The Violent Melting Pot (23rd's Roleplay)

[the truthseeker]

(is it my turn, I forgot?) 

[Blewcheese]

(Yup, your turn.)

[the truthseeker]

Whash opened his eyes and wasn't sure what he was seeing as he slowly sat up.

 

First, a "European" woman, English if the dress was right, but off, the literal dress she was wearing...the clothes looked too old...

 

too old...over there, am I dreaming this?

 

 

The male in the suit of armor he saw next truly threw his mind into confusion since the aches he felt he never had in any dream before.  That "style of dress" wasn't a century off, that was several and something his conquered ancestors would have expected to see...

 

He then sees what looks like the remains of another body, most likely slain by the conqueror he sees, as was their way with "savages" they branded......

 

but then he saw, some...wolf...no wild boar, it was not clear what it is or was. Then....

 

What...no...it can't be.....the Aztec and Mayan people from the north were right?!

 

 

But it was. The elongated serpentine body, the monochrome eyes, the tail:

 

 

He quickly drops to a supplicated kneeling position, and begins to speak in a Selk'nam tongue all but forgotten due to its neglect, considered "useless" by his captors in the "frontier, and rarely used (except in ceremonial rites done in secret before his kind was too few and lost their last Shaman.)

 

(Selk'nam)

"Oh Mighty Quetzalcoatl of the Winds and Knowledge, creator of our Human Kind--

I know not why you have returned and are with these conquerors from the Past, but I ask you judge the last of our Selk'nam Worthy and Honorable, and judge me not by the cruelty of my escaped captors. I know not where my Brother Selk'nam who journeyed with me is but I too beg for your merciful response with him, oh Great Feathered One."

 

 

(Couldn't resist that Mezzo-American Gods intro with Celevoir.)

Edited December 30, 2013 by the truthseeker

[Tesability]

(One: The name is spelled Celevoir, which was originally a combination between Celebi and Gardevoir.

Two: The eyes are black and white.

Three: What a way to make something go clean over the bird's head, XD )

[the truthseeker]

( Oops, it DOES say monochrome in that description.

 

And thought I hit the i in my spelling, musta not...fixing....)

Edited December 30, 2013 by the truthseeker

[Tesability]

(That first one wasn't just aimed at you, Blew here also mispells the birdie's name as well. Just figured once a second person started getting it wrong would be a good time to start correcting it.)

[Blewcheese]

(Oh, so you knew I was messing up and didn't tell me. Thanks for the support. Good to know you got my back.

Being serious now though, (well, mostly serious) I'm disappointed in myself for not seeing the Pokemon reference... I thought it was celery then -voir for some reason :/)

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(Dangit. Just after I kill myself off, Christmas break starts and I suddenly get mountains of free time with nothing to do. Is it too late to un-die? Also, "Voir" is "to see" in French. Fitting.)

Edited December 30, 2013 by KidneyBeanBoy

[spiritcrusher77]

(So, when is RainyDoodles going to post?)

[RainyDoodles]

(As soon as she finishes writing, perhaps? ^^ Sorry it's a bit scratchy, I'm getting back into the swing of things.)

 

Elizabeth looked fairly disappointed; her meal just sat up, and now that she looked closer, was far too thin to get a proper meal out of. She needed something bigger, something to really give her a thrill while she hunted it down, not some wrinkly scrawny slave-thing which can barely move. And then the scent filled her grimy nostrils, that familiar coppery smell that she always linked to a meal. Blood. Food. Her initial idea was to feast on the warm corpse of the other man, but she had to get rid of the threat first. And by threat, she actually meant main course, dessert, and starter all in one. "Thank you," she whispered to the sky reverently, and then she ran.

 

Sprinting down the small hill and right past the knight, right-past the bird thing and avoiding the slippery grass stained with the blood and entrails of the smaller man, Elizabeth launched herself onto the back of one of the werepigs. Should she manage to land on it's back, she would take a fistful of brown fur and rip the scarf off her right arm. This would reveal a large, muscled mass of black scales, ridged and sharp, ending in a strong hand and smooth, deadly talons; The same talons that she would begin frantically slashing away at the back of the werepig with. However, should she fail in this action then she would devote herself to plan B - get far away from the werepig and rip her scarf off her arm anyways. It's always better to actually have your weapon at hand instead of leave an opening for a moment. It could be the difference between life and death.

[spiritcrusher77]

West woke up, with a shaky recollection of the things that had just happened to him. He'd had visions like this before, though this one was different. This time it was more... substantial, even though the word fell short. He stood up, and gave the place a brief look over. As he walked, he felt the compass grow heavier in his pocket. He got it out, and examined it. It looked different, and then West remembered something. He remembered the words "Say pal, you don't look so good. Better find something to eat before night comes." Then some sort of sound, like a poof, or some other sound. 

 

He started walking up the hill, when something ran past him, knocking into him, making him tumble back down the hill. It looked like a person, straight out of a history book. He tasted blood dripping down his face. He figured that he probably broke his nose or bit his lip; or both. "Are you blind or something?" He yelled back, because apparently this person must have been. Either that or it was some inconsiderate person. "Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you blind AND deaf?"

[23rd]

(With the exception of killing off each other's characters, most anything is allowed without fail; we could use 10-sided die to determine how much energy something would use. 1 being the least and allowing for follow-up actions that would require extensive stamina, 10 being enough to hinder someone for several posts. I'll try an example.)

 

Leap: 6

 

It felt nice to be a simple observer of all the ridiculousness going on underneath of him, but Wright knew he'd have to get down. At the very least the Englishman didn't seem like the enslaving type, there was likely no relation to the men that had captured Wright and forced him to work on that plantation. His sandals tap against Celevoir's left side before he leaped off of her, right foot catching against a puddle of pig blood as his left smashed into the ground. A bit of stumbling, some impact pressure.. perhaps jumping off of the serpentine creature before she had a chance to lower wasn't the brightest of ideas.

 

The roll was clumsy, and the swelling in his left thigh made him feel all the clumsier. Sun-burnt fingers brushed along the nearest stump, using the solid wood to hoist himself up into a kneeling position, taking a steady breath before standing upright. It would sting for a bit, but it'd quickly fade before it could seriously impair him. That was good. He cracked his fingers nonchalantly, raised an eyebrow at the mention of "Quetzalcoatl" and cleared his throat. One man in pieces, another yelling in a foreign language and a woman who had just taken off running before he could even get a good look at her. He'd seen strange things since the disaster, but this was all downright bizarre.

 

Fingers rubbed along the cracked skin of his jaw as he considered how to communicate with the newest arrival. Didn't speak English.. did he even understand English? A language Wright had been forced into learning, he could barely remember his own mothertongue anymore, whatever that had been. He let out a tepid sigh, before looking over towards the knight that still managed to give him pause and OH HEY THERE'S STILL TWO WEREPIGS!

 

Flint Shank: 8

 

Left hand wrapped around the sharpened rock as one of them came for him. Claws swiped for his face, and he didn't manage to duck out of the way without a shallow gash from the left side of his jaw to his shoulder. That hurt, the next one hurt more. A sharp pain ripped from his right shoulder halfway down his torso, blood seeping forth as he plunged his left arm forward. Wright was biting into his lip to keep from yelping out in pain, ramming himself against the hairy beast in front of him to throw it off balance. Eventually the fuzzy, twitching mass around him stopped fidgeting, and as he pulled his left hand away, letting it drop to the floor. When his survival mode kicked in he had focused squarely on the Werepig charging for him, and while he was thankful the second one hadn't been after him he couldn't help but wonder where it had run or who it was attacking in that split second.

[Tesability]

That numbskull! What is he doing?! When you are the rider, you must always get yourself into a position to safely get down before trying to get off, especially when what was being ridden was an airborne creature.

 

Sadly, that thought wasn't the one crossing the large creature's mind, who was panicking more and more from being around the combat that was stirring around her, not once realizing that she could quite easily solve this problem with a simple slice with her foreleaves. Instead, she had been flapping those same wings erratically, stirring up the air around her repeatedly into powerful bursts of wind capable of knocking anyone up into the air for a split second before having a rough landing.

 

                                                                       ~Wind Bursts: 3~

 

Yes, her leaves were getting slightly sore from the sudden burst of energy she was using and Celevoir was starting to tire a little bit, but the large creature was using the strongest parts of her body and the pain that was experienced was decentralized. It's hard to harm a creature without a true nervous system, after all. Being capable of both levitation and flight, she wasn't at any real risk of harm if she were to wind up higher into the air. Everyone else, however...

 

Everyone would most-likely be flat on their rears or launched high into the sky.

 

(Panicked bird = bad news for all...

And anyone doing a WTF on how I'm planning on possibly playing on my character's anatomy, Celevoir...or at least this version of her...has a body that functions similarly to that of many ghosts from the show Danny Phantom. Ghosts in that world have entire bodies comprised of a substance called ectoplasm that mirrors the functions of many parts living beings have, but their insides are rather similar to how the inside of an insect is. The one 'organ' ghosts in that show are known to have is a 'core', which is like a ghost's heart. It's where their powers pull their energy from. If all the energy from that is used up to quickly or something managed to pierce it without use of intangibility, you could wind up with a decent size puddle of green on the ground. This Celevoir was wished to life by one of the ghosts on the show, Desiree.)

Edited December 31, 2013 by Tesability

[RainyDoodles]

(I don't know if I agree with the rolling system. After all, you could choose any number and say you rolled it - so naturally, I'm not a fan of it.)

[Blewcheese]

(I don't know if I agree with the rolling system. After all, you could choose any number and say you rolled it - so naturally, I'm not a fan of it.)

(While that's possible, I'd truly like to think all the people in this roleplay are respectable people. I'm fairly certain none of us would do that.

Besides, we have to turn this RolePlay...

*takes off sunglasses*

Into a RollPlay.

YEEEAAAAAAAAAH)

[the truthseeker]

(While that's possible, I'd truly like to think all the people in this roleplay are respectable people. I'm fairly certain none of us would do that.

Besides, we have to turn this RolePlay...

*takes off sunglasses*

Into a RollPlay.

YEEEAAAAAAAAAH)

(props for a really really cheesy CSI: Miami parody! 

And we could always use an online dice rolling server if we truly needed to do dice rolling. So far i like the free form but it's 23'rd's final call.) 

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(By the way, Velage's corpse still has that roll of twigs and sticks he obtained in my first post. Someone should take that. Especially because there aren't any trees.)

Edited January 1, 2014 by KidneyBeanBoy

[the truthseeker]

(By the way, Velage's corpse still has that roll of twigs and sticks he obtained in my first post. Someone should take that. Especially because there aren't any trees.)

(I planned to investigate since I was new and had nothing, but waiting for my turn again...assuming I'm not eaten by the werepigs or an insane Englishwoman )

Edited January 1, 2014 by the truthseeker

[Blewcheese]

(Debating on if I should post or not. Kind of waiting on 23rd's final say about the dice thing.)

[23rd]

(I want everyone to be comfortable, and it sounds like Rainy's not kosher with dice rolling. Let's scrap it.)

[Blewcheese]

(Okay, so I guess we're going free-form. Okay then. Also, I never considered that heaviness would be a pro as well as a con... Hm...)

Claudius was battling another one of the were-beasts. A versatile opponent, Claudius admitted. He hadn't expected the beast to use his hooves as weapons. They were certainly strong enough to withstand swings of Claudius's broadsword. They made a few trades. A punch to the beast's face here, an uppercut to Claudius's heavily armored gut there. The beast must have been very powerful, as Claudius felt something... Shift in his stomach. His body's movement suddenly became much more forced and clunky. Blasted mechanical body.

Despite Claudius's new handicap, he continued the fight. However, he sank to the defensive as the beast snorted in triumph. The monster must have noticed the damage that he had dealt. It must have been force of habit when he glanced around him during the battle. He couldn't see the other werepig, but he did see the steed from earlier. It seemed to be readying something. It was focusing. The thought nearly came to Claudius too late, but he kicked the werepig away and hunkered down in his armor as the blast of wind came.

[the truthseeker]

Whash was completely confused.

 

 

Just after seeing what he though was a living god avian a slight bit away, he then saw that "Englishwoman" pop out a bony claw, sees a knight charging, wait...are those gears he heard whirring in his torso?

...fine, spots another possible robotic thing attacking...oh yeah, and the only "normal human" body he saw was slain, with the remaining living attacking pig-men-wolves battling the rest.

 

 

And if he somehow forgot, he had nothing but the clothes on him, and not a single thing else.

 

Wait...that one looks more normal...

 

Looking at Wright, he sees this one isn't mutated, dying, morphing or mechanical. As a matter of fact, judging from the rags, he wouldn't be surprised if this one also was an escapee from persecution as well (if not outright slavery.)

 

*Fighting, everybody's fighting, and they are all fighting these pig-beast animals...this is real...I don't know what it is but this is no dream or even nightmare...*

 

 

Springing into action faster than would ever be expected, Whash quickly rushes and plucks twigs and grass, looking for...

 

*yes, there it is!*

...and finding a piece of not-dull flint.

 

Fashioning as quickly as possible (not quite the whirlwind speed in which he gathered materials, but seemingly in a cartoon-logic-like speed none-the-less as the insane rules of the world allow) Whash's hands briefly become a circular blur, and a grass suit and axe quickly are made.

 

Barely able to have any time, he dons the grass suit and hefts the tool/makeshift weapon, looking for which of the monster-pigs is ganged up the most, to help aid in its felling...

 

 

(And my tribute to Don't Starve "realistic tool and weapon item creation" has now been posted ) 

Edited January 4, 2014 by the truthseeker

[Blewcheese]

(Erm... Claudius's gears are covered by his armor. They're not visible.)

[the truthseeker]

(Erm... Claudius's gears are covered by his armor. They're not visible.)

(Oops, magical time warp editing)

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(So, is it too late for me to turn into a ghost/un-die?)