Blu

Chaos Theory

Nice to see interest, even tentative ones. I'll give this int check more time before I decide to go ahead with the OOC. If you guys have any character ideas you may want approval on, feel free to pitch them.

Chaos Theory

Preface

"What are the rules of reality? Well they aren't certain, my friends. And if they are indeed certain, then they do not refer to reality."

What does a magic key, eccentric townsfolk, an evil book, an immortal, shady government agents, amphibians, a mad scientist, old seafood, and an ancient cult have in common? The sleepy seaside town of Innsmouth of course. See, it all started with the mysterious disappearance of one Suzanne "Suzie" Moore. Straight-A student. Captain of the high school cheer leading squad. Most popular girl at school. Voted most likely to be kidnapped and probably murdered. The police couldn't find any trace of her except for a strange puddle of green water by her bedside on the night she disappeared.

Things have only gotten stranger since. Some of the townsfolk have accused their neighbors of having... changed. Not in terms of their physical appearances but their mannerisms. Some have become shut-ins while others display weird erratic behaviors, even violent tendencies. It's like an "invasion of body snatchers," claimed fisherman and local town conspiracy theorist, Dan Mulberry. But maybe—just maybe—he isn't simply blowing smoke with these claims.

Now a journalist has arrived to investigate the abundant curiosities that plague this once quiet town in hopes of uncovering the truth of it all. But this is not a story of simply one person. This town will soon be visited by all manners of interesting characters whose story will inexplicably intertwined with one another. And all of these characters playing their respective roles will contribute to solving the most important mystery of them all: what the hell happened to Suzie Moore? But take heed, because something sinister writhes beneath, awaiting the end to a long slumber...

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• Welcome to this supernatural, sci-fi, horror, mystery RP that seeks to answer one question: what happened to Suzie Moore? And plus a variety of subplots we'll figure out along the way. While I say supernatural, sci-fi, horror, mystery, we aim to not make this a wholly grim endeavor. There will be light, comedic moments aplenty.
• Your character can be whatever you please them to be as long as they fit into the mold of the world and contributes to the progression of the plot. Any roles that I mention in the preface can be occupied by your character or you can do something totally your own. It's up to you. Your characters should have their own motivations and goals that will someway or another end up intertwining with the other characters.
• Our setting is the fictional town of Innsmouth, New England on the US eastern seaboard. A small fishing town that just got really weird all of a sudden and will only get a lot more weirder once all our characters come into the fold and their stories gradually unravel.
• The central plot serves more as a backdrop at the start of the RP where each individual character's personal plot takes center stage and, as the RP progresses, the central plot rears its ugly head more and more, culminating in some crazy BS where all the characters are involved and are doing their damnedest to make it out slightly scathed but alive... maybe.

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@Blu thats cool man. Ill skip your turn and just assume kazuto wimpered in a corner

@Zelosse

Yeah thanks. I definitely don't want to leave. I still very much enjoy this RP. Just feeling Blu as of late... *sad ba-dum-tss*

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Hey guys sorry. If it isn't made apparent already I'm just gonna skip posting this round. Haven't been feeling it and I don't want to post in this state.

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Been busy as usual but I will have a post up tomorrow!

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No interest it seems. Closed.

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Shit I hope the broken portrait wasn't caught on camera.

And posted~

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@liferusher @Zelosse

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After pouring an unholy amount of sugar—or at least that's what he believes it to be—into his cup of coffee, Kaz goes for a sip but, just as the rim reaches his lips, he stops and notices the unusual expression on the bug girl's face. It consists of eyes devoid of life with the addition of a creepy smile which Kaz can only describe as "nefarious". "Hey, what's with that look?" Kaz asks in his patented monotone inflection. He doesn't expect an answer nor would he trust one that comes out of her, and so he elects to ignore her and drink his sweet, sweet coffe- Holy high halls of hell, what ungodly concoction is he drinking?! This is the work of a bio-terrorist. This- This- Her. Kaz looks up at the bug girl. As he sets the poisonous substance down on the table, Kaz's expression is now the same as the one the bug girl had before: a dead, dumb, happy look except one corner of Kaz's mouth is twitching.

Reaching into the grocery bag on the table with both hands, Kaz methodically pulls out what seems to be two more cans of bug spray—only the tops can be seen—in full view of the bug girl. His dual-wielding is about to level up! Fortunately, Kaz's phone alarm goes off, stopping this epic battle from proceeding any further. His face returns to normal as Kaz reaches for his phone to have a look-see. "Oh. It's already time." He says quietly to himself. He places his phone into his left pant pocket and picks up his bag before leaving unannounced. All that remains of his presence at the table is his comic in the goat boy's possession, a couple of snack bars, and salt—lots of it—both physical and metaphorical.

-6:37 PM-

Kaz retires to his dorm room after what has proven to be a rather chaotic day. Dear diary, today Kaz learned the importance of never giving up from his draconian tyrant of a teacher/headmaster. He met some rather swell fellows who steals too much, smokes too much, and dairies too much. And he was poisoned by a bug girl who no one but himself was internally freaking out over. Yeah... Wow, his life sucks. Kaz feels as though he will collapse of exhaustion at any- Oh, right now it looks like.

-6:00 AM-

"RISE AND SHINE, DESPOILERS OF MY HOME. EVERYONE OUT HERE NOW."

A far cry from his encouraging All Might alarm clock statue. The thundering voice of Lorken plays over the repeating school bell and returns Kaz's soul into his body, waking him from his slumber. Kaz slept on the floor all night having collapsed during the previous day. His luggage is still packed, mocking him in the far corner of the humbling room. Kaz's appearance when he first wakes up in the morning is indistinguishable from his appearance throughout the day: barely kept hair, a mixture of apathy and annoyance shown prominently on his face—you'd be hard pressed to find a less impressive guy. It's actually impressive how unimpressive he is, actually.

Knowing Lorken, this devilish alarm system probably won't shut off any time soon so Kaz, as reluctant as he is, gets up off the floor and begins the usual morning routine. He saunters into the restroom to whiz, shower, and brush his teeth. When all is said and done, he removes the new uniform from his belongings and puts it on. Dress shirt, blazer, pants, the works. He can't imagine there is much time for breakfast so he sits down on his bed with a protein bar in one hand and a bottle of water in the other; both arms are raised awkwardly instead of resting beside him. His whole posture screams, "I'm uncomfortable". Finishing up, he heads out toward the designated area.

He soon arrives and sees that both Gankona—he got his name right this time—and Karada are there. Lorken is a given. "Morning." Kaz tells the three of them before lining up beside Karada, remaining silent for the remainder of their time there. Both Kaz and Gank seem to be better groomed this morning than Karada. Kaz took his time since they had until seven but the other two look like they've been standing here for a while. Unlike both students, the buttons on Kaz's blazer is completely unbuttoned: a testament to his rebellious spirit, or his apathy. You choose.

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@GodOfWar @Duoya @Kuma @liferusher

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Oftentimes, Kaz finds himself lost in tunnel vision. That's the case with the crooked painting, and that's the case now with this... mosquito girl. You can land a jet plane behind him right now and he would be none the wiser. Incidentally taking advantage of this fact is the goat boy who Kaz can only vaguely remember the name of.

Slinking towards him, the goat boy crushes the nozzle of Kaz's bug spray and purloins one of his comics. Kaz finally comes to his senses after being mind diddled by seeing Mosquito-chan when he attempts to spray the chemical her way only to find that nothing happening. "Huh?"

He looks around the room as if to figure things out and only realizes what has happened when he sees Drank Soda with one of his books. "H-He's fast...!" No, you're just dense. He leaves the goat boy with his comic for now as he seems harmless enough and walks into the kitchen where the blonde dairy lover―think his name is "Yaoi" or something―is making a pizza. Cheese... Dairy... Perfectly in character for him.

Kaz sees a coffee maker in the corner. Coincidentally (all according to plan), Kaz bought some coffee mix. He gets to work, meticulously letting the machine do everything for him. After about seven minutes, he pours himself a cup, walks over to the table, and takes a seat. At the table sat Prank Yoga, Missquito, and the chain-smoking young man whose age eludes Kaz still―seemingly oblivious to the fact that goat boy also smokes. Karada right? Kaz takes a longer than normal sip of his coffee while he stares daggers into the bug girl.

After an excruciatingly long time of silent piercing stares, Kaz finally speaks up. "Excuse me," he starts, talking directly to the bug girl, "can you pass the blood- err, sugar?" Kaz asks in an entirely nonchalant and impassive manner. Whether she does so or not, Kaz would eventually wind up with sugar which he then―all the while maintaining his blink-less gaze―unsympathetically pours an offensive amount into his cup, so much so that it had to be censored for general audiences.

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Finally have time to read all the posts instead of skimming and I realized I left Karada out of my mentions. And mentioning @Mercurial here just to see if he's still in this.