over there, and I'll join you in a bit." Tobias offered to the eldritch being. The void, content with these terms, begins floating away towards an empty table, before idly floating in front of it. Turning back to the waiter, he gave them a quizzical look once more. "Yeah, she'll have a strawberry milkshake with extra sugar. Oh, and while you're writing that down, I'll have a deluxe breakfast meal... And sorry for saying this, but I'm surprised you couldn't understand vibrato tone. That's like, a language that we learn on year 2. Either you skipped a lot of classes while you were younger, or your not from this town. What's your story?"
     
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  9. ChocoChicken

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    The void was ordering? Oh. Right, whatever was going on, he was still at Denny's. Alan switchd immediately into perfect customer service mode, aside from the copious sweating and kind of obvious terror. Well at least the guy who'd just come in seemed normal enough and knew the menu and wasn't ordering pasta with cotton sauce like that one guy who had come in a couple minutes ago. "Haha yeah I guess I am new please let me out of here I mean would you like a drink with your deluxe breakfast?"
     
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  10. Jupjami

    Jupjami Thy friendly neighbourhood birb shaman

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    Kullund continued his stroll, searching for the terminally ill to put them to rest. It was an… interesting pastime for him, much more relaxing than his previous work, the Peace Crusade. The man tilted his head in thought, remembering how he had died in the final moments of the Crusade. He had appeared in front of a fascinating female while suddenly gaining the knowledge of her language. Kullund chuckled at his impatience then, saying yes after hearing the woman explain herself thrice.

    The man's thoughts then drifted to this alternate world. Such diversity, so many bizarre birds and beasts abundant and coexisting in a delicate harmony. Accordingly, so many tortured souls begging for sweet release. Kullund nodded to himself as he finally reached his destination: a medium-sized town buzzing with life.

    Yes, all shall know peace.
     
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  11. BZRich64

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    In the bustling streets of <insert town name here>, things were proceeding as quietly chaotic as usual. Cars, giant bugs and other common and uncommon forms of locomotion rushed as things went about their daily lives. Things were about to get even more chaotic than usual downtown, though, as a manhole cover suddenly launched up into the sky, startling a pillbug bus and striking a purple albatross. This unexpected yet not too uncommon event caused a chain reaction as more vehicles and non-vehicles were caught in the growing traffic jam. And in the center of that carnage, 28 tiny feet skittered out onto the pavement for the first time.

    "Ah, it has been a long time since we have been to the surface world," Rattus looked around at the mess. "Meh, too bright."

    Rattus Regis scampered off the road and ducked under a bush to gather their thoughts. If they were to reclaim their kingdom and obliterate those foul Sewer Gators, then they would need to gather up an army. One that was even larger and stronger than the one they had just lost. Fortunately, the surface world was filled with all kinds of exotic and unusual rodents compared to the sewers and with their power. With Rattus Regis' power, taking control of the surface's rodents would be easy. The hard part would be finding them and preparing them to take on the gators.

    "To catch them will be our test!" Rattus Regis declared. "To train them will be our cause!"
     
  12. Captain Comet

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    Fiora wandered around the forest, still surprisingly chipper despite her headache. She managed to fine some wild herbs and roots to make into a medicine to ease that, then packed up her little camp and left. After last night, she didn't want to stay near this town too long, and decided to move on to the next one.

    She had been traveling for a few hours, mainly staying on the ground as it required less energy and coordination than climbing through the trees. Eventually she found a road and followed it north, staying far enough away that anyone going by wouldn't see her, but still close enough that she could still see it. After another hour or so, she came across a sign.

    <insert town name here> 2 Miles

    This got her a little excited, as she could finally rest once she arrived. With a sudden burst of "home stretch" energy, she started climbing and jumping between the trees. While she normally made her camp outside of town, she wanted to explore the town first, and see if she could make a camp somewhere there.

    Eventually, the trees grew sparser, turning into fields, then buildings and roads. She made sure to stay as inconspicuous as she could as the buildings became more and more sparse. She came across a building with a big yellow sign that said "Denny's". She didn't know why, but she was intrigued. She wandered around the building, finding a back door that was wide open, and went inside. Immediately her nose was assaulted by the most delicious thing she ever smelled. She followed it into a large room with lots of machines in it, and saw someone working one with a flat top, cooking some sort of flat dough. She wanted to go up and grab them, but didn't want the person cooking them to chase her. So, painfully, she ignored the smell and wandered out towards the front if the building. There were seats and tables everywhere, though a lot of them were empty. She saw a deer talking to a human and a void creature. She didn't know there were places these tree could coexist. This gave her hope that maybe she didn't have to avoid people like she has been ever since she left her village.

    Her mind was quickly taken of the subject of acceptance and coexistence as she spotted another table with some of those delicious smelling flat pastries on a plate, with nobody nearby. She started crawling over to them, weaving between the many seats and tables.
     
  13. LassusVulpes

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    The butterfly twitches on Abhainn's arm , he glanced at it. . . . And flexes his arm, the head of the butterfly exploding in his arm splashing blood onto him, long iron bars spike out of his biceps slurping up all the blood in the air.

    He wipes the butterflies face off his hand and starts to walk off. "Uhm, can you please inform me about what just happened ?" Boris spoke through broken breath. Abhainn looked back at Boris and shrugged "It's just how this world is." and jumped off the cliff.

    Boris stood up and swiped the dirt off his pant leg. Making his way into the forest. As he walked he ran into many varieties of creatures. "brrrbrrbrbrrbrrb" he looked and saw a bird with revolvers for wings, it's beak made of gun steel. "bruger" it called looking at Boris before flying off.

    Boris followed it , and after a long walk he smelt something . . .. powerful. He kept walking and saw it . .. .

    Denny's.
     
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  14. Barandofl

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    "Haha yeah I guess I am new please let me out of here I mean would you like a drink with your deluxe breakfast?" The deer spoke, still looking nervous while taking his order.

    This only fueled his curiosity even further. He's aware that there was a different deer who also worked here, but they seem nothing alike. The more he thought about it, the more curious he got about who this stranger was. He really wanted to know, but if only he could press for the information without sounding pushy or rude.

    ---SNAP---

    From within his own head, he heard a loud snap which was a sound he's all too familiar with. Once the sound was herd, everything around him seemed to slow down, as everything around his began going dark. His consciousness quickly left him as he began losing control of his own body. From the point of view of anyone other than him, he only stopped moving for a second, and his eye color switched from green irises, to black ones.

    Name: Richard

    Eye color: Black

    Brief Personality: Richard is a man who believes he's a undercover detective.

    Abnormality: Living Polygraph: Richard has the ability to read a target person or creature like a modern day polygraph would. He can read their heart rate, blood pressure, sweating, respiration, and skin conductivity with frightening precision.

    Weapon of choice: He specializes in take down grapples, and is adept at using Law Enforcement weapons.

    Special Details: Hates criminals, and likes black coffee. He talks in a Mid-Atlantic (or transatlantic, whichever you're most knowledgeable with) accent.

    Trigger: Questioning someone who seems to be hiding information (Doesn't happen every time he questions people. Only when he's really curious about the answer, or is dead set on knowing).

    As his eyes gain a new color, a new consciousness comes to life. Standing straight and firm, he looks back at the deer who's taking his order.

    "Whispering words under his breath, copious amounts of sweat, a shaky voice, and increased heart rate at the mention of being new. Obviously not calm in the slightest, and is clearly withholding information." Richard thought to himself, looking at the deer with a frown on his face. "Obviously not from this town, since he looks more lost then a poor sod in a back ally way. Can't be from a nearby town either, since all nearby town have strict language studying requirement. Could be from oversees, but visitors don't normally come to visit, unless they're on the run. Most newcomers aren't even from oversees, but rather..."

    Looking at the deer with suspicion, Richard decides to skip beating around the bush, and just shoot his shot. "Boy, you say your new here, but are you saying you're from the 'Earthen Plane', or as those people call it, 'Earth'? You wouldn't be the first one young chap, but if you're trying to hide it, you're failing harder than a guppy trying to climb a tree."
     
  15. ChocoChicken

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    Earth...

    Well. There went his cover and now he was probably also going to be eaten. And also did this guy's eyes just change color? Alan thought he was dealing with hopefully another normal person here, but the way this guy just... knew... was honestly kind of terrifying. On the other hand... perhaps the stranger was his best shot at getting out of this place?

    Trying not to keep eye contact for too long, Alan looked around for a moment, trying to steady his breath and his- wait, was that a new customer in the corner?

    He turned back to the now black-eyed man, now thoroughly unsettled and still forcing his customer service... how was he smiling as a deer anyway? "I-I-I'm sorry. What drink did you want with your deluxe I'm on my shift can we please talk later breakfast?"
     
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  16. BZRich64

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    Rattus scampered down the non-euclidean roads of the strange yet normal town in search of potential slaves servants. Unfortunately, it appeared that the local pest control must have been very good at their job. Either that, or the surface rodents were being out-competed by the local toucan population. Either way, Rattus Regis decided that the best way to find rodents was to think like the common rat, which meant searching for back alleys and dumpsters nestled behind restaurants. It took a while of trying to navigate before they finally came across one such area. A place that, at least according to the sign out front, belonged to a being by the name of Denny. Rattus knew not who this "Denny" was, but nevertheless ducked behind the building to see what was lurking around back there.

    The sound of rummaging coming from the dumpster was a good sign and Rattus sent a mental command to whatever was in there to show themselves, but nothing replied. Frustrated, Rattus climbed up the side of the dumpster to confront whatever it was. To his disappointment, it turned out to just be some dolphins decked out in scuba gear. The Rat King let out an exacerbated sigh and jumped back down to the pavement. A scent of assorted berries drifted out from the restaurant's back door, causing Rattus to realize that they hadn't eaten since being forced to flee the sewers. Thus, they snuck in the restaurant with the intent of overthrowing Denny and claiming the restaurant in the name of Rodentia.
     
  17. Captain Comet

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    Stealthily sneaking between and under the various tables and chairs, Fiora finally arrived at the pastries. They smelled sweet and warm, with a very subtle hint of nuts. Three of the lovely circular pastries were stacked on top of one another, with some sliced strawberries and butter at the top of the stack. Drizzled over everything was a strange liquid that looked similar to tree sap, but was thinner and smelled much sweeter.

    Fiora's stomach growled. Not able to contain herself anymore, she picked up the pastry on top with both hands, and began eating. It tasted even better than it smelled. She gnawed through it quickly and began on the second. Due to all the toppings being, well, on top, this one had significantly less flavors going in at once, but was still very good on its own. Finishing that, she picked up the third one. Noticing some of the sap-like liquid had pooled on the plate, she got the idea to dip this one in it. An idea that turned out to be, at least in her mind, quite genius. She finished devouring her meal, and began to walk off, when she noticed her hands were sticky. She looked down at herself and realized she was covered in that sap-like substance, and much like sap, it was very sticky. Having no way to clean herself off, she decided to sneak back into the part of the building she came from, hopeful that there was somewhere she could clean herself off.

    After a little exploring, she found a large metal structure with three sections. The two on the sided were filled with water, with the left one seemingly having soap as well. The middle one was empty, but had what looked like a long gray rope with a handle attached. She took off her clothes, hanging them on a nearby shelf, jumped into the soapy water. It was nowhere deep enough, and the water only came up to about her knees when she stood straight up. So she sat down instead, and found that it was filled with various cooking utensils. Some she recognized, like some bottles and pans, but many she didn't. And even the things she did recognize were often made of materials that were foreign to her. She stopped wondering about them and started bathing, wiping herself down with the soapy water. She was getting covered in suds, and need a way to rinse off. That's when she saw the strange handle-on-rope contraption. She took it off its little hook and studied it for a bit. Eventually she squeezed the handle and a jet of water sprayed out the end. It startled her briefly, before she pointed it towards her back, and squeezed it again. Another jet of water ran down her back, and she nearly jumped at how hot it was. Not knowing how to get it colder, she resolved to change form so the heat wouldn't effect her. So she did so. She started glowing red, and her fur changed color. She continued spraying herself down, now immune to the intense heat of the water sprayer. However, due to her own elevated temperature, the water around her was getting much hotter and starting to steam profusely. She eventually stepped out of the strange tub, spraying off her legs. There was now steam everywhere, and she turned around to put her clothes back on when a group of rats turned the corner. They all looked at Fiora for a second, and she stared back. Even though they looked like just normal rats, there was something about them that made Fiora weirdly fascinated by them, and she couldn't look away. It's almost like something was drawing her to them...
     
  18. LassusVulpes

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    Boris slid down a narrow cliff and looked at the large building, it smelt of cigarettes' smoke, maple syrup layered across the pavement, He went to reach for the door, but as his hand grew closer the door swung open,


    *the original song is by Pluffaduff, but it's in an album cause for some reason he's never posted it*

    He looked around, booths lined the walls, the stench of syrup got stronger as he walked forward, sitting at a table far in the distance was a group of people, and a deer. "This world just brings more and more" Boris muttered.
    *squigh squigh squigh* as he walked the dried maple syrup on the floor stuck to his shoes, He was getting closer and closer to the table as the syrup got stronger and stronger, pulling on his legs like hands grasping out to the sky. Placing his hand on the wall, it started to become maple syrup
     
  19. BZRich64

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    'Magnificent.' Rattus Regis thought to themselves as they stared up at the giant squirrel(?) creature that stood before them. She was the tallest rodent that they had ever seen, and likely with strength and stamina to match. Too say nothing of those long, slender legs that were clearly made for quick, agile movement that sewer rats could only dream of, to say nothing of the greatest feature of all: opposable thumbs. And while they could sense that this creature had enough mental fortitude to resist their control more than the common rat, she still felt like she could be easily swayed by his commands. This marvelous creature would make the perfect servant to his cause.

    "You!" Rattus commanded her attention. "Who are you?"
     
  20. Jupjami

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    As always, Kullund skipped past the large building these souls call a 'hospital'. The creatures here get annoyingly rowdy whenever he tries to do his job. Foolish mortals ever aiming prolong their ephemeral lives, the man pondered with mirth, disregarding the hypocrisy of such thoughts.
    Instead, the masked Mayan turned to the grimmer, more desolate part of town; as with all civilisation, none so much as bat an eye to the pariahs of society. An aged human slumped in his chair, uncaring of the world he shall soon depart; a young woman, bearing life within herself yet none coming from her dead eyes; a humanoid squirrel, foraging a trashbin, a mischief of rats scurrying near the larger rodent; a parade of inebriated men, their nigh-lucid state rendering them oblivious to the suffering of their neighbour.
    Tilting his head he regarded the former, his wrinkled face bearing the expression of one who has accepted their demise but not their end. Opening his hand he let the sanguine energy that allows him to take life to coat his hand, from the tip of his fingers to the bend of his wrist. Let us proceed.
     

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