Muse Academy RPG*, Part 9
*Role-playing game, or possibly rocket-propelled grenade.
Not necessarily continued from Part 8.
Date: December 29, 2010
Categories: Muse Academy, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
Sunday, 11 June 2023
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
*Role-playing game, or possibly rocket-propelled grenade.
Not necessarily continued from Part 8.
Date: December 29, 2010
Categories: Muse Academy, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs
((Yay! Thanks, GAPAs!
So, I suggest we start a new adventure, and let more people join. The most active people on the previous thread don’t post as much as they used to, and the adventure got exceedingly confusing.
Any opinions?))
((I’d like an adventure, preferably something more realistic without any of the “stuck in a video game” or “dimension warping” we had before. Maybe a school trip where we stumble upon an ancient Viking camp or something.))
((Well, I was gone for a few months, but I’m back now.
I agree with Kai–something more realistic this time.))
((May I join?))
((Mikazuki- Certainly, I think anyone may join.
Kai- Something vaguely plausible with a chance of magic? Or purely within the set bounds of canon?))
((Plausible, without too much overt magic or funky dimensional stuff.))
((Ok, what should I do? Am I supposed to make a schedule? Ulp. I must resist the urge to only speak in questions for the rest of the year.))
I’d like to try and join again. I’ve missed RPGs, and would like to try them again. And yes, realistic would be a nice change.
[Hmmm…new adventure, definitely.]
((Maybe something along the lines of Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys? School trip where we discover a mystery?))
((Ackles! I forgot the double parantheses!
Well… can we start off with just school life? Then go into the adventure.))
((I agree with Kai as well, something more realistic would probably be easier to work with, and also easier for people to join and make sense of the story. I will be taking part, of course, and I’ll try to post more regularly this time.))
I wander the halls aimlessly, looking for an unsuspecting victim to pie. Sadly, most of us have learned to stay on guard constantly, and the newbies are off-limits for their first two weeks, in which time they have witnessed others being pied and have fallen into traps by accident, and are also learning to stay on watch. I scowl at one of said newbies as they walk past, silently cursing the Welcome Pies Only rule that protected the newbies. “Hey! Fireh!” I hear a yell from behind me and turn around to see Zinc. “Zinc! I haven’t seen you around lately, where have you been?” I ask curiously. She shrugs. “Around. Doesn’t really matter. Anyway, I was wondering if I could borrow your notes for World Domination?”
“Sure, no problem.” I reply, putting my backpack on the floor so I can dig through it. “Umm… where is it… bubble gum, pie, no not that, books, more books, Pie Wars II homework, De-Bunnification lab notes… Aha! World Domination notes!” I wave the bundle of papers at Zinc triumphantly. Zinc rolls her eyes but still laughs at me. “You should clean out your bag. That or keep it organized.”
“I know… But there’s so many better things to do!”
“Such as?”
“Trying to convince Robert to overturn the Newbie Protection Rules? Especially No.28.”
“The Welcome Pies Only one?”
“Yeah, that. It annoys me. All these unsuspecting victims waiting to be test subjects for my brand new Firework Pies and I’m not allowed to pie them while they’re fresh!”
I sit in the library by myself enjoying Sigmund Freud’s work, “The Interpretation of Dreams”, when I over-hear Fireh and Zinc talking amongst themselves outside the door. I decide to set down Freud, and join them. I begin to walk out the door, then suddenly see the pie peaking out of Fireh’s bag… I shut the door abruptly, knowing I’m no longer considered a newbie since I’ve been her far longer than two weeks.
“Did you see that?” inquires Fireh.
“See what?” replies Zinc.
“Nothing… Nothing. We’d better hurry, or we won’t make it to first block in time!”
Once I believe Zinc and Fireh are gone, I slowly begin to open the door. I then decide it would be best to run at full speed, in order to make it to my own first block in time.
I walk up the driveway, carrying my bag and holding a map of MA. I’m trying to decypher it while standing in the courtyard underneath the fountain of Kokopelli when I bump into two girls on their way to class.
“Hi!” I say. “Could you direct me to Lasley house? Or…somewhere? I just got here- I kinda should’ve been here a week ago, but I got on the wrong plane and ended up in Egypt. I’m Mikazuki, by the way. Umm…” I stop at the girls stare at me.
“Darn, I can’t pie her either,” mutters one of the girls.
((SFTDP, but here is my schedule. It might need quite a bit of syncing so that some classes are in line with other people’s.
6:00 am Breakfast
7:00 am English/ Language Arts
8:00 am World Domination
9:00 am Science of the HPBs
10:00 am Art
11:00 am Painting
12:00 pm Lunch
1:00 pm Icelandic
2:00 pm Fencing
3:00 pm Pre-Algebra
4:00 pm History/ Social Studies
5:00 pm Computer Graphics
6:00 pm Dinner
9:00 pm Stargazing
Oh, and
Name: Mikazuki or Mika
Age: 12
House: Lasley
Appearance: Shoulder length lightish brown hair, blue-green eyes. 5′ 2″. Tannish darkish skin. ))
((New schedule, moved around a bit so more classes are at the same times:
Breakfast
āØ7:00 am English/ Language Arts
āØ8:00 am IcelandicāØ
9:00 am Science of the HPBsāØ
10:00 am Art (aka general visual)āØ
11:00 am PaintingāØ
12:00 pm LunchāØ
1:00 pm World Domination
āØ2:00 pm Fencing
āØ3:00 pm Pre-AlgebraāØ
4:00 pm History/ Social StudiesāØ
5:00 pm Computer Graphics
āØ6:00 pm Dinner
7:00 pm pie throwing
9:00 pm Stargazing))
“Darn, I can’t pie her either. Cake you, Newbie Protection Act.” I mutter. Zinc snorts and the n00b looks nonplussed. “Sorry.” Zinc apologizes for me. “I’m not sorry. Oooh, a Lasley! We’re growing by the day! More victims–I mean recruits–I mean slaves–no, I don’t mean slaves–uhh–house members!” I grin widely. “So your name’s Mikazuchi? Can I call you Mikazucchini?” I ask. She stares at me. “Nevermind. Oh, right, the Lasley house. Or somewhere. Which would you prefer?”
“Don’t you have a class right now?” the newbie asks. I grin again. “Well, yes and no. It’s a class, yes. Rebelliousness 101. No one ever actually goes, though. Except for the pitiful non-rebellious kids who do, poor things, they get automatic zeros for turning up to class.” I explain. She looks even more confused. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Yeah, well, not many things do around here. Get used to it.” my grin widens. “Okay, but really. Lasley house? Or would you rather I show you somewhere? There’s a lot of lovely somewheres around here.”
“Uhh…”
“I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “Egypt is really hot. Um, yeah, could you tell me where Lasley house is?” I am wary of any pies the girl might spring at me. “So, what’s your name?” I ask as we set off.
“I already told you. I’m Fireh. I’m a Lasley too, actually. I’ve been a student here a little bit over a year. This is the best school ever.” I say, beaming, then mutter under my breath “Except for the stupid things like the Newbie Protection Act.”. Zinc chuckles. “And that is…” Zucchini-girl asks, pointing to Zinc. “This is Zinc. She’s a Baker. She’s generally nice except for when she and Witchneko-AvalonGirl-whatever her name is now are throwing random huge heavy harmful things at each other.”
“Thanks, Fi. Alliteration much?”
“You’re welcome and yes.” I reply to Zinc. Zucchini-girl blinks slowly. “And yes, when you’ve been a student here long enough you can have conversations like that too. Takes practice.”
“Ah. What’s the Newbie Protection Act?”
“The NPA is… The cakingest bunniest thing around. I refuse to speak of it.”
((…thank you. *loves* And you found my house? Cool; for a second I’d thought you had said I was in Lasley. (Why is everyone in Lasley?) I’m a Baker… along with… a few others.))
I eye Mikazuki, smiling a little, which may or may not come out as creepy. whatever, she’s a ‘phyte, which are fun to mess with. “The NPA is moderately common sensically sized, but Fireh complains a lot. Basically, it says we can’t trap you guys in a basement full of ghosts. I wasn’t there for that one, but the stories I heard…” I gaze off into the distance, a breeze blowing my hair back.
“Er… you can utilise cliches?”
“Oh! What? Yeah, we can. It’s a given around here. But anyway…” I organise my thoughts for a second, then continue. “We can’t prank, fool, troll, pie (aside from customary plus traditional Welcome Pies, which are either confetti or lemon meringue- nothing experimental), lock in places, shrink, hypnotise, traumatise, blaster, shoot at, gut, scalp, experiment on, Photoshop, androidify, tranmorgrify, noodle, throw, play football with, engage in pie wars without consent, or time travel them back to the invasion of Prussia. Generally, we’re not allowed to interact with you guys for two weeks. You’re expected to have the school down by then, so you aren’t as susceptible to pranking, trolling, pieing, locking in placing, shrink, hypnotising-”
“That’s enough. I really don’t need to be reminded,” Fireh mutters sullenly, glaring at me as if she’ll hang me with my own entrails if I continue the list.
…I’ve been watching too many bad action/horror movies.
“Ahem. As I was saying, you should find a friend or two to stick around with and/or use a shield, cause if you don’t use them as a shield they sure as heck will use you. Have fun around here!” I finish with a flourish and confetti.
She blinks, and doesn’t say a word.
Fireh claps.
“Although you are late,” Fireh comments, fishing my schedule out of my bag. “to… what on earth did you spill on here?”
“Tea.”
“Did you write this with a quill??”
“Whatever else would I use?”
She sighs. “You are strange. Class-A strangeeee. But anyway, you don’t take Rebelliousness 101. Are you skipping?”
Smirk. “Just note-taking stuff I already know. I can ask you to steal it for me; isn’t that credit for your class?”
Fireh actually considers it. “… it’s still morally unfibre. But that’s what I live for!” She shouts, punching a fist up into the air.
“You’re strange too, you know,” Mikazuki finally comments, seeming to have processed the information. “Both of you are. You’re both entirely insane.”
“So are you, if you’re coming here!” Fireh chirps.
Suddenly a loud ringing fills the hall, and it’s not end of class. “PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE NEOPHYTE. MISS FIREH HEMLOCK AND ZINC ROVAVIEMI, PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE NEOPHYTE.”
I can hear snickering. My cheeks light up, and Fireh and I shuffle away from the girl, towards the wall. Standard procedure, yo. “Good luck with finding Lasley house!” Fireh calls, as the girl stands and stares more.
“Are you going to run for it?” Fireh mutters, eyes drating to and fro.
“Dunno.”
“Well, I am.” Her eyes light up in mischivey. “Don’t want a bad grade in you.
I shrug, blase. “Mn, I guess I’ll be an accomplice. Haven’t in a while.”
((Making up words is fun.))
“Oh, come on now.” I say, as I walk in on f+h, Zinc, and Mikazuki. “I mean, weren’t you glad that you weren’t pied every day before learning the rules? The NPA is a bit far reaching, I must admit, but it’s not the worst possible. Anyway”, turning to Mikazuki, “I’m Enc. I’m in Lasley house as well. I could show you the common rooms, but I think you would really enjoy the art gallery. Or possibly the studio itself, but it would be a bit mind bending. The gallery is just dimensionally transcendental, but the studio… Well, let’s say that temporal physics are not restraining. Spending an hour on an artwork would probably take a few minutes from anywhere else. Oh, and you certainly wait a while to visit the Library.”
((Just for reference purposes, here’s my schedule;
5:00-7:00 Vaguely wake up, read, sleep, eat
7:00 Free reading (Lasely Library)
7:30 Breakfast
8:00 Cryptography
8:30 French Horn Master Classes
9:30 French
10:00 Visual Art (General)
11:00 Pie Defense
12:00 Math
12:30 Lunch
1:00 World Domination
2:00 Fencing (w/ Mikazuki) ((What weapon?))
3:00 Science
4:00 Free Period
5:00 Visual Art (Digital)
6:00 Dinner
8:00 Visual Art (Traditional)
9:30 Bed
Edited a bit, now I’m busyier! XP))
((The foil, you?))
I give Zinc a funny look. “Zinc, doesn’t Witchneko using my head as a ladder to climb into your dorm room to attack you, followed by the two if you trampling me while you were running around throwing things at each other- about fifteen minutes after I arrived at MA as a Newbie count as traumatizing?” I ask her. She thinks for a moment, then gulps. “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.”
“Also, Enc– You pied me about a million times my second day, I got caught in your pie-throwing portrait trap an hour after I set foot within these halls, and–”
“We get it Fi, but you fitted in so well it was hard to actually tell you were a noob.”
“You obviously aren’t the one who caught me tripping over my shoelaces and throwing up from seasickness at the same time. The ferry trip doesn’t agree with my stomach. Neither do aeroplanes.”
“Okay, firstly,” I remarked, hand on hip and other pointing snarkily at her in an over-exaggerated pose of bratness-ooh, bratwurst!, “You keep sayin’ newbie. Neophyte is encouraged, newbie is tolerated, and n00b is frowned upon. Beevs got yelled at for it about a year and a half before I knew Muse Academy existed. And Fiddler/Cinnamoon, I’ll say both cause I can’t remember which, and it’s amazing since I wasn’t even there, was the one who yelled at him. And secondly, me and whatsername were just having fun and sweeping the cobwebs out of the halls. And it happens biweekly, so get used to it. And she destroyed my skylight so it was quite necessary. By the way,” I said, looking around, “are there any Baker kids around? The awe-some and awe-ful dorms are looking quite… barren… nowadays.”
“Thank you for scolding me but I couldn’t hear a thing you said over the sirens,” Fireh smirked, gesturing at the noise.
“How does one point at air?” Enc commented.
I turned to smile brightly at him. “Hello, fellow class-skipper!”
“I’m not skipping class,” he said blandly. “I have Pie defense right now, and I need to go get in a fight with someone.”
Two grins.
“…that was a dumb thing to say, wasn’t it.” It wasn’t even a question, just a statement of a fact.
“Yup.”
((Shameless plea for active house-buddies… ToT 3 ToT I’m lonely with all you Lasleyans being buddies.
7:00 Wake up
7:30 Breakfast
8:00 AM Free period
8:30 AM Band
9:30 AM Library Volunteering
10:00 AM Visual Art- general
11:00 AM World Domination
12:00 PM Cooking
12:30 PM Lunch
1:00 PM Poetry
1:30 PM Meditation
2:00 PM Fencing
3:00 PM Afternoon break
4:00 PM Woodwind quintet practice
5:00 PM Musical Theatre
6:00 PM Dinner
7:30 PM Creative writing
8:00 PM European History
9:00 PM Drama
9:30 PM Bed
Reposted and edited~ I like my breaks too much. Coordinated with Enc’s too lazy for Mikazuki too.
I am so all y’all upperclassgirl (English has no second-person plural ))
((I’m a Baker.))
(( *joy* *hi-fives* ))
(( ))
“Have a pie for snarkiness, Zinc. And Enc, you get one for being overly amazing.” I throw one of my new Firework Pies at Zinc and a Catnip Pie at Enc and walk off humming the Imperial March under my breath.
“I won’t technically be a neophyte in three days, I’m just new here,” I say (Though no one hears me through the volley of pies that has begun), and walk off, as I assume the NPA prohibits neophytes from throwing pies for the first two weeks as well. Looking at my schedule, I see that I’m already late for English, and set off for the class, giving up attempting to find Lasley house for the time being.
(( My schedule. I’m in Coontz House.
7:00 AM Wake up, read in bed
7:30 AM Breakfast
8:00 AM Cryptography (With Enc)
8:30 AM Archery/ Self Defense
9:30 AM Spanish
10:00 AM Visual Art
11:00 AM Latin
12:00 PM Lunch
12:30 PM Exercise break- long-distance run
1:00 PM Science
1:30 PM Writing
2:00 PM World Domination
3:00 PM Computers
4:00 PM History
5:00-6:00PM Pre-dinner break/ Free Period
6:00 PM Dinner
7:00 PM-9:00 PM Homework
9:00 PM Stargazing (With Mika)
After: Bed
(( I need to make a schedule.
6:00 am Breakfast/ Wake up (in the mornin’ feeling like P. Diddy)
7:00 am Art
8:00 am Pie defense
9:00 am World Domination
10:00 am Art
11:00 am Writing
12:00 pm Lunch
1:00 pm Free Time
2:00 pm Blogging
3:00 pm Archery
4:00 pm Science
5:00 pm Drama
6:00 pm Dinner
7:00 pm Muses 101
7:30 pm HPB Science
8:00 pm Animal Caretaking
9:00 pm Band
9:30 pm Bed
Yes, I must change my profile, ‘cuse I PLEADGED that I would never change my name agian
Name: Pie Girl
Hair: Wavy black with faded purple and blue streaks
Height: 5’1
Age: 11
Personality: You know me.))
“YOU LITTLE-!!” I screech after a humming Fireh (pff, silly girl, you’re not going to rule the universe by yourself), shaking my fist as soot falls off my face, but I let the sentence and my fist drop as my emotional strength peters out and I revert to relative calmness. I wipe my face off with a handkerchief as Enc giggles and sniffs at his arms. What.
I dimly notice that the sirens are still going off but no one seems to care, so I don’t either and walk off, hands in pockets, thinking about going off to the gardens to nap. I’ll miss cooking, but oh well, I can miss. I’m more tired than hungry anyway.
((Name: Zinc Rovaviemi
House: Baker
Hair: short (long in the front but at hairline in the back: it angles [I used to have hair like this]), blond, bit hanging in face
Height: 5’5”
Age: 13/14/15, whichever.
Personality: Mm, sarcastic. Not much emotional strength, but when I use it I get hyper. It swings back and forth, but I’m always relatively cheerful even if it expresses itself it different ways.))
((IT”S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!! And no one told me…… Grrr. There should be alerts telling you whenever there’s a post on your favorite threads))
Ahh… It’s good to be back. I lounged in the Coontz common room. I was flipping through a book, not really reading it. Someone had made a really funny flip animation along the margins. I chuckled and put it aside, deciding to go watch the phytes through a series of secret passages, I had discovered last year. It was really fun as there were various buttons and levers you could push and pull, triggering all sorts of traps. As I enter the passages, I remember. Darn NPA. Cake. I content myself with people watching near a large group of phytes and non – phytes ((?)), wondering if anyone else knew about these passages. I knew them all, and could get anywhere in the large school in a matter of seconds. They were my world, my kingdom. My finger floats over a button, one that sends homing pies flying, guaranteed to hit any one in the vicinity (30 feet). The temptation is too great. I slam the button and run to a better view-point.
*SPLAT!!!!!!!!!!!*
I attempted to contain my laughter as I watched the group wonder where the pies came from.
((Are we re-posting profiles? Okay then…. here we are.
Name: Fireh Hemlock (Usually called Fireh, Fi, or f+h by her friends)
House: Lasley
Height: 5 feet 1 inch
Age: 14
Personality: Very weird, spontaneous, slightly insane, subject to random mood swings occasionally, highly prone to usage of sarcasm, extremely verbose, is a sesquipedalian, loves to read, bursts into song randomly (especially in awkward situations), and highly loyal to those she considers her friends.
Looks: Small build, doesn’t look half as skinny as she actually is, round/oval/circular face with three freckles in a straight line on her right cheekbone, thick eyebrows, dark brown hair about shoulder length in back but chin length in front, dark brown eyes, thick black glasses, usually wears dark clothes but is known to occasionally surprise people by wearing extremely bright colourful clothing that usually clashes and looks horrible (<-I do this, it amuses me immensely. My friends hate it.)))
((Also I don't think I'm posting a schedule right now, let's just assume that I have at least one class with each other person active in the RPG, and I might make a schedule at some point.))
((Is it okay if I say you have art first with me?))
Splatsplatplatsplsplat.
“THIS IS GETTING QUITE RIDICULOUS!” I hollered, turning sharply on my heel and glaring at the group behind me. But no… the pies came from above. Unless these new kids were Mary Sues, it was an outside source.
“Eurgh!” Fireh groaned from a ways down the hall. I couldn’t help but smile because she deserved it. Enc and Mika echoed her complaints.
“WAIT SHUT UP!” another voice called.
“Oh, hey PG-”
“Pie Girl,” Pie Girl corrected him. I’d never really met Pie Girl, but I’d heard her name, so I guess that’s okay. She continued, pointing a finger straight at my face. “I blame you.”
Fireh laughed as I stepped away from the accusing appendage almost arranging my face. “W-what makes you think that??” I inquire.
“You’re the one here who’s been at MA longest,” she shrugged.
“In this hallway.”
“YOU’RE STILL A SUSPECT!”
“No, no!” I plead. “I’ve never been very good at finding cheats and easter eggs so someone else! Like Kai or Adeia or… someone!! Not me!”
((*helpful*))
A pie comes down from the and lands on my head. So they were just lulling me into a false sense of security! I turn on my heel, wiping away the bits of pie crust covering my face, and whip out a pie, which I had ready for a occasion such as this. Walking back to the group, I confront them.
“Who did it?!”
Cake. As soon as I heard Zinc mention my name, I dashed back to my common room, pressing the button again as I went by. I was pretty sure I am the only Coontz here, so they wouldn’t be able to find me for questioning. When the coast was clear, I decided, I will go back and hide out in the tunnels for awhile, to watch the others figure out whodunit.
“Well, it can’t be you, you’re a neophyte-
” Am NOT!”
“- and I didn’t, and neither did Zinc.”
“Of what material is the Earth’s oceanic crust mainly composed of?”
“Basalt.”
“Access Approved.”
I looked up from my reading to see Adeia enter the common room, looking like she’d been in a hurry.
“Pie fights again?” I asked.
“Oh cake! When did you get back? I thought you were out on an astronomy field trip….”
“We got back early. What did I miss?”
I paused, weighing my choices. I decided to risk it. “Follow me.” I retraced my footsteps, and led Kai to the scene of my crime. i gestured for silence and then pointed to a button, one I hadn’t tried yet. She pressed it and a trap door opened. I gasped with horror as my friends dropped to GAPAs know where.
“THAT WASN”T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!!” I yelled, to no one in particular. Note to self: never push random buttons with others at risk.
“Well,” said Kai. “There’s only one thing we can do.”
I nodded, with a grimace. There was only one place below MA. The basement.
I was going down. again. Joy.
I looked down for a second, after hearing a little clink, thinking I dropped a silver dollar. Then I saw darkness. And realized we were in freefall.
” Holy wung buttons!” Zinc said.
” Okay, I know this wasn’t you.” I say to her.
” Did you notice, that most of the people here are Lasleys?” Enc said, thoughtfully and totally off subject.
” Uh.. guys, where the wung buttons are we?” Mika said.
” The basement.” We all proclaimed.
((Name: Mira Epilor
House: Lasley
Height: 4’10 (four feet, ten inches)
Age: 12
Personality: [copied from something else that I needed written like this]
You love to DRAW or ART IN GENERAL, but you are TERRIBLE AT IT and know the fact well. But WRITING can be rather FUN! You enjoy WATCHING PEOPLE PLAY VIDEO GAMES, but when you play games, you prefer them to NOT BE ACTION ONES. Unless they’re TURN-BASED. You also prefer to be RATHER VIOLENT, in an AFFECTIONATE WAY. You have gained a reputation around Muse Academy for previously ACTING in rather UNCHILDISH PLAYS, which MAY HAVE A HAND in it. You are ENERGETIC at times, but SOMETIMES MELANCHOLY, depending on your surroundings. You are also rather LAZY. You have a nasty habit of BURSTING INTO SONG at any moment, and make CONTINUAL REFERENCES to whatever webcomic IS YOUR FAVORITE AT THE TIME.
Looks: Shoulder-length curly/wavy dark brown hair. Hazel eyes, leaning towards green. Pale skin, like she never goes outside unless she has to-which isn’t far from the truth. Weight is about 96 pounds, so she’s sorta skinny. Wears t-shirts and beltless bellbottoms that look like they’ve seen months of wearing, or tennis skorts and long-sleeved loose shirts. Wears either a pair of running shoes, black boondles, or some of those knee-high Converse.))
As I moved around my small area of the basement, with a fairly complex fort built out of boxes behind me, I noticed a sound coming from above. It sounded like…Enc, Zinc, and…two people I couldn’t bring to mind. Actually, make that four people.
Then they plummeted onto an absurdly convenient pile of pillows. “Huh,” I wondered out loud, “didn’t know there was an entrance up there. Where’d you come from?”
I also, conspicuously, made no move to even hint that I knew there was a large and complex mini-castle/fort built entirely out of cardboard boxes behind me. Eh, if they asked, I’d tell them. If they didn’t, their loss!
((for neophytes reference some where in the middle of part 2 on))
“Oh cake, not again! Not again not again not again!” I shouted as we fell. The two previous times I’d ended up in the Muse Academy basements, I’d doubted that I’d ever see daylight again.
((The basements at Muse Academy aren’t nearly as capacious or as exciting as most students seem to imagine.))
((I know those two times were special circumstances, and there normally aren’t dimensional portals or evil conspiracies down there, but I think that’s what Adeia has in mind.))
((usually… Though I wasn’t around for the first time…))
(( and there is always weird stuff in basements… The MA basement is also easy to get lost in….))
((You were there for the dimensional thing, that’s when the Phoenix force touched your mind. And you were there when those guys were catching the mythical creatures and runes were somehow involved, and my cousin’s truth serum and…))
((Oh that time. I wasn’t really involved the second time))
((You didn’t fall – We pushed the pushed the button))
I scowl at Mir, who seems to have forgotten who I am. AGAIN. Considering our first meeting included her using me as a ladder to get inti the Baker dorms, it may have been selective amnesia. “Hey Mir.” I say evilly, and watch her trying to remember me.
I thought I heard some voices below Zinc and I.
“Wait a second!” I said to Zinc as I wiped catnip off myself. “I thought I heard something down there!”
“But we’re on the first floor… Oh cake… that means someone’s in the basement. Well, life will probably get a bit more interesting now.” ZInc said. “Knowing how these adventures go, we’ll probably get sucked down there too.”
“Can we try taking out a few of the floor tiles?” I asked.
“Actually, that would work pretty well.” Zinc said. “I have a hammer in my room when my canvas doesn’t cooperate.”
I refrained from commenting, although I had a sledgehammer for exactly the same purpose in my room.
“Go get it! I’ll find some rope to try and get them…” I suggested, hoping I could be helpful.
Zinc ran off, and I ran off in the other direction, although we had nearby destinations.
((Actually… you guys are already in the basement.))
((No. Read post 33. Mira heard us above her. I wasn’t with you, Jen walked away from Zinc and I.))
((She heard you guys above her, then you fell down into the basement. Read it again. Also, I hadn’t gotten that far, plus had doubled back around to see who was throwing the pies when Adeia chose to wreak her button-pushing havoc.))
((*duh*))
((*smirk*))
((Mr. Lao, the janitor, is working in the basement just now. If you go down there, you’ll probably run into him. He’s quiet but very nice and would be useful in case of an adventure.))
I laugh nervously, slowly backing away towards my elaborate box castle-I remember that incident quite well. “Uh…hey, Fireh! How’s life? How’d you get down here?”
I glare at her. “Like you don’t know. I fell through the floor. It was either your fault or Adeia’s, you’re the only ones who pull crazy stunts like that. My bet’s on you though, since you were already here–By the way, what the caking wung buttons is the fort for?”
Mira raises her hands defensively. “Hey, it wasn’t me. I was just down here peacefully building cardboard forts when you guys fell out if the sky-”
“Ceiling. If you must. Or perhaps floor?” I suggest. “Okay, so it’s Adeia then, if you’re not lying. I said IF.” I add as she starts to look relieved.
“Is this still you being grumpy about the NPA? Because if it is-” I cut her off.
“What do you think? You know what our first meeting was like, I think that broke half the rules and barely skirted the edges of the rest.” I say sarcastically.
((So… what am I doing? *BSs something up*))
“I am so sick of basements,” I comment as I wipe catnip off of Enc’s face with a handkerchief, embroidered by yours truly. “Can’t we like, have an adventure on a floating something? It’s always underground, foo.”
Enc sneezes.
I raced to the hole, with Kai in tow.
“How the cake are we going to get down?” I ask.
“I don’t know, maybe that handy dandy ladder over there?”
“Oh. right.”
I move to the ladder and start to climb down the long descent into the darkness with Kai above me. We get about half way when
SNAP.
“Oh Cake.” I mutter, knowing perfectly well what comes after a snap like that.
CRACK!
The ladder breaks away from the wall and shatters, leaving Kai and me free falling. We land in the middle of a box fort. As I get up I noticed my rather irritated friends have already encircled me.
Cake.
Scrambling up from the pillows, I look around. A girl with reddish-brown hair is standing next to a box fort. I can’t actually see too well, because the light is dim.
Fireh and the girl begin to argue, while Enc stares off into the distance and sneezes, and Zinc wipes off catnip.
With a whistling sound, two other musers join us, landing in the middle of the fort. Fireh, the-girl-who’s-name-I-don’t-know, Enc, and Zinc start to glare at them.
“Nice fort,” I remark cheerfully.
“Why did you fall into our fort!” I snap irritably, as it seems I am PMSing and therefore cannot control my moods. Grrrr.
“We didn’t mean to,” Adeia mutters.
“And YOU!” Fireh rounds on Adeia and Kai takes the oppurtunity to hide behind Mika, who looks suprised but seems to take it well. “You threw those pies at us!”
((LOL! PMSing?? XD nice touch.))
((Thank you!))
“My fort!” I snap back at Zinc. “I spent like three days building that thing, you-you-” and I’m lost for words, letting out one of those classic broken giggle-sobs.
“…Let’s go on a basement adventure?” I whisper hopefully, edging away from Fireh as fast as I can.
Fireh turns on me. “And YOU! You threw those pies at us!”
“Not me directly,” I explain. “Don’t tell me you’ve never found random buttons to push at MA? There are all sorts of buttons hidden in MA that trigger pie chaos.”
Everyone starts talking at once, blaming me for everything, every stray pie that has hit them. Ignoring their babbling, I sense something behind me. I turn, slowly.
Two glowing eyes stare right at me from the darkness. Everyone goes quiet, trying to figure out what I’m looking at. The eyes disappear before anyone else sees them.
Before anyone says anything, I’m off, without a word, running after the eyes, leaving everyone speechless and confused.
((Hello? Anyone?!))
Adeia races off into the darkness, presumably after something; what, I couldn’t tell you. I look after her, trying to see…
The noise the others are making seeps in.
“Whaa…?”
“Did she see something?”
“AFTER HER!!!”
*growling*
*pathetic sniff*
I stare off into the distance, sneezing. F+H’s catnip must be fairly strong, because I don’t usually sneeze.
“Guys?” I say “And girls,” after a few glares, “I think that we should try and find someone to help us out here. I know Coontz said, after we escaped our previous adventure in the basement, that Mr. Lao worked down here. Perhaps he could help?”
“That would be good.” F+H said. “How many of us are there down here?”
“I don’t know…” Zinc said, slightly annoyed, “But there are too many to be realistic. Hey, I thought I saw Adeia earlier. Where is she?”
“I’m here.” I raise my hand.
I dash after the eyes, hearing the faint grumbling of stone on stone behind me. I turn, to find that a wall has come up behind me. I turn again and I find I am closed in on all sides. I was suddenly and inexplicably filled wiu despair. I curled up in the middle of the floor and cried. If asked, I wouldn’t be able to explain my emotions, I just felt empty inside like I had lost someone precious… I stayed this way for a long long while, as I drifted into unconsciousnessā¦
I awoke in a dark room. I saw the eyes again in front of me. I lunged, but I was pulled back by some sort of restraint. A light flickered on, revealing the outline of a figure in front of me. It spoke.
“Hello, my precious Phoenix. We meet at last.”
((Adeia…? We decided to be a bit more realistic this time around, so… um.))
((right…….. sorry…… I’ll make it work….. ))
((Got it! *evil genius cackle*))
I was bursting with questions as soon as I found the nerve to speak. “What? Phoenix? Who are you talking about? I’m not the Phoenix, I mean, I was, but not anymore. Why do you need me? Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here? Why are you hiding in the darkness? Why-”
“SILENCE!” the shadowed figure yelled. “I am Voltar, King of Darkness! I am here to take your powers so I can rule the world!”
“Well somebody obviously didn’t think that well through. I told you, I lost my powers, dummy,” I shut my mouth before I could continue, horrified at the sass that was coming out of my mouth. These were not my normal logical, and diplomatic thoughts coming out of my mouth.
“Oh is that so, deary,” Voltar said, dripping with sarcasm. “Well then look here,” at this a bony white hand stuck out from the darkness, holding a chain connected to a large, spinning medallion. I was entranced by it. “Look deep into it,” he continued, “When it stops you shall fall asleep. Deep asleep. When you awake, you shall remember nothing of your former life.You will not be able to talk at all when you wake. All you shall know is that your quest is to find the Phoenix Force, and become it’s keeper once more, whatever the cost . Once complete, you shall report to me, your master, so I may use you to rule the world. Any last words, Adeia?” he said with an evil cackle. I attempted to speak but found my mouth bound “No?” he cackled. “Well then, 3. 2. 1. Good night, Adeia.”
I struggled against the desire to obey. I attempted to scream, but no sound came out. It was like a nightmare, I couldn’t do anything. I fought as long as I could, but I found my consciousness blurring; my eyelids dropping. I surrendered to sleep…..
(( I doubt that’s any better as far as realism, but I have nothing else. We can make it so there is no Phoenix force, or something else. I really have no idea what else to do. There is always some element of fantasy in whatever I write, I can’t help it. But hey – when was MA ever completely realistic?))
((Well, in the mainstream world of MA, there *is* no Phoenix Force, we only came into contact with it because our world was merging with the Marvel Universe. Once we fixed things and the portals were sealed, the Phoenix went back to its home universe, but you still had minor mind-reading abilities because it had touched your mind. Or at least that’s as far as I understand it.))
((Hello?))
((I’m not sure how exactly to rejoin, sorry. I’ve been meaning to, but it’s been a while since I last posted here.))
((REVIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
((If you could give a plot synapsis, I would join (have never done this thread before)))
((Please? Plot synopsis, someone? I really don’t know what’s going on but I REALLY WANT TO JOIN so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE!!!!! Okay, I don’t know what the plotline is but I’m joining anyway.))
I crept through the halls, blending in with the shadows. There was nothing to be afraid of, I told myself, but something told me I was wrong. After all, I wasn’t supposed to be here: I wasn’t even supposed to be alive. Suddenly a noise made me jump. My ears had been trained to hear that sound. It meant many things, but through the haze of confusion that was my mind only one was relevant: certain doom.
“I’m here, too. Let’s just figure out how to get out of here soon.” I say jokingly. Everyone glares at me. “Just kidding. How about… Let’s go kill the bunnies?”
“That’s better, grasshopper.” Enc says between sneezes. I scowl.
“Stop… Calling…. Me… GRASSHOPPER!” I scream irritably. Everyone blinks at me as Enc sneezes again. “Ooh, catnip.” Somebody says into the awkward silence. I facepalm. “What.”
((OK, i’m going to post a bio and a schedule now-though in the middle of the basement I don’t think I’ll need a schedule
House: Lasley
8:00 Wake up, breakfast
9:00 Science of the HPBs
10:00 Latin
11:00 Geometry
12:00 Lunch
1:00 World Domination
2:00 Fencing-I use sabre mostly
3:00 science
4:00 Technology
5:00 Programming
6:00 Dinner
7:00 Pie throwing
Coordinated with Mikazi and Enc, and few of my own inventions thrown in
Name: Koko A
Bio: Came from a rural town in US. I enjoy chess, pie throwing, computers, pie throwing, various sports, and pie throwing.
Appearance: Moderate height, brown hair and slim build))
((Plot synopsis…hmm… Well, I just joined this, but basically it’s about students at Muse Academy (the perfect school for musers, where you can take everything from pie kwon do to world domination.) So, everyone basically goes on adventures (often involving the basement). It’s role-playing about MA, basically. Oh yes, there are four houses a student can be in, Lasley, Spector, Baker, and Coontz. Sorry if I’m stating what you already know a few times. Where we are now- we just fell through a trapdoor into the basement after having Adeia and Kai push a few random buttons and then falling in after us. https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1026
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1309
There is a quiz at one of those, and both are MA planning threads. ))
((I think that sums it up well…))
Okay. I am Agent Lightning. I am living in secret. I am sneaking around the basements of MA when the everyone falls through the trapdoor. I follow from a distance.
Interests: Reading, writing, building, destroying, art, and music. Since I am not a student here I do not have a house. History: Unknown. I have been living in the basement for as long as I can remember.
((You must learn the art of the double perenthesi, young pieling. Oo, I like that word that I just thought of… anyways put a (( before and a )) after everything you say that is not directly part of the story. End of lesson. Class dismissed. now revive this thread!!))
((Sorry.))
((Ok, here’s how I’m going to fit myself into the storyline))
While skulking around the hallways trying to avoid geometry, I stumbled upon an old looking door. Being the adventurous stupid person that I am, I impulsively decided to open it. Looking into the darkness, I pull out the multi-purpose pocketknife that I always carry around with me, against school rules of course. Flipping on the mini LED light, I look around through the darkness of the basement.
“Cake,” I say surprisedly, “This place has really not been cleaned in a while”
I step down the stairs into the basement. After walking around for a while, I think I see something out the corner of my eye. Again, curiosity overtakes me and I follow it, until it disapears right out of my view like magic. I walk to the spot where it disapeared.
“CAAAAAAAAKE” I start yelling as I fall through the trapdoor. I land in the middle of a fort that looks moderately destroyed by now. A few people stand there, looking shocked, as if I had just fallen from the sky.
“Hi” I tell the closest one, shining my flashlight around. “My name’s Koko. What’s yours?”
Mikazuki quickly recovers herself and names everyone and explains there situation. I think it sounds like a fine adventure, so I decide to join them.
I follow the group from a distance, silently sliding through the shadows. Getting within earshot, I listen in on their conversation. They must have come from the school.
There’s a school upstairs? How do I know that? I’ve never had any contact from the outside world. But then again, how am I to know about the world outside?
Wishing I knew more about my past, and with a nagging feeling in my brain, I walk stealthily behind them.
A mouse runs across my path. Having lived in a basement all my life, I know I shouldn’t be scared of them, but there’s just something about those eyes…
“AAAAHHH!!” I scream.
Everyone freezes. “Don’t move.” says one of them. “We have you surrounded.”
“We aren’t surrounding them, Mikazuki.” whispers another one.
“I know,” Mikazuki whispers back.
“They probably heard that.”
“Oh, cake.”
What is cake, anyway?
A light flashes in my eyes. A light! After all these years in darkness, a light! The only problem is, it’s blinding me. “Hey,” I say nervously, “could you turn that down?”
The glare points away from me. “Who are you?” the one called Mikazuki says.
“I don’t know.” I reply.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“Koko A is right. Could you maybe skip the philosophical junk?”
“It’s not philosophy. It’s the truth.”
(( If Agent Lightning would like to run away from the group as Adeia did, Adeia, who occasionally enjoys talking in third person, would very much appreciate a companion with knowledge of the basement to join her in her brainwashed state. Adeia also believes that her posts shall be in third person untill she is is in full control of herself.))
Adeia, if she could still be called that, stirred from a deep slumber. It felt as if she had just had a very intricate dream, that was now running away from her. She tried in vain to recall it, but it was too late. She knew not who she was, nor where she was. She knew she was looking for something, but she couldn’t remeber what. It was as if she was a small child, alone in a store. Alone. All alone. “Who am I?” she asked aloud.
“Not Adeia,” a echo answered.
“What am I looking for?” asked not-Adeia.
“You know,” answered the voice
“What do you mean you don’t know who you are?” I ask AL suspiciously. “Do you have amnesia? Short term memory loss? Long term memory loss? Alzheimers? Dementia? Insanity? Hard hit to the hea-?”
“I think we get it.” says Mikazuki, interrupting me. “Now let’s give her a chance to speak”
AL paused, as if deciding what her options were. Her eyes flicked around like a cornered rabbit, not used to being surrounded by so many humans.
((AL is joining Adeia in switching to third person as she is in her brainwashed state. Note: AL does not know her name yet, being brainwashed, and thus does not have her name mentioned,))
“I don’t know,” she replied nervously. “The only thing I can remember is being here in the basement. I know there must have been something before that, but-” here she shrugged hopelessly- “it’s all gone.”
The MA students whispered amongst themselves.
“She seems innocent enough.”
“Do you think she’s telling the truth?”
Finally, the turned to face her again.
“You can join us,” said Mikazuki, “if you want.”
“Where exactly are you going?” the nameless girl asked nervously, also unsure of whether or not to trust these new companions.
The one whose name hadn’t been mentioned yet spoke up. “We fell through a-”
Suddenly a noise made the girl jump. Something was coming, and something in her buried memory gave a start of recognition.
The-
But she couldn’t remember the name. The girl dissapeared into the depths of the basement, leaving the group of adventurers to deal with the oncoming disaster.
The girl didn’t stop running until she reached a locked door. From behind it she heard a whispered voice: “Who am I?”
“Not Adeia.”
“What am I looking for?”
“You know.”
I threw up my arms. “Where did Adeia go, anyway?”
Fireh shrugged. “Enc, didn’t you say something about Mr. Lao? We should try and find him.”
“I have a flashlight,” Kai volunteered.
Witchy glared at her. “You RUINED my FORT.”
“You’re still not over that? Anyway, it wasn’t just me…”
Koko A grinned sheepishly. “Sorry…in my defense, it was mostly destroyed by the time I fell on it.”
“You both- and Adeia- will be paying. MARK MY WORDS.”
“Okay, but can you kill us *after* we find Mr. Lao?” I asked. “Because if we don’t find him, we’ll just get lost wandering around and never find Adeia. And then you won’t be able to punish her.” I turned on my flashlight and shone the beam over the area around us.
((If you find Mr. Lao, maybe Piggy or POSOC would care to play him?
If you don’t find him, never mind. He has plenty to do at Antediluvian Academy, the school for demigods. I just thought he might be useful here.))
“Mr. Lao…” I say, thinking out loud. “Well, if he cleans the basements, being the janitor, I would say that our best bet would be to just find some dirty areas that haven’t been cleaned in a while and go there to hope he will show up to clean eventually.”
“Well,” says Kaiyves, “That sounds good, except we are in a dark and stinky basement. There must be hundreds of dirty places all around us, and we don’t have any food. What are the chances we would pick a place that he would clean in a day or two?”
“I have an idea” Mikazuki said suddenly. “If we could find a clean area, we could follow the trail of clean areas until we reach the place that he is currently cleaning. Eventually we would have to catch up with him!”
((“Dark and stinky”?! For the record, that description, like everything else RPGers have written about Muse Academy basements on MA-RPG threads, is completely apocryphal and non-canonical. Our basements are clean, dry, nice, attractively illuminated, and relatively small. But don’t let that interfere with your adventure.))
((Janitor-finding as logic problem.))
((I know. That was pretty much my train of thought as I was thinking about how to find the janitor, so I just decided to transcribe my train of thought into words ))
((Did something happen to my post? It doesn’t even say your musing is awaiting moderation. It’s not even there. Did it get blipped?))
((The spam filter caught it. I’m not sure why.))
She stood outside the door. A minute later, it burst open, and out came Not-Adeia.
“Um, excuse me, but-”
“No time,” Not-Adeia said. “I’ve got to find-” she hesitated- “something.”
She rushed past, but stopped when she saw the girl’s face. She gasped. “You’re not-”
“I don’t know who I am.”
“Neither do I. But I know who you are. Come with me.”
“Well,” I said thoughtfully, responding to Mikazuki, “He might not clean just by going up and down the rooms in a straight line. He could do it by some other method. However, he’ll probably have some kind of pattern, so we’ll just have to figure it out”
Without another word, I shined my light ahead of us and we started walking around, not in any order, just randomly hopping from room to room, hoping to find any recently cleaned area.
The two continued into the basement. Not-Adeia opened a small door, and they walked into a cramped tunnell.
“Where are we going?”
“To the-” she paused. “Somewhere.”
I set off with the others, shining my light as we walked through the storerooms. My flashlight’s beam fell on a stack of wooden crates. The top one was labeled “Planispheres”, the middle “Tesla Coils”, and the third “Geological Samples- Tambora”.
“If there are different storerooms for each house, I’m guessing this is Coontz.” I muttered.
While walking through the various rooms and hallways of the basements, many strange things caught my eye. It looked like one of the robotic HPBs used to teach Science of the HPBs had gotten loose, and it was now messing up the Coontz storehouses. I quickly ran up to it, stepped on its tail and deftly flicked the off switch. It went limp, and I chucked it back into a bin.
“Those things really creep me out” I said eerily, “They remind me of things that should not be remembered”
We continued walking through the basement, when we converged onto a dead end. No more doors led anywhere, and the only thing on the wall was the symbol of the academy, a pie with the names of each of the houses surrounding it.
“Hold on,” Mikazuki said, “Lasley doesn’t have two s’s!”
He brushed his again across the extra S, and suddenly, without a sound, it fell loose, clattering onto the floor.
“And the pi symbol on the pie is not a tau symbol, it’s a pi symbol,” I said, picking up the S on the ground. I quickly straightened it out, and it molded into the shape much more easily than regular stone. I pressed it into the missing spot on the &pi
Suddenly, a stone slab right below the symbol fell out of the wall, revealing a small set of stairs.
“The plot thickens” I mutter under my breath, then unhesitantly plunge down the stairs
The door opened and they filed into a small hallway, dark and damp. As they went through the corridor, a smell assaulted her nose. It reeked of death and mildew.
“I know who I am,” whispered Not-Adeia, “I just forget.”
“I know who I am,” said the nameless girl, “I can’t remember…”
A voice boomed from the shadows. “You have failed.”
“But-” stammered Not-Adeia.
“Nothing. You know what you were to do. Why do you dare come here now?”
“I…” She gestured lamely toward the girl. “This one… she…”
The voice paused.
“What the–”
“Will someone please tell me what is going on here?” complained the girl with no name. “I know you… but who are you?”
What am I doing? thought Not-Adeia. I am supposed to be looking for something, aren’t I? Yet I don’t know my own name. Nor do I know this girl beside me. Why did I come here? Who is this person I am talking to? Who am I? I think… I remember…. I…. Am…..
“Slience!” th voice shouted, interrupting Not-Adeia’s break through. “Girls! Listen to my voice and watch this clock. You will fall asleep. After you wake, I will be gone, You will exit this room, to find yourself in a circular room, with 2 doors and continue your quest from there. Only when you have found the phoenix force, will you find me. 3. 2. 1. Sleep well!”
“No, wait!” I shout, as Koko’s Apprentice runs off down the stairs. Seeing as my warning isn’t needed, the rest of us follow, my flashlight beam swinging wildly. I ask myself how it is that I always end up running after people down dark hallways.
((Ok, the way I see it now, there are two seperate plotlines-The not-Adeia phoenix force, and the trying to find Mr. Lao one. That wouldn’t be a bad thing, except there are only two people posting within each of those plotlines (Kai and me for Mr. Lao, and AL and Adeia for pheonix force. The last time Mikazuki posted was Feb 4) Two people posting on each plotline can get a little problematic, so can we please find a way to merge the two?))
((KA- I’m posting. Sorry.))
I follow Kai and Koko A down the stairs. Zinc grumbles about the basement, but she follows, too. The stairs are grimy, slightly wet, and very steep. Finally, we reach the bottom. We’re in a long, dark hallway. Thief hums absentmindedly and glares at Kai. Kai edges away from her and points the flashlight down the hall.
“Where do you think Koko A’s gone?”
Enc sneezes again. “What about the bunnies?”
((sorry I’ll try to figure something out…. Would you be so kind as to stumble into the circular room soon? Stop upon entering and I think I can take it from there))
((Perhaps the janitor was captured by someone involving the Pheonix Force? Because he had found and read some top-secret document which was so secret that he could never again go into the outside holding that information??))
((Maybe you’d better save Mr. Lao in case you need a deus ex machina. He’s no ordinary janitor, and the Phoenix Force wouldn’t bother him for long.))
“Please don’t mention bunnies.”
I roll my eyes at Enc. “I was joking about the bunnies, Enc.” I look down the hallway, both ways, then dart forwards and tug open a red door.
“Why that one?” Mika asks. I grin. “One thing you learn when you’re around me is-” Zinc huffs and rolls her eyes, then chimes in sarcastically. “-never doubt the spontaneous wisdom of the Fireh. Unless it has anything to do with explosives.”
“Hey! You weren’t even there that one time, and it was Enc’s idea originally!” I protest, momentarily distracted. Enc sneezes.
“…right. Anyway, what’s in here- ADEIA!” Kai peers past me into the room that I had randomly chosen.
“Oh look, I chose the right door!” I say brightly. Zinc punches me in the arm as she walks past. “Don’t push your luck, missy.”
((Great! Thanks for coming back))
I hear a shout of Adeia! and hurry to the source of the shout. There, I find everyone in a circular room, looking down at the sleeping Adeia.
“Who are they?” I ask confusedly, never having met her before, “and why are they on the ground?”
Kai responded quickly “That one is Adeia, and that one is… Well you met her. We don’t know,” she said, pointing at each one.
((Sorry for any grammatical or otherwise errors. I’m posting from my iPod now.))
The girl woke up and looked around.
“I met you…” she said sleepily, “somewhere else, didn’t I?”
Slowly, she got to her feet. A minute later, Adeia followed.
“Adeia!” exclaimed Kai.
“Is that who I am?” asked Adeia. “That was the name of…” She frowned.
((SFTDP, had to leave.))
“But that’s you!” exclaimed Mikazuki. “You know that, right?”
“Adeia? Are you okay?” I flash back to what happened in the dungeons and in Wonderland.
“Is that who she is?” the nameless girl asked. “Do you guys know her? What’s going on?”
” What on….. wherever I am…. Is going on?! Who are you people?! Get away from me! Don’t touch me!! Why do you call me Adeia. The one thing I do know is that my name is not Adeia. I don’t know any of you people, so how would you know me?!” Not Adeia, as she was convinced she was, shrieked, pushing away the group. They gave her space, forming a circle. A circle of people, a circle of people. There was a faint spark in her mind of Before. She was in trouble then, was she not? No it couldn’t be. Her brain clouded back over.
“Adeia?” The girl without a name gently touched her on the shoulder.
“I told you! That’s NOT MY NAME!!”
“I think it is. I think we’re missing something here, and these people know who we are. Or were.”
“We still don’t know who you are.” said Enc, pointing to the nameless girl.
Adeia-or Not-Adeia-kept going.”I don’t know who you are! You don’t know who I am! I am certainly NOT Adeia!”
“At least you know who you’re not,” pointed out the girl who didn’t have a name.
Adeia ignored her.
“Um,” interrupted Koko A, “I think we have a problem here.”
((I don’t know if you had an idea for the problem that you talked about, or whether you were just referencing the not-adeia problem, but I’m going with it))
I point at the problem calmly, and it happens to be a trickle of water running out of a crack in the wall.
“That probably means a broken pipe,” I say, thinking out loud, “which would be caused by an increase in water pressure or decay, either of which would further weaken the pipe with pressure, so chances are another…”
CRACK!
A resonous sound fills the room and water starts gushing out of a hole in the wall about the size of a basketball.
“We have to go!” Kai shouts over the noise. “We’ll explain later, just come on!”
Not-Adeia and AL slowly got up off the floor as the water started reaching their ankles, as if debating whether they should. Soon though, they stood, as everyone coaxed them with more and more urgency.
“Okay.” I said. “So, she believes that she is not Adeia.”
“I know I’m not Adeia” The girl said.
“But she looks exactly like Adeia, so we can draw up a few possibilities. One, she is a clone of Adeia. Unlikely, because she knows who Adeia is and that she isn’t her. Two, she is Adeia-”
“I’m not Adeia! That’s not my name!” The girl said.
“-But her memory has been repressed, rendering her, in effect, not Adeia. It doesn’t really matter if it’s the same physical body, all that matters is her mind. Is she trustworthy? What does she remember, if anything?”
Several students nodded in approval, while others looked like I had broke their brains.
“We know she remembers English. Why are you here in this basement?” I asked.
“Weeeell, she could also be a clone of Adeia who has been told marginal information about who she is/is not, and is aware that she is a clone.” I point out, turning back to Adeia/Not Adeia.
“Are you a clone of Adeia? What do you know/not know? Are you a sentient being or a mechanical personalized robot programmer only to refuse/deny/repress all claims that you are Adeia, since that’s pretty much all you’ve done?”
I notice some of the others blinking as they notice that for certain words I’m saying more than one word at once, and smirk. Life’s been so much fun since I discovered how to manipulate my vocal chords and say multiple things at once…
((If the last part is too weird/unrealistic, ignore it, I just thought it might be an interesting/amusing character quirk.))
“Um, Not-Adeia, do you remember how you got here?” I ask in a soft voice, offering my hand. “Guys, hold off on the rapid-fire questioning, you’re scaring her.” I say in a rather more firm tone, facing the others.
((Wow. Lots of posts happening all at once all over the place. If you want you can ignore my post (91). I posted, then everyone else did, and I guess mine is the only one that doesn’t fit in with the plotline.))
The girl whose name nobody knew was looking off into the distance thoughtfully. Suddenly she spoke up. “Call me AL.” She said it quickly, as if she needed to say it before she forgot it again.
Excited whispers broke out from the group.
“Do you remember any more?”
“Does that stand for something?”
AL looked around. “Sorry.” she apologized. “That’s all I know.”
“Do you know what it stands for?”
“I knew… but now I forget.”
“So you were brainwashed?” asked Koko A. “Or hypnotized, or had your memory removed? Or did you get amneisa? You have memories, they’re just buried.”
“Is it the same way with Adeia?” inquired Kai.
“I don’t remember,” said AL, “But I think it is. And I also know we’re looking for something.”
((Anyone? Hello?))
((Sorry. I was kind of busy. Even now i’m typing hurriedly from my iPod.))
“Great. Now we have two amnesiacs and we’re stuck in basement” Kai says. “I don’t things could get any wor-”
“NO!” I say, “Don’t jinx I-”
A small cloud of gas starts pouring in from outside.
“Great. You jinxed it” I say, annoyed.
“AL! My dad’s AL! But.. You’re not that AL. I hope.” I sigh. “That was completely useless. Oh well.”
((My dad=AlpacaLips=AL. XD))
“Cover your face and hold your breath!” I shout, and do both while running away from the gas. The others follow.
I can only roll my eyes and follow everyone else around, zoning out in the process. Wait, gas? And Adeia? Meh, I don’t care about Adeia much anyway, but gas? That’s so cliche.
“Haven’t we dealt with this before?” I wonder, standing at the back of the group. “Hmmm…amnesia gas, tear gas, laughing gas, or something else? Maybe I should check…”
“No time!” somebody choked out from amidst the gas. “Come on, let’s get out of here!”
But the door was only full of more gas.
“Come on!” urged AL. “This way!”
Everyone turned to look at her, coughing and choking. There was a trapdoor in the floor.
‘Where did that come from?” wondered Enc.
“I don’t know,” replied Kai, “but I think we should be safe down there.”
Koko A made a startling discovery.”It’s locked.”
AL looked over at them, and then down at the floor.
“Pheonix Force,” she muttered. “Rutabaga.”
Everyone watched in amazement as the door sprang open.
“I really don’t think we should-” said Adeia, but it was too late. Everyone clambered through, down into parts of the basement previously unknown.
Not-Adeia was confused, her mind muddled as she followed the other people down through the trap door. She was the last one through and the door slammed behind her.
Everyone had gathered around the base of the ladder, waiting for Not-Adeia and her companion, AL she said to call her, to descend. As soon as their feet touched the ground, a barrage of questions exploded. “Who are you, if your not Adeia?” “How did you get here?” “Do you remember anything?”
With each question, the circle seemed to constrict, closer and closer. Not – Adeia backed up with every step they took forward. She found herself trapped in a corner, questions still flying. She fell and curled up hoping that they – whoever they were – would just go away, just stop.
((SFTDP))
“I don’t know! I don’t know!” she whimpered through tears. “I don’t know who Adeia is, I just know I’m not her! I know two things in this world. 1. I’m not Adeia. 2.I’m looking for something, I just don’t know what. That’s all I know!!! Just leave me alone!! Please!! Stop it!!!!”
We all looked at the curled up not-Adeia on the ground.
“Ok, maybe we should wait until we’re out of the third level of the basement before trying to find out what the heck is happening with her.” Kai said, looking around
The trapdoor led into a a hallway well lit with torches about every three feet across. However, instead of regular torches, each was a metal pheonix “breathing” fire from its mouth. A well decorated banner displaying a firey pheonix was displayed every once in a while.
“Uh, guys, you got to love the beautiful scenery, but the smoke is still coming, and we got have to go!” I say urgently, beckoning at the growing cloud of smoke.
I whined. “But guys, I reeeeeally want to test out the gas! I’m having a bad day, and there’s no way this can make this worse!”
“How can it not get worse?”
“…If one of us turned into a My Little Pony?”
“What?!”
“Relax! I’m talking about the new version!”
“Why do you even know My Little Pony?”
“WHY DO YOU CARE?”
And with that, I faced them and clung to the ladder for dear life, grumbling something along the lines of “but it’d be really cool if one of us turned into a My Little Pony,” for reasons yet unknown.
“NOOOO!” I almost start crying in frustration, “TOL, you jinxed it AGAIN. Why does everyone always have to say that? Why? Does it ever do anything good. No. So why? WHY?”
Everybody seemed to be freaking out and screaming at each other as we looked around the hallway lit with torches. Not-Adeia was whimpering through tears, and KA seemed almost hysterical with frustration. This wasn’t good. I needed quiet, I needed time to think, I needed some kind of reassurance.
I don’t like being underground. I never have. I like being on the warm green skin of the Earth, breathing fresh air, and seeing the sky above me. Twice, I’d cheated death in the tunnels and caves under MA, and each time I’d sworn I was never going to come back.
But here I was again, who knows how many feet below the surface, with strange gas spreading nearby. We were probably so deep down that even Mr. Lao would never find us.
“Everybody! Everybody just… just chill! We can yell at each other after we get somewhere safe!” I suddenly shout, not knowing where on Earth the confidence in my voice comes.
“Koko, I want an adventure for once! When was the last time we had anything where we feared for our lives?”
“You’re going to jinx it! And why do you like fearing for your life?”
“Uh, ’cause it’s exciting?”
I cling to the ladder and mutter a single phrase over and over, grinning brightly. “It’s gonna do something cool,” that’s the phrase in question. “Lighten up, Kaiiiii! God, it’s not like we’re gonna get turned into anything or hurt or poisoned or anything! And if we did, that’d be exciting~”
In other words, I may now be clinically insane. But hey – I love adventure so.
Freaking.
Much.
Not – Adeia felt a tingling. she wiped away her tears and stood up, silently. She knew whatever she was looking for was nearby… Whatever it was, it was pulling her closer. Maybe it could answer her questions. She snuck away from the group quietly. following the tug, not caring if the others followed her….
Still annoyed at TOL, I was glaring at her when a movement catches my eye. Looking closer, I see not-adeia slowly inching away, staring intently down the hallway.
I motion to the rest of the group, and we all watch in fascination as not-Adeia walks down the well-lit hallway.
“Maybe this will answer our questions” TOL whispers, “And in any case, it’ll be a good adventure! Let’s follow her!”
I sigh and follow the rest of the group after Adeia. Almost at once she looks back to see that we are following her, but she keeps on, seemingly not caring that she was being pursued.
AL felt something, too. She knew that she had to find the… Pheonix Force? The thought had popped into her head, through some sort of mental crevice. She dug deeper with her mind, and found more memories there, indistinct and unimportant. AL pushed the thought away and plunged through the hallway, which grew darker and more ominous with each step she took. The rest of the group followed.
She had to find the Pheonix Force- What was the Pheonix Force?- and save Adeia. She had to stop Adeia from finding the Pheonix Force. What was the Pheonix Force?
As she ran down the tunnell, she found more memories of… somebody. Somebody who radiated evilness. Somebody whom she had met before…
The tunnell grew narrower, and something beckoned her.
Don’t resist the call…
Don’t resist the call…
That was how she knew to resist the call. The voices in her head were the ones who had stolen her memories. The voices had stolen her memories.
The voices told her to…
Stop it, AL told herself. You sound crazy.
The man was the voices….
The evil one….
He was using her to find the Pheonix Force…
She saw Adeia in the distance…
Adeia needed to be warned, saved, or she would be destroyed….
Suddenly, the voices in her head stopped.
YES! I AM AL! WHICH STANDS FOR AGENT….
The voices returned, louder than ever. AL slowed.
No..
YES!
She had stopped running and stood still, standing in the darkness clutching her head.
Suddenly, a voice in her head spoke up, and it didn’t belong to the evilness. It belonged to her.
GET OUT OF MY MIND.
NO.
YOU MUST.
NO. YOU WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE TOLD.
No…
IF YOU RESIST, ADEIA WILL BE DESTROYED.
She internally struggled. Faintly, she heard the voices of the concerned MAers.
“AL, are you all right?”
“I think it’s the brainwashing.”
Then:
“Where’s Adeia?”
“I don’t know. Has she gone ahead?”
AL, using the last of her strength, said:
“Go. Save Adeia.”
Then her mind was consumed by shadows and evil, and she sank to the ground.
((SFTDP: Just to clarify, my character’s NOT DEAD.))
The closer Not-Adeia got to the force that was pulling her nearer, the more she remembered. She was looking for the Phoenix Force, the power of which she had once hosted. An evil man, who’s name she forgot, wanted to take that power from her. She couldn’t let that happen. But who was she? Not – Adeia was no longer sure that she wasn’t Adeia. Who was Adeia anyway, this person she denied she was? The girl had many questions on her mind, and no sense of self, ((not yet,)) as she entered a bright doorway, that sealed behind her.
“Bloody hell,” I sputtered, watching Not-Adeia do something drastically stupid.
“Since when are you British?”
“It’s a phrase, okay? ADVENTURE TIME!”
Before anyone can even comment, I kick the door as hard as I can…and when that doesn’t work, I pick up a rock and throw it at the door. Yeah, definitely insane.
Just as AL drops to the ground, Kai drops down beside her to check her pulse.
“She’s OK” Kai says, “But she’s deeply unconscious. We’ll have to carry her.”
TOL quickly fashions a stretcher out of a sheet she pulls out of her pack, and she and I pick up AL to carry as we follow Adeia, as ALs wish, along with morbid curiosity. We turn to follow Adeia… Just as we see her go through a door that shuts firmly behind her.
She entered into a room full of bright white light, where she could barely make out a single figure.
“Is this-” she asked
“Yes, Adeia, you have found it.” the figure interrupted.
“So that’s who I am?”
“Yes⦠your other memories should be returning soon.”
“So those people that tried to help me-”
“Were your friends, correct. You now know, of course you can’t carry through with your original plan. You and your friends must do whatever it takes to protect the Phoenix Force from Voltar. At ALL costs. The rest of your memories shall be returning shortly, and some undesirable side effects may result. Also, a small bit of power has been returned to you. Someone is planning to betray you, and it will help you figure out who… Adieu, Adeia Fireheart.”
Adeia Fireheart. That’s who I am. As I realized this, what felt like a tidal wave of memories hit me, along with the force of the Phoenix Force exiting this Dimension. I flew back and hit the door, cracking it open. My friends rushed in and circled around me. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I whispered, smiling, “I AM ADEIA FIREBIRD”
(( Gah! Third person is annoying after a while…))
((sftdp…. I just realized I had two different last names… It’s Adeia Fireheart))
Voltar sat on his throne, growing angrier and angrier. Adeia had slipped from his grasp again. And that AL girl… hadn’t he destroyed her memory the first fime? When she had secretly worked for the Pheonix Force as an agent? But now she would be working for him… unless she broke away…
He sent out a mental probe, lashing against her mind, but it stood firm. Weakened, but firm. It was almost as if someone was protecting her… like a barrier of light… like a pheonix. He could no longer contain the memories from her.
“NO!!” he shouted. The torches in the corridor flickered and went out.
I am AL.
I am AL.
I am an agent of the Pheonix Force.
I protect the light and fight the dark.
I am AL.
I rose into consciousness, my head throbbing. I had forgotten what it felt like to have thoughts other than my own running through my head. It felt like I was punched,as I realized Voltar was trying to gain control once more. No way. You are not doing this again. AL and I will fight you to the end. And we aren’t alone. I called out mentally. You can try, and try again, but never will you succeed.
Voltar’s voice rang out. I looked around, startled. “Oh, but I will, Musers. I will succeed. And when I do, when the Phoenix’s power is mine, forever will I rule. It is within my grasp, like one of you already are. You know what to do, my servant.”
All went silent. And then chaos broke loose.
((Whoever want’s to be controlled by Voltar, be my guest))
Accusations whirled around from all sides about who could be the traitor. I personally thought it was TOL, who seemed so insistent on getting us killled in the first place. Some thought it was me, who just recently joined and could easily have been taken over then sent to betray us. ALs name was brought up, as she obviously had had some kind of mental fit.
“Silence!” ALs voice rang out loud and confident, the voice of authority coming out within her, “Whoever it is, we will not find out by throwing names around randomly. We cannot quiz each other on only things we would know, as they can access your memories if they have you. Whoever it is, try to break free, even for one second, to warn us”
Nobody moved, and the silence was deafening.
“OK then.” AL said, trying to keep the peace, “We continue on to find this Voltar, and maybe Mr. Lau, and we can’t worry about something we can’t change. Agreed?!”
Everyone murmured assent, and then looked around the room to see what they could find. Almost immediately, I spotted something hanging above the broken door.
“A speaker!” I say incredulously.
“There’s another one over here!” TOL says, pointing to the other side of the room.
“Whoever this guy is, he is not as powerful as he would like us to believe” I muttered. I looked around at the rest of the room. It was filled with an eerily bright white light, with no obvious source. The room was perfectly circular, with no interruptions except for the door, which oddly had no handle that would have led out. Whatever the room was used for, it was not a normal household room. This was made for a specific purpose, which we could not tell.
((Possibly Mr. Lao can be controlled by Voltar for a little while? This could be why he went missing… Who can play him??))
I looked around the room. This was where it was.
“All right.” I say. “We have to stop Voltar. First we’ve got to protect our minds.”
“How do we do that?” Kai speaks up.
“Concentrate. Voltar feeds on absintmindedness, because that’s where he can get in. Think about something. Hold it in your mind. This is how you hold your mind together. Voltar gets in through the cracks.”
“So… if I concentrated on a difficult fencing move, he couldn’t take over my mind.”
“Right. I repeat syncopated rythyms in my head. That demands concentration.”
“But how do we defeat Voltar?” demands Koko A.
“Yeah!” puts in Mikazuki. “Does he have a secret weakness, or what?”
I smile. “Of course.”
((Quick! What’s Voltar’s weakness?))
((Mr. Lao under somebody else’s control? He’d be amused to hear that.))
[whiiiiiine
I am the most absent-minded person you will ever meet! I’m always thinking about something, though. FEEL FREE TO POWERPLAY.]
“So what’s his weakness?” someone asked.
I stepped forward. “Light and a quick wit,” I quietly announced. “Voltar is the king of Darkness, so we take it away with Light. He operates through mind games and hypnosis, so we just have to out-wit him. It will be hard, but it is possible.”
I heard AL thinking beside me. Should we split in to two groups to teach them?
Good idea I said mentally. You take on I’ll take the other.
She nods in reply. “We will go into the room behind that door, which is a perfect room for training.We’ll be safe there. Everyone will split into to two groups. AL will take one, I the other. We shall train you to think quickly and close your mind. Follow us.”
AL and I lead the group behind the door, which opens at our touch.
“Let the training begin!” we announce in unison.
A few others and I stepped through the door, then I went with my group and AL. As Adeia and AL called for the training to begin, they suddenly closed their eyes and concentrated, brows furrowing.
Suddenly, I felt a mental stab and winced as I felt an unfamiliar conciousness in my head. I looked around frantically to see that everyone else was flinching similarly.
“Fight it!” AL and Adeia said in my mind, “Concentrate, block us out, or you will never stop Voltar!”
I closed my eyes and calmed myself, concentrating on a complicated series of moves that I learned in fencing class, spinning myself around in my head and flailing at Voltar. I felt the mental pressure weaken, and seized my opportunity. Concentrating hard now, I put myself whole-heartedly in the daydream. Just as I stabbed my fake Voltar in the leg, the pressure let go, and I looked around. A few people had broken out of the bind so far, some still hadn’t, and the ones who had were still slightly dazed.
“Enough!” AL and Adeia said out loud, and everyone stopped concentrating to look up. “That was good.” They said in unison, “Except for one, who we’ll have to work on seperately.” As they said this, they stared at TOL, who stared back defiantly. “Take a break, and we’ll try it again!”
((how many people are there?))
((No idea. Let’s see… *looks through thread* Assuming the people that aren’t posting anymore have not actually left the plotline, just the thread, there is:
Enc
Mikazuki
KaiYves
AL
Adeia
Koko A
Zinc
TOL
Selenium
Fireh
Ginger
Piegirl
But most of those people have stopped posting. Still, we can include them in the plotline if we want to))
((I have absolutely no idea. Let’s see… there’s me, Adeia, Koko A, Enc, Kai, TOL, Mikazuki, and Firyeh. Yes, I know I didn’t spell that one right…who am I mising? Wait… what was the question? How many people are there where? I’m confused… ))
The moment I felt it, I knew exactly what it was.
“It’s him!” I gasped as searing pain split my head. “He’s attacking!”
I could see that the others were feeling it, too.
“Concentrate!” I muttered. Suddenly, as if by magic, the pain went away.
“He went away…” I started to say, but stopped. He hadn’t gone away, only concentrated his power into one person.
“He’s going for our only weakness.” said Adeia, appearing beside me.
“TOL-”
“Voltar’s going to control TOL? But that doesn’t make sense.”
“Yes it does! TOL’s the only one who can’t fight…” Adeia trailed off. “Oh, no!”
“What?” Everyone looked up.
“When we were training, I sent a mental connection to each one of you.” she began. “THis allowed us to practice blocking our minds.”
“And?” prompted Koko A.
“When I met with…” -she gestured wildly- ” the person who was in that room-” She paused. “He connected me to the Pheonix Force. If Voltar gets to TOL, he can use that connection to get to me and use me to take the Pheonix Force for him.”
TOL’s eyes were blazing with black fire as she stood up, and saying in an all-too-familiar voice,
“Hello, Adeia.”
Cake. I thought.
“You are a clever girl Adeia. You got away from me once, but that won’t happen again,” crooned Voltar.
“You’ll have to catch me first, Voltar. And I’m not alone and confused this time. I’m wide awake and ready for you. You won’t be lulling any of us to sleep,” I announce with a calm, defiant air.
” Oh really, Adeia? Are you that confident in their 10 minutes of training? Yes Adeia, I see through your bluff. How very easily I can do this -” There was a scream behind me, and Mikazuki’s eyes were filled with that same black fire. Now two voices rang out when Voltar continued. “But that is the least of your worries. You haven’t met my little friends yet, have you? You shall shortly. In the meantime, I shall leave you here. Though, I do believe I shall take this one away for some training of my own. Goodbye Adeia Fireheart.”
Mikazuki collapsed to the ground, but TOL disappeared with a flash of black fire. Chaos ruled again.
SILENCE!!! I yelled, mentally and aloud. Everyone, save AL, cringed. “We need to stay calm and focus on our training. We can do this!”
The little doubtful voice inside my head said Can we?
“But we don’t have time to train!” yelled Kai. “If we want to stop Voltar, we have to do it NOW.”
I groaned.”We don’t have time for this!” I exclaimed. “That’s why we have to train! Because if we don’t, we don’t stand a chance!”
There was silence as Kai and I stared at each other defiantly.
“Um,” interrupted Koko A timidly, “can we stop fighting and start training?”
We turned to stare at him.
“And, er….” he gestured toward Mikazuki on the ground.
“Right.” I said, and quickly turned away from Kai. She rushed to the falled Mikazuki. “Let’s organize ourselves.”
((I have no idea what we should do next. Somebody else go. ))
((Maybe Mr. Lao can help us out here. If no one can play him, suggest we all just powerplay him as we have been doing with Voltar))
“How can we organize when we’re in the middle of a dungeon with nothing but old crates and dark and stinky/clean, nice and attractively illumated basement around us?” I said.
“I believe I can help with that” a voice sounded from the shadow of a corner.” A man ((I don’t know his description so I am just guessing)) with an old, sagelike face and roughed jeans with black shirt steps out of the corner. He carries nothing but a broom but emanates an air of power and presence..
“My name is Mr. Lao. You may call me Mr. Lao. Voltar has been infesting this basement for as long as I can remember, and it is time to get him out.” He walks over and touches Mikazuki with the end of his broom, and a gently light pulses out of it. Instantly, Mikazuki’s eyes clear and en sits up, shocked.
“Now, if you wish to defeat Voltar you will need to organize yourselves, and because it seems you have no leader, I will step into that role.” He looks around, daring anyone to challenge him.
AL seems suprised by this announcement and mutters, “Some democracy he’s running.”
Mr. Lao looks directly at her, and she cowers under his gaze.
“Good. Any other complaints?” No one dares speak up.
“Then it is time to get down to business. If you all are to have any hope of stopping Voltar, you need to have more competence than the pathetic level you have at this point reached. A more effective method than simply concentrating is reciting a poem or complicated equation that will keep your mind occupied. Everyone think of a poem, the I will attack your minds to see how large your defense is.”
Mr. Lao turned toward me. “You there, you are first. You have one minute to get ready,” He said in his gruff voice.
That minute was completely unnecessary. I was ready, “Jabberwocky” running through my mind.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
I felt the first attack ensue. Mr. Lao entered my mind. Good… he said. Now better!!
You want better? I thought. You asked for it! The poem ran with growing intensity through my head. I became the heroine, slaying the Jabberwock.
I took my vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe I sought —
So rested me by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought I stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
The pounding of Mr. Lao’s attacks came harder. Push harder, Adeia. Harder!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
The attacks lessened but I pushed forward. I found my mind in Mr. Lao’s. He wasn’t ready and I easily made it through.
I left it dead, and with its head
I went galumphing back.
I opened my eyes to find Mr.Lao getting up from the ground. I rushed to help him, and as I did, he said
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.”
In reply I whispered
“`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.”
“W-what happened?” I squeak out. “Where’s TOL? She was with me…somewhere…Voltar…what…”
The same guy who freed me from Voltar’s grasps looks at me. “Voltar was possessing you. He gets in through the empty space of your mind. You have to think about something and hold onto it so that he doesn’t do it again.”
“O..kay.” I looked over at Fireh, who had been strangely quiet for a while. For that matter, so had Zinc and Enc… They were concentrating? I tried it, but my mind kept slipping. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood he would chuck all the wood that he could if a woodchuck could chuck wood howmuchwoodcouldawoodchuckchuckifawoodchuckcouldchuckwoodhewouldchuckallthewoodthathecouldifawoodchuckcouldchuckwood…
I watched Mr. Lao test people one by one, trying to think of a recitation that I could concentrate on. Just as Mr. Lao turned to me, I thought of it. His mental wave burned into my mind, but I was ready.
3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510 58209 74944 59230 78164 06286 20899 86280 34825 34211 70679 82148 08651 32823 06647 09384 46095 50582 23172 53594 08128 48111 74502 84102 70193 85211 05559 64462 29489 54930 38196 44288 10975 66593 34461 28475 64823 37867 83165 27120 19091 45648 56692 34603
I chanted over and over in my head, rolling off the memorized digits of pi ((though I only know 52 in real life)). Then, the mental pressure abated, and I stopped.
The janitor hadn’t been entering my mind, probably because he knew I was already competent in mind tricks. I kept my guard up anyway, in case he decided to sabotage me.
Syncopated accent patterns rolled through my head.
1- AND- 2-AND-THREE-and-four-and-ONE! TWO! THREE AND FOUR and one AND two AND three AND four…
“Uh, AL?” says Koko A.
“What?” I snap, annoyed to be disturbed from my own little world of offbeat accents.
“You can stop doing that. He’s stopped.”
“What?” I hadn’t even noticed he had entered my mind- or tried to enter.
“Adeia! AL! Front and center!” Mr. Lao called. “Show these fools how it’s done! Watch closely everyone! After this you are to pair off and practice!”
We stepped forward, and with a curt nod, we walked away from each other and turned. We looked each other in the eye. “3. 2. 1. Begin!” yelled Mr. Lao.
I launched my conciousness forward, hurtling into AL’s mind. I felt fire at my finger tips, sparking and growing. I didn’t dare break my gaze, however. I felt AL pushing back, but I had a head start. Something was sparking in AL’s hands too, but it wasn’t fire. Lightning was arcing between her fingertips, higher and higher. We stood, fire and lightning, equals in all ways. At this point, AL and I were evenly matched. But I, with more experience, was able to push forward, breaking her defense. Inside her mind were a deluge of thoughts. Was that fear I saw? But I found myself pulling back. AL fell to the ground, exhausted. I rushed over to help her up. As I did, we were joined by Voltar’s “little friends.”
Cake.
((By little friends, I mean boggart and tracker jacker like creatures.))
((Mr. Lao, the most courteous and soft-spoken of men, would be delighted to see himself depicted barking orders like a drill sergeant.))
(( It happens when you power play people. He’s also become like a Jedi master… I wonder if Mr. Lao could come and speak for himself. *hinthintwinkwink*))
((I think Mr. L. and I will continue to sit back and enjoy the story. He’s very good company, in his wry, shy, self-effacing way. No one would ever guess that he’s the most powerful demigod at Antediluvian Academy.))
((I’m assuming you mean the boggarts from HP and the tracker jackers from the Hunger Games?))
I looked over to see a swarm of hornets coming in from all sides, needles pointed outward in an attempt to sting us into hallucinations and then death. Then, from the shadows, I see…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream like there is no tomorrow, which there probably won’t be with those things coming after us. A pair of human-sized HPBs stepped out of the shadows from behind the bees, grinning as only an HPB can grin.
I pull my pocketknife out of my backpack and open the devishly sharp blade. Over my shoulder, I see some of the others grabbing books and rocks to bat away the hornets, but I have a different plan in mind.
“ATTACK” I shout, jumping at the HPBs, swinging my knife wildly, intending to plunge it into the eyes.
“Don’t be stupid” I hear a voice from behind me, just as my feet fall out from under me. I look up to see Mr. Lao standing over me, broom in hand, tripping me from the back of the legs.
“Those are NOT hot pink bunnies” He says calmly, as they advance all the more menacingly.
“We can argue this later,” I say, “But those are most definetely HPBs, and they most definitely need to go!”
“Trust me. I’ll explain later, but for now, attack the hornets” He says, as he reaches for his broom. Swiftly, he pulls apart two ends of his broom, which suprisinly come apart easily. He hands a half to me. I grin maliciously, turning to face the incoming swarm.
I open my eyes and scream. Holy cow! HORNETS! I try to beat them off, but the swarm is inevitable. I back into the shadows, and bump into something else.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream again. I find myself face to face with a monstrous hot–pink skunk. Grabbing a rock from the ground, I back up and am about to charge when Koko A runs at it, wielding a pocketknife. Mr. Lao stops him, explaining that it is not a HPB.
“What?! It’s a skunk!!!” I cry. Koko A looks at me oddly, but shrugs and turns to fight away the hornets. I join him, killing a few with the rocks I throw.
I found myself in the midst of a swarm of hornets, heading straight for me. I hate hornets, or anything the stings for that matter. I was able to fend them off rather easily. Still, they kept coming and coming. Then, all of a sudden, they dropped dead. In their stead was – myself? It was me, while at the same time it wasn’t me. “Anti-Adeia” had the black fire of Voltar in her eyes. It was with these eyes she stared into my own, hazel green. Mentally she said, I am you Adeia. We are one and the same. Come with me!
Why? I am nothing like you, I retorted. I would never help Voltar The Phoenix Force, and I, deserve to be free. You are nothing like me.
Is that how you wish to play, Adeia Fireheart? You have made the wrong choice. Prepare to die.
I tried to attack. As I broke through her defenses, and she mine, before I even realized what was going on, the world went black.
((I’m thinking both I and anti-Adeia were knocked out, for a while))
How did he know?
Hornets…
I can face pretty much anything: Rats. Spiders. Swords. Guns. Crossbows. Dragons. HPBs.
But not hornets.
I.
Can’t.
Stand.
Hornets.
They close in on me, a buzzing circle of death.
How did he know?
Cake.
With Adeia unconscious, AL freaking out, and me and Mikazuki the only ones still standing sane, we turned to the HPB thing in the room and I asked Mr. Lao “So if that’s not an HPB, what the heck is it?”
He answered, “It’s a Boggart, it takes the form of whatever you most fear.”
“So… What do you most fear?”
“Let us see…”
He stepped in front of the Boggart and Mikazuki whispered to me, “I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”
AL was still muttering something about anything but hornets in the corner and Adeia was still unconscious when Mr. Lao stepped directly in front of the boggart and said, “Do your worst!!”
The Boggart/HPB grinned in anticipation and began to shift, becoming an unrecongnizable, constantly shifting piece of matter.
Suddenly, a high keening sound emitted from it, and it sank in upon itself and dissapeared.
“What happened” I asked in wonder.
Mr. Lao simply replied, “I fear nothing, therefore when I faced the Boggart, it became…”
“Nothing” Mikazuki and I both said in awe.
What happened? I thought as I came slowly out of unconciousness. Then there was a shriek, high and clear, and I sat bolt upright. I got up and spun around, looking for anti-Adeia. She was gone. “What happened?!” I exclaimed out loud.
“What happened,” Mr. Lao announced, “is I decided it was a very bad idea to have you two fight each other. Both of you were in some state of fatiuge-induced confusion, and therefore unable to fight when we needed you.”
“Oh,” I said, deflated, annoyed that I missed the action. “That’s it?”
“Yes. That’s it,” he said. “Oh, one more thing. The reason you went unconscious was you tried to breech a boggart’s mind. Stay away from non-humans for now, Adeia… By the way, be a dear, and go help AL out of her current state.”
“Yes, sir,” I said dejectedly, feeling like the star student who just got a big red F. I walked over to AL, who was still muttering about hornets. “AL,” I whispered. She swatted me away, screaming about hornets. “AL! Wake up AL!” I said, shouting now.
“What?! What’s happening??!” she yelled with the the air of someone who was startled awake.
“AL!! Calm down! It’s all over now. You are safe here,” I stroked her hair, trying to comfort her. I felt a sense of closeness to her, like an older sister. I don’t remember my family, really. I was dropped at the orphanage when I was an infant. I ran away from the horrible place when I was twelve, and found myself at MA. The idea that perhaps AL was my long lost sister floated through my mind. I scoffed at it. ((foreshadowing perhaps??))
AL seemed to finally be breaking through her dilusions of the wasps. “Adeia? Is that you?” she asked weakly.
“Yes AL. I’m right here. Are you ok?”
“I think so… Yeah, I’m fine” she proclaimed, with confidence.
“Come on then! Voltar’s still out there and we have work to do!” I declared, helping her up.
With a renewed sense of purpose, she and I got up, ready now for anything.
In unison we thought, 3. 2. 1. Oh Voltar! Ready or not, here we come!!
((I like that idea.))
Before we could strike Voltar, he struck us.
I fought with all my mental defenses, but still he battered at my mind until suddenly, he got through.
The next thing I knew was that I was lying on the floor of Voltar’s throne room, out of breath. Adeia appeared beside my a moment later.
“How did you do that?” I asked angrily. “One minute we were-” I look around the throne room and stop. “TOL!”
TOL stood next to the throne, her eyes closed. She was encompassed in black fire, which flickered, wrapping around her like snakes. Adeia tried to rush to her, but a jolt of electricity from Voltar sent her sprawling backwards.
“Hello.” Voltar sneered.
I glared at him. “Die, Voltar,” I said, in a voice more threatening and brave than I actually felt.
((What now?))
((Oh, wait…. Confuzzeled. We’re already in Voltar’s Lair? Not exactly what I was thinking…..))
((I think she means that Voltar somehow heard us saying that and decided to transport us to his throne room))
I gripped my half of a broom handle harder, staring at TOL/Voltar. Suddenly, I lunged, striking with my mind and my weapon. ((Hey, just because the pen is mightier than the sword doesn’t mean that both isn’t better!)) As I lunged forward, a huge broadsword appeared in Voltar’s hand. He blocked my broom handle, which oddly wasn’t sliced in half, and seemed completely unfazed by my mental attack.
“Hey, play fair!” I shouted, “If you’re going to fight me with a sword, at least give me one!”
“Ok” Voltar said menacingly, and a longsword, my favorite weapon, appeared in my hand, “But don’t you think that four ((Adeia, AL, Mr. Lao, Me)) against one isn’t fair? SO PLAY FAIR!”
And with that, he threw up his hands. Three animated skeletons with full battle armor and weapons started climbing out of the ground.
“Cake.” I muttered, “Didn’t think of that. Oh well, the more the merrier, I guess”
Mr. Lao, AL, Adeia, Koko A, and I were suddenly in a throne room. Voltar was sitting in front of me. He grinned as Koko A attepted to attack him.
“You have to give Mr. Lao, Adeia, AL and I weapons too, if you’re going to give Koko A one,” I objected.
“Fine,” he snarled, and Koko A’s weapon vanished. “Now we are equal terms.”
“Cake. Sorry Koko A…” I mumbled.
“Put down your weapons too, then!” Koko A yelled. “You have to play fair!”
Voltar sighed, and the weapons his skeletons had been holding vanished. He threw down his sword.
“I think I liked the odds better before,” AL muttered.
“Me too,” I agreed.
Voltar exhaled sharply in annoyance. The swords rematerialized. I found myself holding a bow, and some arrows. I nocked an arrow and shot at Voltar’s heart. He blocked it easily with his sword.
“And so the fight begins,” he hissed.
I found myself holding a small dagger and suddenly threw myself at a nearby skeleton. Lodging the small blade in between its ribs, I struggled to hold on as the wraith twisted under my grip. Finally it went limp.
I grip my longsword tightly, remembering the fencing moves we were taught in class.
“The trick here is to be unpredictable,” I think quickly, “He’s obviously an experienced swordsman, so I’ll have to improvise, and use every cunning trick I know.”
I’m looking at Voltar, sizing him up, when inspiration strikes me. I pull some nearly invisible fishing line out of my pack, although it looks like I pull nothing out. While it still looks like I’m rummaging through my pack, I deftly tie a taut line hitch from my hand to my sword. Finally, I pull the pen knife out of my backpack, making it look like that was what I wanted all along.
“You’re lucky I’m fair spirited enough to let you grab your knife, not that it will help you.” Voltar said evilly, launching himself at me.
I block his incoming blow, and it rattles my teeth as I do so. I can see AL out of the corner of my eye grappling a skeleton, and I spar with Voltar. Suddenly, catching me distracted, Voltar slammed my weapon, flinging it out of my hand to the ground. He then swings at me, and I fall backward to avoid it.
“So this is how it ends for poor KA” Voltar says menacingly, “I’m looking forward to killing you.”
I grin, looking more confident than I really am. “You’re forgetting something…” I say, wagging my finger at him.
“Shut up and DIE” He says, plunging his sword down.
Suddenly, I whip my hand to the side, as if I had a sword in my hand. Voltar hesitates, and as he does the force of my moving hand pulls the string on my sword, and I swing it around, using centrifugal force as my ally, and imbed the sword deep in his lower leg.
Voltar screamed in pain as KA pulled his sword into his lower leg. But only for a moment, as he recovered quickly and lunged for KA.
“No!” I screamed. Out of instinct I pulled him toward me, out of Voltar’s reach, telepathically.
Voltar turned on me, screaming with fury. “So you decide to fight me yourself, Adeia? You and your sister are the only ones I want.”
“My sister?” I wondered.
“Didn’t you know?” he cackled gleefully. “You, Adeia, and AL are sisters.”
I was fighting an undead skeleton when I heard it.
“Sisters?” I gasped, and was almost killed by the skeleton. Finishing it off a minute later, I ran to stand beside Adeia. Not knowing what to say, I just said:
“You’re not serious, are you?”
((Somehow I don’t think Voltar is noted for his whimsical sense of humor.))
((I’ll say! So far every time he has talked during this fight his speech was described by one of these adjectives. He never just “says” something, he has to say it
Snarled
Menacingly
Evilly
cackled
sneered
annoyance
screaming with fury
Look at his speech. He never says anything without being followed with one of those adjectives. Nice guy, eh? ))
After recovering from almost being guillotined by Voltar, I jump back up onto my feet and start swinging my sword round and round in a huge arc, saying, “You liked that! Come get some more! We aren’t afraid of you!”
This, of course is the time the tautline comes loose and my sword is flung into a corner of the room, impaling the skeleton Adeia was fighting, but leaving me with my only weapon a penknife and Voltar running ((limping :D)) toward me with an inhuman rage in his eyes.
((I’ve been sick and rather grumpy all day. That made me laugh. Thank you.))
Suddenly things slow down. I see Koko A yelling and waving his sword, and the sword flying across the room. I see Adeia struggling against the skeletons.
She picks up the sword, and we make eye contact.
I see Voltar advancing on Koko A, screaming bloody murder (both literally and figuratively.)
Adeia throws the sword.
It slices neatly through the air, and I deftly catch it.
“I’M COMING!” I yell, and Voltar freezes.
Wielding the sword, I swing it-
I see the silver of the sword-turned-javalin by AL glint through the corner of my eye. As I see it hit Voltar in the gut and knock him to the ground, I jump, flipping mid-air ((and being very ninja in general)), I kick him in the jugular.
“NOW!” I scream, mentally and aloud. “INVADE HIS MIND NOW!!”
((A large explosion is in the near future ))
I push past his mental barriers as he is distracted by the incoming sword, and find what I’m looking for.
I myself swoop into Voltar’s mind, joining AL and the others. I feel his thoughts reaching out to grab me; they may be fast, but I’m faster. Closer and closer. There! I find what I’m looking for.
Suddenly I know everything: everything about me, everything about my sister, Adiea.
I take them.
I take all the memories.
((fyi, I won’t be able to post as much for a while now.))
Voltar screams in rage as his memories are stolen from him, and I take the oppurtunity to dive to the side to grab my sword. Suddenly a palpable wave of mental force drives through the air, pushing back all opposers.
“So you got your memories back, eh, little en?” He sneers derisively.
He raises his hand and I feel a tugging force yank me toward him. He takes a knife and puts it to my throat, immobilizing me with fear. I struggle to burst through his defenses to distact him, if only for a second, but he just laughs. I feel a tugging at the back of my spine, and feel as though my energy is being drained out. I feel me eyes growing heavy as Voltar grins, infusing himself with energy from my body. As I watch, the wound on his leg heals, and as I fall, he lets me go. Before I black out, I dimly hear him say, “And so the first of your pathetic group falls. I expected more.”
Then unconsciousness closes on me like a black wave as the world spins around me and I black out.
((HELP!!! I got myself into this and I don’t know how to get out!))
“I expect you to fall next, Voltar.” I boast. “You know what your problem is Voltar?” I circle closer and closer, while he laughs.
“That I don’t have one?” He cackles.
“You. Are. An. Over. Confident. Controlling. Evil. Little. *bleep* :idea:. Who. Is. Too. Cocky. To. Keep. Up. His. Guard.” With this last word, I leaped into his mind, and mentally, I drove a mental sword straight through his heart, or what was left of it. Voltar, dead, fell to the ground.
((Now all that’s left is to get out of the basement and wake up KA))
((was that too abrupt?))
((Nah))
Mr. Lao grabs Koko A and TOL, who has lost the fire in her eyes, ‘s arms.
“Nice job, Adeia!” He shouts. “You too, AL. Hang on!” The throne room begins to warp before my eyes.
Then, I am back in the basement chamber that houses TOL’s fort, along with Mr. Lao, TOL, Koko A, Adeia, AL, Kai, Zinc, Enc, and Fireh. Koko A and TOL are beginning to wake up. As soon as they are fully conscious, Mr. Lao leads us out of the basement.
((What should be our next adventure? I like Kai’s idea of a school trip. ))
((I like that too, but to where?))
As my eyes blink open, the first thing I see is a face staring down at me, so naturally I assume it is Voltar. I leap up, yelling a battle cry and start searching for a weapon. After a couple awkward moments, I realize it is not Voltar, just Mr. Lao. After being told the story of our victory, I follow everyone out of the basement.
((I don’t know… I don’t really have any ideas unless AL comes back soon))
((Somebody ask for me? I’m thinking along the lines of somethingn Hogwarts-ish, you know, like a new teacher with a mysterious past or something. A school trip sounds cool, too.))
((Muse Academy students suddenly find out that they have recieved special powers from a mysterious being, then go to find out how, why, and who and get caught in a twisted scheme along the way?))
((sure! Why not?))
((Maybe both? I was thinking a mini side adventure with that, where AL and I find out more about our past… That has some interesting potential….))
((Sounds good!!!))
((I like that!))
I wandered the halls of Muse Academy with my new schedule, trying to decipher it. Where was room 214B? And what time was I supposed to be there? Was it now or tommorow? The complicated schedule swam before my eyes, bending the reality of space-time…. not really, but it was confusing.
Suddenly, I stumbled across a door labeled “214B”. Aha, I thought. Physics.
“Okay,” I muttered, “now do I come here today or yesterday?”
A man stepped out of the classroom. “Hello.” he said.
“Er… hi…”
“You must be…” he stared down at his class list. “Lightning, Agent?”
I stared at him.
((So what I’m thinking is that the teacher is too ‘normal’ (normal being a relative term) to be at MA, so there is obviously something suspicious about him. Then he is somehow linked to KA’s idea… does this sound OK to you guys?))
((disappears for another week))
[I like the idea of minor magical powers. Nothing bizarre, really, compared to previous adventures.]
((I don’t want to spoil anybody’s fun, but we’ve stressed all along that Muse Academy is non-magical. Students are intelligent and have had an unusual education, but they don’t possess any other special powers. We probably shouldn’t have allowed those storylines about the Phoenix Force. If you crave a magical alter ego, there are plenty of opportunities at Antediluvian Academy.
As stated on the Halloween Ball 2010 planning thread:
“Creativity is encouraged, but remember: Muse Academy and all its functions are subject to physical laws and contemporary technology. No antigravity or unlimited sources of free energy, please!”
Violations of the rule caused us to declare a Muse Academy Holiday Party non-canonical.
Earlier, the ban on supernatural powers and nonexistent technologies provoked some exchanges on the original Muse Academy RPG thread.))
[My point, not to insult anyone else [but I probably do because that is my modus operandi], is:
1. Adeia has been having ‘magical powers’ in this RPG for as caking long as she’s been in it. I don’t know why, or why she gets away with it, but yeah. Before she decided to try and get rid of her Phoenix Force this adventure (which is easily retconnable), it was actually normal and not magical!
2. That last adventure we just had? Yeah, stupid amounts of bleeping magic in it. Like…ridiculous amounts of magic.
2a. Like, undead skeleton magic.
2b. And memory-stealing.
2c. And energy-stealing.
2d. And body-possessing.
To be short and not rant, my point is more that we’ve accidentally ended up incorporating that sort of thing into every freaking adventure so far. If you’d like to remind us of this fact, why do it now? Why not do it in the middle of a silly magical-evil-dude fight?!]
((Well, it was an exciting story, and I didn’t want just to squash it. But now that a new adventure is about to start, I thought I should at least try try to keep it from turning into X-Men: The Last Stand, as most of our RPGs seem to do.
Still, the precedent has been set for magic to invade Muse Academy. How about a compromise: I’ll allow magical MA adventures as long as we label them “Muse Academy Fantasy RPGs” to distinguish them from any more down-to-earth MA RPGs that might occur in the future. Sound reasonable?))
((Nope, changed my mind. Muse Academy is what it is. Magical fantasy is so compelling (and so relatively easy to do) that MA Fantasy RPGs would inevitably crowd out all other MA threads. We must keep the vision on track.
The label “MA Fantasy RPG” will be useful retroactively for some threads, however. Meanwhile, your characters are welcome to have magical adventures in other locations, on threads that I’ll be happy to create for the purpose.))
((Sigh… Oh well. Maybe we can all get some cool gadgets or something, or will that become too much like James Bond?
Maybe we could have a field trip to a foreign country, like Egypt where we invade a pyramid with a bunch of traps (not curses, just traps like falling rocks)
Or maybe we can go on an adventure to pick up new recruits for the academy))
((I had an idea a while about a trip to MA South via Chad-designed luxurious supersonic jet. I’d love to RP it for real.))
[Liking that idea, now that I’ve calmed down. We’d need students that were there, though…]
((Hmmm….okay, if we can’t have anything magical…let’s go somewhere cool! Egypt is good, or New Zealand, or Italy, Scotland, Norway…A school trip.))
((I’m pretty sure no one has ever really told me about the No Magic rule…. Or at least that I have realized. I will admit I do have a tendency to lean towards the magic side of things, in my writing especially… I apologize for that. On that note, I shall go find my hover boots that I designed for some costumed ball. And maybe invent some stuff for the trip along the way. ))
((So, I think the school trip idea is the thing we’re going to do. Let’s take a vote for location. The proposed ideas are:
Egypt
New Zealand
Italy
Scotland
Norway
MA South
I personally vote for Egypt, partly because it sounds interesting and mystic and partly because it seemed like we could have an action packed adventure there.))
[I vote for MA South or pretty much anything that isn’t Egypt. :/]
((I like Scotland, personally. But I propose while we there we crash land in/at/near an abandoned castle))
My fingers itched to create something. Naturally, of course, I being a Coontz. ((Has everyone here been sorted?)). Into my passageways I went, knowing just where to go. I must have got distracted along the way, as the hallway became unfamiliar. I saw a door cracked open. I, being me, peaked behind the door. After I peaked, I rushed in. There, was a gorgeous jet plane. There wasn’t a screw out of place. I ran my hand over her, admiring every part. When my hand reached the place where a door should be, I stopped. Then the area around my hand started to glow and the plane started to hum to life.
“Welcome Adeia Fireheart,” It said as the hidden door opened. I easily found the cockpit, noting on the way that it was extraordinarily roomy. As I sat down in the captain’s seat, I noticed a note on the dash board.
Have Fun! It said. – Chad
((I like the abandoned castle idea too. I’m thinking we should go there too, since Egypt is not getting a lot of support.))
I notice Adeia running down some abandoned hallways, so I quickly gather our little group and we stealthily follow her, just to see what she’s up to. We just manage to see her climb into a jet plane when the group bursts out into the room that the jet was stored in. As she revs up the engine, we dash over and open the door. Quickly, the engine cools down and Adeia dashes out to where we are, looking suprised.
“Hey, you weren’t thinking of going on another adventure without us, were you?” I say.
((Can I join?))
((Of course. Just make a character, a schedule, and assign yourself to a house (Coontz, Lasley, Baker, or Spector), and find a way to insert yourself into the storyline.))
((Thanks!))
I’m walking back from my last class when I hear the sound of a jet engine and race over to see what’s going on. I see a large white plane, sleek and gleaming, sitting on a runway, and Adeia running out to talk to some of my fellow students.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask, running over.
((171- ‘Course. To sort yourself, go https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1026. Post 8.
Ooh, I like that idea! Abandoned old castles in Scotland are flammy.))
I follow Koko A over to Adeia as she enters a jet. She comes out.
“Excellent!” I exclaim, rubbing my hands together. “Where are we going to go?” Kai runs over and joins us, asking what’s going on.
“Okay, okay,” Adeia says, holding up her hands in an expression of surrender. “Get in.” We climb into the jet.
“Where should we go?” I cry.
“Where are we going?” cried Mikazuki.
“Dunno,” I shrug. “I couldn’t care less where we go. All I know is I’m flying.” And I meant it. The plane hummed at my fingertips. We were perfectly tuned for each other. It was as if it was a sentient being.
As everyone piled in, I went back to discover what else Chad had put together. I found there was a trunk for each one of us. In the one bearing my name, there were a pair of old hoverboots I created, and other inventions of my own design. There were a few that had never gotten off paper, finally 3 dimensional. The trunks were at the foot of small single beds. This cabin had two tiers, the loft and the main floor.
((Name: Tree
House: Coontz
Apperance: Chin length black hair. Fairly pale skin during the winter, but it can get quite tan in the summer. Blue-gray eyes, but they can look green depending on the lighting and what she’s wearing. (I wish I really looked like this.)
Personality: Very slightly shy when she first meets people, but quickly warms up to them. She has a quick temper, and gets in fights easily with people who are mean to/irritate/annoy her.
Gender: Girl.
I’ll think of a schedule later.))
I walk to the muse Acamademy building. I can’t beleive that it’s real! when I was first invited, I thought it was a joke. But now I’m here, and it’s amazing. As I hopelessly try to find my house, Coontz, I hear the sound of a jet engine. “Huh?” I think. I run towards the sound, and see a huge white jet. “Wow!” I exclaim. No one notices me, though.
((It looks like the majority is for Scotland, abandoned castle. Any opposed?))
I notice a new girl approach. “Who are you?” I ask. “And which house are you?”
“Oh!” she seemed startled that anyone bothered approaching her. “My name is Tree. I’m in Coontz. You?”
“FINALLY!” I exclaimed. “Another Coontz! I’m Adeia, by the way. Let me show you around!”
“Okay.” I say. ‘Um, what’s the huge jet doing there?”
((I think I’ll join as well, since the Demigod RPG is barely alive.
Name: Radiant_Darkness
House: Coontz (took quiz got a perfect CAB)
Appearence: Me. 5’3″*, skinny, Korean. Black hair with purple highlights long enough to cover eyes, eyeliner (thin layer), black custom A Thorn For Every Heart t shirt, black skinny jeans, all-black Converse high-tops. Skull necklace.
Personality: Usually listening to iPod, semi-depressed, gloomy, conscientious, polite, formal until you get to know him, shy, quiet, not easily provoked to show emotion.
*I honestly do not know how tall I am. One measurement showed 5’3″, one showed 5’4″, another somewhere in between, so… ))
((YAY!!! MORE COONTZES!!!!! (or is it coontzi?) I was the only one for the longest time!))
“Ah. The huge jet. Excellent question. I don’t know frankly.” I explained.” I’m the pilot. And ((if she gets back here)) my sister, AL is my copilot. Neither of us know as of now where we are going.”
“That’s not a good sign….” mumbled Tree under her breath.
“Oh no, it’s ok. We just haven’t decided where to go yet. I think someone is trying to find a world map and a dart at this moment.”
Yay. New school. This was going to be fun. I headed over to a few people I saw huddled near a plane.
((Is anyone else out there?))
((Yes. I’m sorry though, I have to edit a manuscript by April 1st and it’s driving me crazy; I can’t post at the moment. (And I shouldn’t be on here, either…*looks around guiltily*))
((Sorry about that. I’m posting now))
I finally pull the dusty old map out of my pack.
“Finally!” I say, “I never use this anymore, I always use my laptop”
I take careful aim with my pen knife, then laugh and close my eyes, standing far back from the poster. I step forward and throw the knife.
“HEYYYYY, WATCH WHERE YOU”RE AIMING THAT THING” A scream comes from in front of me, and I open my eyes to find Adeia looking at me, with a small chunk of her hair missing from her scalp. I then look at the map.
“Scotland it is!” I say, chuckling, “I’ll go get my kilt” I laugh at my own horrible joke, then pull out my sword and start practicing my swordplay. It’ll be nice to practice on a rumbling, unbalanced plane.
“Here we go!!!!” Adeia yells as I slice through an imaginary enemy. However, the plane seems to have a tilt compensating floor, so I can only tell that we actually lifted off by looking out the window. Cake.
‘Oh my god,’ I squeal like a little girl, holding out a pair of matching red boots and metal dragon wings with yellow flame decals on each from my trunk. “Guys! I got rocket boots and rocket wings! Pchoooo~ I don’t even know if they work, but they look so awesome! Okay, yeah, I did get this cool dagger too, but I don’t really have anywhere to put it.”
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You equip the ROCKET BOOTS and ROCKET WINGS, and place the RAINBOW-HANDLED DAGGER into your chest. The one right in front of you, not the one on your body – that’d hurt quite a bit.
[reposting profile
Name: Mira, last name unknown (nobody actually cares enough for her to bother telling)
Age: thirteen
Looks: dark brown shoulder-length wavy hair. Gray beanie, indigo tee, gray leggings and silver-and-rainbow running shoes. Pale shin, dark blue eyes. Bodyshape is…let’s just go with hourglass, okay? Still fairly skinny, though. 5’1.
House: Lasley, and she doesn’t even know how she got put in there.]
((Sounds like a Lasley.))
[Rockets, combined with rainbows, will make anyone’s day.]
((Rocket boots? Sparklypoo.
Now that the action has moved off campus, I think it’s time to give this story its own thread.))
[…pale shin?
XD That’s supposed to be skin, but okay! Weirdest typo.]
I will have everyone know that while you all were traveling the world I was busy doing my World Domination homework. And also joining the knitting club.