Hexaflexagon

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

The haunting visage of the ghostly phantoms of distributed circadian rhythm danced a waltz in Kai's head. Five time zones and five and something hours later Kai had landed at the airport, another forty five minutes passed until she found herself back in Hope. Stuck in the forbidden lost hour of stuck in a state seemingly between worlds. Her father, a man that had long gotten used to the dance of time zones had described it as waiting for the soul to catch back up the body having lost its way somewhere midlife. The primitive reptilian demands for sleep, repeatedly flashing through her head. Her fitful brain being unable to understand why she is denying the grasp of sweet sweet sedition.

She pressed her head against the window of the cab, trying in vain to find some relief in the form of the cool glass. The car a Japanese "re-imagining" of an american model seemed to effortlessly slide across the asphalt, not a bump not a slight jostle was not aiding in her attempts to stay awake. The leather seats of the car seemingly drawing her into it, to drag her into the land of slumber. Though the midday sun still shined she felt as though she it was more appropriately the middle of the night. She looked towards the back of the head of her driver, an Israeli man with graying hair, missing his left ear who was currently humming along to some Leonard Cohen song on the radio. Sure Hope was just a bit out of the way from the airport but the one fare would be within the forty dollar mark and that was too sweet a catch to just give up upon. She would stop off at her Fathers house later, but she had to first go the hospital.

She had found about the accident from a friend of a friend, they say it was a head on collision and that he was put into a coma. Kai had been out of the country for the last two months, working numbers and statics to a large scale business firm in Europe. The jobs themselves never lasted more then a few months, depending on how much data needed to be filtered through. She hopped around her a lot, as man in three piece Italian made suits recommended her skill sets to affluent men in three piece french ,made suits and so on. It paid well enough, and it was quiet she mostly worked alone and that was something she preferred over some office job. When her time was up she deiced to head back to Hope, she had not seen her Father in a long time and maybe she could go see the arse in the hospital.

Dallas Robertson and Kai Fleischer were not the type of people one would see and decide that a friendship of sorts should occur, but life has a way of not following its set conformity. It helped add to the Dallas mythology as it came into reality. As he was one of the only people that Kai, actually talked too at all. But as she moved on and set off on her path with a wanderlust, they never did see one another again. But Kai figured that she at least owed him, one visit while he was in the hospital.. How the boy acted to other people she was probably only going to be one of a few.

As she was lost in her thoughts, they had soon come up to Saint Peter's. She payed the fare almost with the quality of a robot as she stepped out of the cab, nothing with her except a small backpack, the rest of her belongings the little that she had were going to be shipped back over seas. St.Peters was a building she knew far too well from her childhood. Having been admitted six times due to panic attacks, twice due to broken bones from playing field hockey and once for when her father had fallen and broke his leg. She starred up at the building for another moment, hugging her jacket close against her feeling its warmth encase her. That was a long time ago, and she had not been having troubles like that in a while yet. She walked into the hospital the slow whir as the automatic door behind them opened. The small of antiseptic was thick in the air. the main entrance with its limonium floor scrubbed clean and bright, so that one could see their reflection starring back at them. A nurse of sorts sat at a table at a desk, several files opened in front of her as she typed away. Behind her was two figures, statues depicting Peter's healing of Aeneas with the words above it saying in Latin "et ait illi Petrus Aeneas sanat te Iesus Christus surge et sterne tibi et continuo surrexit!" (Aeneas, Jesus Christ makes you whole; arise and make your bed!"), it was required of course for a hospital named after a saint to have at least one odd statue. Kai walked up to the nurse and waited for her to look up.

After a minute or two of standing she began to notice the low music playing in the background Smooth Jazz the official soundtrack of hospitals and elevators everywhere. It of course never went out of style for it was never in style. The lazily moving walking baseline was punctuated by the nurse typing on the keyboard, data entry a fate worse than death. A minute later Kai made a noise, discreet enough not to be rude but it was obvious the lady was oblivious. The nurse snapped out of her trance as she shook her head and looked up as she just noticed her.

"Oh! Hello dear! And how may I help you today?" The nurse asked with a slight warmness to her dead monotone voice, as if to say that she was busy and Kai was not helping her get unbusy.

"Uh yes... I'm looking for a friend of mine Dallas Robertson?"

"Robertson.... he was the boy that got in a car crash about a month ago correct? Hmmm give me a moment." She explained to Kai but she seemed to be more talking to herself. Kai stood and waited counting the number of keystrokes the nurse inputted 17.... which struck Kai as odd as Dallas only had 16 letters first and last name, that was one of the first things she told him about, that his name was a good one because it was a perfect square. She watched as the nurse furrowed her brow and then a moment later entered another stroke hitting the backspace key. She smiled having her Eureka moment before looking up at Kai and verbally giving her directions in short to head up a few levels.

Kai nodded her thanks walking down the hallway cutting through where she was directed. She went through the waiting room where people sat in varying states of distress. A boy clutching his hand where the pinkie had grown thrice its normal size, another whose nose looked five different colors and slightly off color, an older man with a hole in his mouth among others. All types came to be treated that was what Kai learned upon her visits, from drunks and weirdos, to teachers and police officers it was a melting pot of class, race and age. She finally found her way to the elevator, hit the button waited the obligatory minute and forty five seconded (she counted) and went inside. She hit the button for the floor needed and waited as Kenny G took over the elevator with his saxophone.

The elevator door opened and Kai took a right and then a left as she was instructed coming to a brightly lit hallway with several wooden doors. As she approached she heard voices that sounded like they were emanating from the room that she believed to be the one Dallas was occupying. Rather then intruding upon them, she deiced to give them some space and she continued walking down the hallway to a large window at the end of the hall. She sat on the edge looking out on the quiet town of Hope. to her direct right was a drawing seemed to be made by a painted in a frame in crayon.Of what seemed to be a young girl, her parents, a doctor and a man that could of either been God/ Saint Peter or maybe Santa Claus. Maybe all three? As she looked out whistling a small tune to herself, a simple four note progression. She remembered a conversation she had with the idiot one day when he dragged her along on a day of cutting school. It was about the mental benefits of doing nothing but starring at clouds. She is still fairly certain she won the argument against it, but knowing Dallas he probably heard none of it.

"For you see clouds are........"

Ch1: Genesis Game: The Beginning of the and

FrozenEcstasy said
They're posting their CS shortly

*causally deposits CS*
And here we are sorry about the wait, got stuck in traffic on the way home from work.

EDIT

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Kai Fleischer

Name: Kai Fleischer
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Described as having the appearance of that of a Valkyrie of old. Standing at just around 6'1 with a svelte in appearance, with a well defined lean tone of that of a sprinter or a runner of sorts. A man would of once described her a prime example of the "master race", waist length blond hair and piercing blue eyes the color of fresh ice. Her features being angular, some would describe elfin in appearance. Her complexion is that of her ancestors from northern Germany, very much Caucasian in tone. In short described as either looking as a tall and stoic ice queen, or a serious athlete not unfit to be found in the former USSR. Which is why the gentle smile she has on her face is an odd sort of contradiction to the whole prescribed idea in a way,

Kai common everyday clothing is the simple, you can have it in any color you want as long as it is black approach, not worrying as much as she "should" about her appearance. Breaking down into a black tee shirt, a dark and well used pair of jeans, and a pair of running shoes in you guessed it black. The only stand our piece of clothing would be her MA-1 bomber jacket, a gift that seems to hold sentimental value in her heart. Her approach to fashion is odd to say the least, some would describe it as an allergic reaction to such things, while others say she is just expressing herself through aggressive minimalism. In reality it is more in the comfort of patterns, that she keeps to what she wears.

Personality:
Epistemological doubt, is to say what Kai's life revols around in one way or another. She is one to always be on the search for answers, to never leave a question or a mystery half answered. This has been a trait of hers since she was a child, she would have to find Wally and all his friends on every page, she would have to color in the entirety of the picture or it would not be right. Psych test have put her somewhere along the OCD spectrum, to being deemed a savant. Though this never stopped her and she can still be as cynical and "edgy" as the best of them, that and ant-anxiety meds are wonderful tools. But whatever this double edge sword be it a blessing or a curse, it has helped her in someways. She has a strict diligence and determination to herself, a power of will be it may. That once she has her eyes set on a goal she would follow it to the end, no matter how far or seemingly impossible it took her. Imagine for a moment the little engine that could on speed and you might have an idea. Though this of course does have its downsides because of this she is very stubborn in her ways, and trying to deter her from her path if even for her own good is sometimes seemingly impossible.

Because of this most of the time she seems distant, if not always friendly. During her school years, she was the lackadaisical girl in the back of the classroom, with her head seemingly in low orbit, thinking and pondering about something or was it someone? They never truly knew. So social interaction was hard for her, because people just could comprehend her thoughts or understand, it was if she was beating at a totally different drum then her. And that is where if we look the root of her emotional core lays, stuck in a void of sorts lacking understanding from others, who try but get lost in the tangents ans the rabble and what leads her to continue in a determined state to keep on finding answers in this cycle. that seemingly repeats itself over and over again.

Because of this her viewpoint on life is rotted in that of Existentialism so cynical to say the least. Ironically as it may be an absurd mind, doing its best to comprehend the meaningless absurd world.

Brief Biography:
Kai, never really knew her mother who died in a tragic hit and run incident when she was only two years old. Her father was a mathematics professor at the local university, having moved from East Germany, soon after the Berlin Wall fell. Her existence was nothing to really complain about they were comfortably middle class, their home consisting of the two of them and her Mothers two cats, the only real living remnant they had of her. It was a peaceful existence and her early childhood was not one of tragic proportions

By the time she was in high school though, Kai's problems has beaning forge in the forge of life for some time. The Amount of people that considered her, her friend she could count on one hand. The amount if added those on the level of close associates would be another hand and one foot. Though she did not mind that much, she never really did have friends and the ones that she did have were close and nice people. Though that didn't stop the rumors about her existence, that she was dropped on her head as a child, or that she was part of a failed collapsing USSR experiment to create genius sleeper agents or something. Homo homini lupus as the old saying goes, but what was she going to do about it? It was because she was an outlier a misinterpretation of data, a fault in a bigger set of data having been too odd and seemingly dumb for the smart kids and too smart for everyone else and so she did what should be done and removed herself from the equation, choosing self imposed isolation. It was better that why, it made her work go faster.

The effects were not noticeable, but Kai never did make anymore friends after high school. Instead of going to university like most of her classmates, she had taken up a small job for a large multinational company as a data analyst, for the numbers and code was something that was familiar to her, something easily understood and put together unlike the mind of a human being.

Relationship with Parent: She is still on relatively good terms with her father, though with the two of them being busy more often then not they don't have many chances to communicate.

Talent:
She has a gift with numbers, something she has had from a very young age. This of course may not seem to be an art form, but fractal art is math, the same way drawing is applied geometry and music is just waves and applied algerbra when broke down into its roots.

Number: 5
Virtue: Diligence

Genesis Game: Chapter One: The Beginning of the End: Reattempt #ILostCount

FrozenEcstasy said
I shall take anyone I can get'!

Well then, I will try to get up a CS as expediently as possible!

And because of your avatar I will share this.

Tycho: When creating your sandwich, first determine your starting meat. You may choose ten points of condiments. Refer to table 1-A, "Emollients." Some advanced cheeses may require an additional check. Roll for Swiss. Success!
Gabe: Shit. That sandwich looks delicious.
Tycho: That's because I roll twenties.

Genesis Game: Chapter One: The Beginning of the End: Reattempt #ILostCount

FrozenEcstasy said
Looking for a chick again

If you good sir would take me, you have my axe.

Creating a Shin Megami Tensei / Persona Roleplay

Judeline said
Alright, I'm glad the bond system got approval, shall we get started?

Sounds good, I'm still lingering about. So whenever it is convenient for us to begin I shall most likely pop up.

Creating a Shin Megami Tensei / Persona Roleplay

Indeed, as stated above the plot has a foundation, which is really the most important part. Building upon that is half the fun right? And the mechanics well need to be cemented and chiseled in stone. Mostly because the Shin Megami Tensei and Persona games, are interestingly and oddly not your standard RPG fare. In that respect the odd juggling between dating sim/ dungeon crawler/ JRPG will be an interesting mixture to say the least. So as Fox has stated making sure those are firmly cemented and all the RPers are on the same page about them will be probably one of the most important things.

Though I do say, I do like the idea of the Bond system. Kind of like social links, but less having to worry about reversing them. Seeming to move more along the idea of the Friendship, Rivalry Systems of DA2 the only somewhat effective feature they added to that godforsaken game.

Corrected & Connected

Genkai said
Nothing wrong with Monty Python. XD And your link doesn't work. I shall go cry now. But anyway, I can't wait to see who is accepted (wait, I should know this...) and how they can mesh together, hopefully fairly well

Well of course we are all here! We are strong willed folk that took the patience virtue in fourth grade instead of armpit fart specialization. -insert derogatory comment about uneducated plebeians here-

People meshing together is important! It allows them to meld together like fruit in a blender into a delicious tasting mango smoothie... but you know people flavored! (I believe my analogy is going off track..)

And the link does not work? Oh no! Well have another one!

Creating a Shin Megami Tensei / Persona Roleplay

Sure, what the heck.

Corrected & Connected

And for some strange reason, I know really wish for two characters to argue the moral philosophy of the blessings of cheesemakers. Which I take of a sign as either my mind finally slipping into insanity or that I've been watching too much Monty Python. Probably both.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

Master Sorni thought to therself as she listened to the suggestions made by Kraytan and Deja respectively, though she stayed quiet through most of it. She was aware that in terms of leadership she was the one that in the end she would be one of the ones primarily in charge of taking the reins of their fate. And yet she refrained from voicing her own opinion on the matter, primarily because in the reality of it all the others needed to learn how to debate and decide among themselves. When it was needed she could act as a mediator when it was needed and be a dispensable font of wisdom when needed, but only in that degree when it was needed. For the Padawans, the Knights, all of them needed to learn to act as one to learn to become one large unit and work as one. It was not a matter of making things easier, it was a matter of it was needed for them to survive. Their was an old saying that a Tusken Raider alone was just a creature lost in a desert something unremarkable. But a tribe? They made townsfolk and moister farms quake in fear.

When Kraytan asked her to follow him to continue her discussion she nodded and followed next to him. The medical droid convinced by this point that the Jedi Master would not fall down and die at a moments notice it left to go attend its duties in the medical bay. The CR25 halls seemed desolate, the pairs footsteps echoing through the ship even if it was just a few hundred feet. It was seemingly unnatural, there was a time when the Jedi Master would be aboard one of these ships and the halls would be bustling with clone troopers, as they moved to a new battlefield somewhere to battle against the Confederacy. The past three years of her life had been absorbed into this constant cycle of going from dropship or cruiser to a battlefield and now it was over. But now not just the war was over but her but everyone's since of normalcy: clone troopers went from staunch allies to now the shadows of death themselves, the Jedi temple not just a symbol of the Jedi galaxy wide, but their home that had stood for lay in smoking ruins. Where once stood grand majestic halls lay = ruinous wrecks that lay empty for the first time in hundreds of years, what once was the sound of younglings learning and the pursuit of knowledge was know the distant drum like pounding of a team of clones in the distance, alone in a tranquil serenity akin to that of a funeral march.

When Kolinn the Dathomiran girl posed her question to Kraytan, the Jedi Master watched with quiet curiosity on how he would deal with the suggestion. Dathomir was an interesting world that in the Jedi Masters travelers had brought her too and once was more then enough. She was to destroy an ancient Sith holocron that was lost in the ruins of the Brotherhood of Darkness's Sith academy on the planet. It was a planet attuned with the dark side of the force, a place where even those Jedi with the strongest will felt the whispers and murmuring temptations of the dark side. Any normal and sane person would of denied the girls request outright, but her was Kraytan who even in rejection kept this aura of calmness and knowing to himself, acting as true as any Jedi Master twice his age, his words showed wisdom and wisdom was something they would need in the future to come. After they walked away from the girl and towards the cockpit, the Jedi Master spoke aloud to Kraytan.

"You handled that well Kraytan, the Temple Master would of been proud to see becoming such a leader... Though I fear for Kolinn and the others. To be so young and to have such great darkness and trouble thrust upon them. I sense the anger and the fear growing inside of them, the calling of the dark side reach out to them in these troubling times. For if they remain unguided and lost in this darkening galaxy then, the whispers of the dark side will come for them." Master Sorni told the other Jedi as they reached the cockpit.