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I'll PM you the details, Ebil. Just gimmie a little bit.
Gyrin remove the following from the active player list:
Kisouri -AliceZaru
Matthew - LiegeLord
Jeronin - _Middle_
Kisouri -AliceZaru
Matthew - LiegeLord
Jeronin - _Middle_
Subject 1 - Leon Roth - Guardian Mutation
"Leon Roth, you've been blessed with your trial. Unlike the others, your risk of death is low and your task is the simplest." A metallic flat voice projected from an unseen intercom, the pacing of the voice that was strangely feminine almost made the way she spoke inhuman, each word being spoken slowly. As. If. Life. Depended. On. Every. Single. Word. "You regenerative ability is a unique active mutation that depends on mimicry. You can only repair damage which you yourself have suffered from. Today is the first of many trials where you will advance your abilities. Today will be a simplistic start. If you cannot heal Subject 2, Tollank Pormaranc, then you will be removed from the program. It is expected that you will be able to find a solution to your problem without further guidance. Shigganeth sends his kindest regards."
Subject 2 - Tollank Pomaranc - Auditory Technopathy Mutation
"Tollank Pomaranc." This voice was slow and soft, a voice meant only for Tollank who was deafened and blinded by his room, a message that was solely telepathic from a source very different from their district's head. A voice almost exactly like his mother. "Your trial takes place in a chamber designed to absorb all sound emitted. Here you are truly blind. We all hope you will find a way to use your sound more masterfully than ever before. It is our hope that you will be able to properly direct sound to observe your environment. The room you are currently in has a pathway leading to the exit across the room. On both sides of the pathway there is a chasm which, should you fall into, will certainly end you. Mind your steps, Tollank."
Subject 3 - Keita Takoshuzi - Nerve Acceleration Mutation
"Keita Takoshuzi," the voice was firm and sharp, identical to the voice of Ketia's childhood friend Leon, and spilled forth from an unseen speaker. A doorway opposite of Keita opened wide, a figure in dressy clothes with a bow tie and hair gold like wheat stepping out, running a hand through his hair. When he spoke, the voice matched his appearance, though his lips did not move. "You are to kill me, Keita. If you cannot do that then you have no place here. You're too clouded with emotion for us to have any interest n keeping you here. Do not disappoint us." The skin of Leon shuddered, bones protruding from his skin like blades. His teeth grew to jagged points and soon all that was skin was now a shield of bone. Silently, he charged.
Subject 4 - Aeria White - Atmosphere Mutation
"Aeria," a gentle voice spoke out from the other side of the room, the origin shrouded in darkness. It was a voice Aeria would be able to recognize in a heartbeat, the voice that belong to the other half of her, the voice of the boy that she grew up with, the voice of her twin. The room itself was a chasm, completely devoid of flooring beyond the first few steps into the room, the opposite side of the room seeming to be miles away. There were no lights beyond the one directly above the door. There were no sounds beyond the voice and a harrowing howl of wind ripping through the chasm between them. "Come Aeria, I'm waiting." It was Aeria's duty to find a way to cross the chasm and as far as one could see, there was no telling how deep the pit was, nor what was residing within. Within moments of the voice ceasing to speak, scents began to flood the room; Sulfur, Iron, Decay. Burnt flesh. Oil fumes.
Subject 4 - Alan Gulley - Chitinous Mutation
"Alan Gulley," the voice said flatly and disinterested, unmistakably the voice of Aeria, "Please step into the center of the room." The voice was patient, waiting as long as it would take for Alan to comply, remaining completely silent until he made his way to the center. The floor around him then lurched upward and snapped shut like metallic jaws, sealing him beneath a dome of metal, much like what Leon had done to Alan the day prior. "You have a short amount of time to dig your way through the barrier and exit the room. We hope that you can make your way out quickly for as I speak, the ventilation systems are pumping neurotoxins into the room. It is our hope that you will manage to make it through this ordeal without succumbing to the toxins. Oh and the barrier has a certain flavor. You can thank me later." It was a marvel of engineering really, for it was the first metal to ever have a vanilla flavor and scent.
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"Leon Roth, you've been blessed with your trial. Unlike the others, your risk of death is low and your task is the simplest." A metallic flat voice projected from an unseen intercom, the pacing of the voice that was strangely feminine almost made the way she spoke inhuman, each word being spoken slowly. As. If. Life. Depended. On. Every. Single. Word. "You regenerative ability is a unique active mutation that depends on mimicry. You can only repair damage which you yourself have suffered from. Today is the first of many trials where you will advance your abilities. Today will be a simplistic start. If you cannot heal Subject 2, Tollank Pormaranc, then you will be removed from the program. It is expected that you will be able to find a solution to your problem without further guidance. Shigganeth sends his kindest regards."
Subject 2 - Tollank Pomaranc - Auditory Technopathy Mutation
"Tollank Pomaranc." This voice was slow and soft, a voice meant only for Tollank who was deafened and blinded by his room, a message that was solely telepathic from a source very different from their district's head. A voice almost exactly like his mother. "Your trial takes place in a chamber designed to absorb all sound emitted. Here you are truly blind. We all hope you will find a way to use your sound more masterfully than ever before. It is our hope that you will be able to properly direct sound to observe your environment. The room you are currently in has a pathway leading to the exit across the room. On both sides of the pathway there is a chasm which, should you fall into, will certainly end you. Mind your steps, Tollank."
Subject 3 - Keita Takoshuzi - Nerve Acceleration Mutation
"Keita Takoshuzi," the voice was firm and sharp, identical to the voice of Ketia's childhood friend Leon, and spilled forth from an unseen speaker. A doorway opposite of Keita opened wide, a figure in dressy clothes with a bow tie and hair gold like wheat stepping out, running a hand through his hair. When he spoke, the voice matched his appearance, though his lips did not move. "You are to kill me, Keita. If you cannot do that then you have no place here. You're too clouded with emotion for us to have any interest n keeping you here. Do not disappoint us." The skin of Leon shuddered, bones protruding from his skin like blades. His teeth grew to jagged points and soon all that was skin was now a shield of bone. Silently, he charged.
Subject 4 - Aeria White - Atmosphere Mutation
"Aeria," a gentle voice spoke out from the other side of the room, the origin shrouded in darkness. It was a voice Aeria would be able to recognize in a heartbeat, the voice that belong to the other half of her, the voice of the boy that she grew up with, the voice of her twin. The room itself was a chasm, completely devoid of flooring beyond the first few steps into the room, the opposite side of the room seeming to be miles away. There were no lights beyond the one directly above the door. There were no sounds beyond the voice and a harrowing howl of wind ripping through the chasm between them. "Come Aeria, I'm waiting." It was Aeria's duty to find a way to cross the chasm and as far as one could see, there was no telling how deep the pit was, nor what was residing within. Within moments of the voice ceasing to speak, scents began to flood the room; Sulfur, Iron, Decay. Burnt flesh. Oil fumes.
Subject 4 - Alan Gulley - Chitinous Mutation
"Alan Gulley," the voice said flatly and disinterested, unmistakably the voice of Aeria, "Please step into the center of the room." The voice was patient, waiting as long as it would take for Alan to comply, remaining completely silent until he made his way to the center. The floor around him then lurched upward and snapped shut like metallic jaws, sealing him beneath a dome of metal, much like what Leon had done to Alan the day prior. "You have a short amount of time to dig your way through the barrier and exit the room. We hope that you can make your way out quickly for as I speak, the ventilation systems are pumping neurotoxins into the room. It is our hope that you will manage to make it through this ordeal without succumbing to the toxins. Oh and the barrier has a certain flavor. You can thank me later." It was a marvel of engineering really, for it was the first metal to ever have a vanilla flavor and scent.
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"Night" Leon said with a wave and a grin, watching Aeria try to make distance between the two of them and head inside, her face glowing red. Leon gave her a few seconds to make her way in before he followed, letting her win this battle. He whistled softly as he walked, his arm hanging freely by his side, swaying with every step. When he reached the staircase, he descended slowly, his mind drifting back and forth between events today, unfocused and unsure of what mattered and what didn't. When the final step came, an object caught his eyes, a medallion with the image of a lion. "Boy," Leon muttered, walking up to his door and taking the medallion in his hands, "is this thing tacky as all get out." He looked back and forth across the hall, noticing that the coast was clear before taking a few steps down, finding Tollnak's door. He gave the door a quick few knocks and left the medallion at his door. Tollnak would probably dig it, Leon figured, moving back to his door before slipping into his room, not bothering to flick on the light as he did so.
Leon stripped down until he was essentially one with nature, bringing his clothes to the shower. He drew the shower-line and hung each bit of clothing, turning on the shower-head and giving it a few minutes to wash down the clothing before shutting it off and retiring to bed. It was the price of having one set of clothes. He had to wash it every night and, if he had to wake up early the next morning, then he'd have to learn to wear damp clothes. On his way to the bed, he paused taking a good long look in the mirror. If people saw his scarred form, they'd arm themselves with pitchforks and torches and chase him out of town. He may as well have been undead... Leon paused, holding his breath, and slowly reached down to his arm, pinching himself. "Still hurts. Hunger for brains not much higher than usual. Everything checks out still." He turned and dropped into his bed, not bothering with the covers tonight.
An alarm blared through the Ellexkir compound, a sharp screech that pierced the ear. "Wake up and prepare yourselves for the day." The incredibly familiar voice said, reaching out to his disciples, "You have ten minutes to wash up, dress yourselves, and make your way to your individual testing facilities in this building's lower levels. Any late atendees will be purged from the program. Try not to disappoint me, shall you?" The alarm abruptly cut. From deep beneath every room, a low rumble could be felt, one that works is way through your entire body. The day was only just beginning.
Leon fell out of his bed, bouncing as he met the floor, immediately grateful that nothing particularly sensitive was landed upon. "The hell..." Leon groaned, reaching out in a vain attempt to find a snooze button, when the voice reached him. "Oh..." he sighed, pulling himself up to his feet. Leon slowly blinked, recalling that he was in fact in a new world and that yesterday's events had not just been a dream. Steeling himself for what may come, he made his way to the shower, tossing his damp clothing onto the floor before cranking the shower on to ice cold. He danced back and forth in the ice water, frantically scrubbing himself as consciousness drowned out the earlier drowsiness. With a punch, he turned off the shower, before shoving the shower door open to jump out, practically yelling "Fuck that stings!" as he desperately grabbed a towel in an effort to dry off. With that said and done, he brushed his teeth while throwing on the damp clothes, giving a quick rinse before he made his way out of the door, proud that he had only taking three minutes to do that entire god awful ordeal.
He quickly made his way down the staircase into the belly of the complex, holoboards at each level repeatedly instructing him to go farther down until he reached the bottom floor where he was met by a long hallway with a slew of doors. The first door, the one right by the staircase, was his. Just like his room. As for what awaited him... he reached out slowly, putting his hand on the palm reader and gave a glance back, noticing that he was the only one here so far. The door gave a sharp chime and parted open, revealing a barren gray room. Leon took a slow step in, the door sealing shut behind with a muted hiss.
Leon stripped down until he was essentially one with nature, bringing his clothes to the shower. He drew the shower-line and hung each bit of clothing, turning on the shower-head and giving it a few minutes to wash down the clothing before shutting it off and retiring to bed. It was the price of having one set of clothes. He had to wash it every night and, if he had to wake up early the next morning, then he'd have to learn to wear damp clothes. On his way to the bed, he paused taking a good long look in the mirror. If people saw his scarred form, they'd arm themselves with pitchforks and torches and chase him out of town. He may as well have been undead... Leon paused, holding his breath, and slowly reached down to his arm, pinching himself. "Still hurts. Hunger for brains not much higher than usual. Everything checks out still." He turned and dropped into his bed, not bothering with the covers tonight.
An alarm blared through the Ellexkir compound, a sharp screech that pierced the ear. "Wake up and prepare yourselves for the day." The incredibly familiar voice said, reaching out to his disciples, "You have ten minutes to wash up, dress yourselves, and make your way to your individual testing facilities in this building's lower levels. Any late atendees will be purged from the program. Try not to disappoint me, shall you?" The alarm abruptly cut. From deep beneath every room, a low rumble could be felt, one that works is way through your entire body. The day was only just beginning.
Leon fell out of his bed, bouncing as he met the floor, immediately grateful that nothing particularly sensitive was landed upon. "The hell..." Leon groaned, reaching out in a vain attempt to find a snooze button, when the voice reached him. "Oh..." he sighed, pulling himself up to his feet. Leon slowly blinked, recalling that he was in fact in a new world and that yesterday's events had not just been a dream. Steeling himself for what may come, he made his way to the shower, tossing his damp clothing onto the floor before cranking the shower on to ice cold. He danced back and forth in the ice water, frantically scrubbing himself as consciousness drowned out the earlier drowsiness. With a punch, he turned off the shower, before shoving the shower door open to jump out, practically yelling "Fuck that stings!" as he desperately grabbed a towel in an effort to dry off. With that said and done, he brushed his teeth while throwing on the damp clothes, giving a quick rinse before he made his way out of the door, proud that he had only taking three minutes to do that entire god awful ordeal.
He quickly made his way down the staircase into the belly of the complex, holoboards at each level repeatedly instructing him to go farther down until he reached the bottom floor where he was met by a long hallway with a slew of doors. The first door, the one right by the staircase, was his. Just like his room. As for what awaited him... he reached out slowly, putting his hand on the palm reader and gave a glance back, noticing that he was the only one here so far. The door gave a sharp chime and parted open, revealing a barren gray room. Leon took a slow step in, the door sealing shut behind with a muted hiss.
Name:
Julian Wilde
Stage Name:
Wilde
Appearance:
Age:
23 in appearance, mid fourties in age
Personality:
Julian is a dick. He cares about himself above all else and will drop things that bore him without so much as a hint of hesitation. He gets satisfaction out of living for himself. Does he have a heart under his layers of ink and flesh? The answer is a solid maybe.
Likes:
Women, ink, adrenaline, high places, falling, flying, being loud, liquor,
Dislikes:
Bullshit, boredom, tacky things, large bodies of water, cars
Backstory/History:
Julian's childhood was a grungy affair. He ran away at a young age, discovering his natural talents shortly after. His natural talent being that he was capable of jaunting (teleporting or warping, as known to most people) anywhere he pleased so long as he could picture the place in his minds eye. The only way to disable his ability to jaunt was to either give him a concussion or disorient his sense of space, both being extremely difficult things to do given his gifts in fighting and all around street urchinry. At sixteen, Julian committed his first major crime, jaunting into a bank vault with an electric saw and leaving with half of the bank's safety deposit boxes emptied. For a short time in his life he exclusively committed high risk crimes solely for the entertainment of it, looking for any adrenaline he could get. Often times he didn't bother to keep what he stole. He'd dump it in trashcans or just leave it out on the side of the street for people to fight over. His crime was eventually replaced with an interest in climbing and falling, both of which weren't particularly high risk hobbies with his power, though he would always find a way to make what he was doing a little more death defying. Skydiving without parachutes, rock climbing without harnesses, as well as climbing any tall building he laid his eyes on. As with all things, Julian eventually grew bored and moved on to something new and decently exciting. Jim Morgen's magic troupe, full of bonafide mages just like himself.
Julian Wilde
Stage Name:
Wilde
Appearance:
Age:
23 in appearance, mid fourties in age
Personality:
Julian is a dick. He cares about himself above all else and will drop things that bore him without so much as a hint of hesitation. He gets satisfaction out of living for himself. Does he have a heart under his layers of ink and flesh? The answer is a solid maybe.
Likes:
Women, ink, adrenaline, high places, falling, flying, being loud, liquor,
Dislikes:
Bullshit, boredom, tacky things, large bodies of water, cars
Backstory/History:
Julian's childhood was a grungy affair. He ran away at a young age, discovering his natural talents shortly after. His natural talent being that he was capable of jaunting (teleporting or warping, as known to most people) anywhere he pleased so long as he could picture the place in his minds eye. The only way to disable his ability to jaunt was to either give him a concussion or disorient his sense of space, both being extremely difficult things to do given his gifts in fighting and all around street urchinry. At sixteen, Julian committed his first major crime, jaunting into a bank vault with an electric saw and leaving with half of the bank's safety deposit boxes emptied. For a short time in his life he exclusively committed high risk crimes solely for the entertainment of it, looking for any adrenaline he could get. Often times he didn't bother to keep what he stole. He'd dump it in trashcans or just leave it out on the side of the street for people to fight over. His crime was eventually replaced with an interest in climbing and falling, both of which weren't particularly high risk hobbies with his power, though he would always find a way to make what he was doing a little more death defying. Skydiving without parachutes, rock climbing without harnesses, as well as climbing any tall building he laid his eyes on. As with all things, Julian eventually grew bored and moved on to something new and decently exciting. Jim Morgen's magic troupe, full of bonafide mages just like himself.
Sadness.
I read every post. Don't keep implying that I'm not reading the posts. It's rude and belittling.
And really dude, triple posting again? Come the fuck on.
And really dude, triple posting again? Come the fuck on.
If Finn was to be accepted, I'd have to ask that he be in Ignori. Ellexkir has more players already.
Not sure how I feel about a cat joining the cast though.
Not sure how I feel about a cat joining the cast though.
Leon held his tongue as she feigned a lack of fear. Leon was afraid too, but he was capable of admitting that. Leon was standing still, unsure of what to do when she took a few steps and looked back. He had nothing to say, he just wasn't sure what he could say to her. His legs felt like they were filled with lead and for a moment, he couldn't move. Couldn't close the gap between them. "Wait." Leon muttered, watching her walk away. He might have known exactly how she was feeling right now, but it didn't mean that he knew what to do in this situation.
He closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh and decided to go with what usually worked best. Improvising on the fly. "Aeria," Leon said, breaking into a light jog to catch up with her. When he caught up with her and slowed down to a walk, his eyes moved to her for a moment, nothing coming to mind of what to say or do. "You're freaking out a bit." He said flatly, rubbing the back of his neck as he realized that might not have been the best thing to say. "Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, I mean.. That certainly isn't something either of us should take lightly." He paused, biting his bottom lip as his mind processed what to say, "It's just weird to see you like this..." Leon dropped his hand from his neck, not sure what to do with his free hand. It was always a no brainer with his left hand. The arm could barely lift itself up, it may as well have been paralyzed completely and as a result, it always either hung there or was tucked into his pocket. He reached out with his hand, putting it around Aeria, figuring it might distract her. He'd rather she get annoyed with him than continue to be tormented by her worries.
"It's not like you to show emotion," Leon said, his eyes on the road ahead of them, his vibrant golden eyes unfocused and lacking their usual shine, their apartment complex in sight now. In the literal blink of an eye, his eyes brightened up when he looked toward her, a small crooked smile forming. "If you're going to get so worried over something like a stalker, I'll have to remind you that you already have one creep hanging around you." He smiled, pulling her against him. Now, if Leon knew anything from personal experience, this was almost exactly the point where he'd get slapped. Though with someone like Aeria, it was always a lot more difficult to predict how she'd react. Leon's money was still on the slap.
He closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh and decided to go with what usually worked best. Improvising on the fly. "Aeria," Leon said, breaking into a light jog to catch up with her. When he caught up with her and slowed down to a walk, his eyes moved to her for a moment, nothing coming to mind of what to say or do. "You're freaking out a bit." He said flatly, rubbing the back of his neck as he realized that might not have been the best thing to say. "Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, I mean.. That certainly isn't something either of us should take lightly." He paused, biting his bottom lip as his mind processed what to say, "It's just weird to see you like this..." Leon dropped his hand from his neck, not sure what to do with his free hand. It was always a no brainer with his left hand. The arm could barely lift itself up, it may as well have been paralyzed completely and as a result, it always either hung there or was tucked into his pocket. He reached out with his hand, putting it around Aeria, figuring it might distract her. He'd rather she get annoyed with him than continue to be tormented by her worries.
"It's not like you to show emotion," Leon said, his eyes on the road ahead of them, his vibrant golden eyes unfocused and lacking their usual shine, their apartment complex in sight now. In the literal blink of an eye, his eyes brightened up when he looked toward her, a small crooked smile forming. "If you're going to get so worried over something like a stalker, I'll have to remind you that you already have one creep hanging around you." He smiled, pulling her against him. Now, if Leon knew anything from personal experience, this was almost exactly the point where he'd get slapped. Though with someone like Aeria, it was always a lot more difficult to predict how she'd react. Leon's money was still on the slap.
WinterNightSky said
Poca says thanks from the bottom of his heart
Woman I will end you.
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