The First Chat.

This, is a great monument to this new, fresh site. This! Is! The first Character Chat to be made!!!!! *dances* It's just a simply *your* CC, no plot yet, just characters. We can figure out setting one people post characters. And goooo!!!!!

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearence:
Other:

Name:T.Morbid Namechov
Age: 22? Ugh. Fine.
Gender: Male
Appearence: Wicked skinny, Pale, black hair...ya'll know the drill.
Other: Employed by Mr.Face...Killin' people. erm. Yeah. Ya'll pretty much know that too...

Name: Riddle
Age: 15 and 47
Gender: Female
Appearence: Short, White hair, Red eyes...Combat boots...
Other: IMMORTAL!

Name: Cricket
Age: 14
Gender: male....
Appearence: Must I?
Other: Y'know...thief, street kid, you all know the drill.

Name: Annaleah
Age: 14
Gender: female
Appearence: Long red hair, very pale, sharp green eyes, sweet smile, willowy and petite
Other: Erm...rich girl that ran away. Yeah. To see the world with that guy ^^^

Name: Peter
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Has shaggy, brown hair that hangs in his equally brown eyes; fair skin; average height; lithe build with lean muscles; dresses in all black clothing and wears black boots...you guys know this, lol
Other: His soul is a purple-eyed barn owl named Sesria, and he is a bonder. You know this, too, lol

Name: Lezeil'ah ("Leslie")
Age: She looks 16...but she's really 525
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fiery red hair that hangs to her mid-back--she has thick bangs as well; bright green eyes; fair skin with freckles; average height; thin, but no developed muscles; wears a plain, white t-shirt, jeans, and gray sneakers
Other: On her face are elegant, crimson lines that aren't visible to mortals. These lines travel up by her temples, in front of her ears, over her cheekbones, and across the bridge of her nose. Also invisible to mortals are two magic spell-circles on her palms. They're identical, each containing pentacles whose tips neatly fit right to the inside edge of each circle. Both circles have numerous runes and other magic symbols in their designs. These magic circles are black when inactive; they glow red upon activation.

joining this with Mika and Brendan (hehe, you guys dont know much about him yet...he's a fun character...for me atleast.) but when i get back from the movie.

Auda: Our...Lovely...Setting.

So. Auda is a relatively large city, filled with...Bad. Mr.Face works ceaslessly as the dictator there, imposing wicked high taxes, oppressing the people, and actually...killing people off for the Evulz basically. They worship the internet as their diety, and as a result you can find a veritable menagerie of meme related artifacts all around the place. The written language is 1337...but no one is literate enough to read it anyway. The heart of the place is a large imposing government building that houses several floors of prisons, the IRS, the Programming Department, and Mr.Face's private quarters. As you progress out of the heart of the city, The quality of building materials deteriorates quickly. There's about three blocks of brownstone buildings encircling the government building, followed by the Burn Out district. This collapses into the Cardboard Slums, and eventually peters out into wasteland. The mode of transportation within the city is foot, and to get out of the city...well...there's one monorail.

More info readily available if ya'll want it...But I think that should get us started...

I think...I might try...*gulps* first person...
I may switch back. It's not that I can't do first person; I've just never done it with these particular characters. But Ima try! *puts on brave face and hopes she doesn't screw up*

Annaleah
There was something jabbing into me. I moaned drowsily, refusing to open my eyes just yet, but felt for what the hard thing was...wait a moment. My fingers found a paper-y corner...now why on Earth was I sleeping on a carboard box? My eyes drifted open to see a world of brown and white boxes, piled high to a decaying aluminun ceiling. Oh bother. What...? Where...I remembered the Bell Tower, and then falling...Cricket had been there. Oh bother. Cricket! I looked from box to box around the room before I caught sight of a black mass of hair, half-buried a few feet off. Stumbling over carboard, I clambered up the pile.

"Cricket." He seemed quite content slumped like that. Positively out of it. I touched his face. "Wake up...rise and shine!"

"Mrhphmmhm." He swatted my hand away.

Alright...perhaps not positively out of it. I sighed, glancing over my shoulder. Were those guards? I didn't want to make too much of a scene...but he really had to get up. I covered his mouth before lifting his hair out of his eyes.

"Mphaaagggh! Bright!" His yell was muffled by my hand, thankfully, and he slapped his own over his eyes before painfully peeking though his fingers.

"Sh sh Cricket...do you know where we are?" I asked quietly, slipping my hands away. His hair landed back in his face.

T.Mor:

Well. This was great.

I lie. This was not great. The crematoriums were out. Again. Third time this week. I was in cellblock two today, and the smell of corpses was...overwhelming. I was happy for once to have my mask blocking the brunt of it. Someone yelled in cell three. I was torn as to whether to go see what that was all about. If it was another body...I was going to have to march right down to the creamtorium, and start setting crap on fire myself. But if it was...Something like a fight...Well...Technically I had to do something about that...Like shoot people. I don't like shooting people.

I got up from my desk at the end of the hall and trudged down the cellblock, peeking through the narrow window in the steel door. Yes. Fighting. I kinda wished that there were shackes in block two like how there were in block three, because then...Well, Fighting wouldn't be an issue. I threw open the door and walked in there like some kind of...authoritative figure. Which...I was. "No killing eachother. I'm the only one allowed to kill anyone in here." I said irritatedly. The two emaciated guys looked at me. They were fighting over a three day old, half empty, tin of beans. Regulations stated that I had to remove the offending object. "Fine. You wanna fight about eating...No eating...No fighting Right?" I asked, pulling the can off the floor.
They looked at me like I was a murderer. And...Realistically, I was. The probability that either of them would make it through the rest of the week here just went down, just by my removal of the beans. I felt awful for it...I mean... those guys had probably been arrested for food theft in the first place, and now they were worse off than they started. Well, I'd done worse.

I turned on my heels and marched out of the cell without a second glance, as I would have probably surrendered the beans if I had given them a second glance. After slamming the door, I was hit again with the smell of corpses.

I went back to my desk to wait for the next problem to arise, and went ahead and ate the beans. Somewhat stale...But better than not eating at all today...As...well, it technically wasn't my turn to eat today. It was my sister's.

Random Guard #5:

I was sitting. Like I always do. In the guard booth, telling some crazy lady that 'NO. She could not give me an IOU on her internet tax and pick up the doorknob today anyway.' She was pretty upset about it. It was not really my problem.

Then I heard a noise. Like a big old *FOOMP* of something landing. Regulations said I had to go check it out. In case it was sumthin' important. So...I went to check it out.

I trudged through a big stack of boxes and then...there were people in here. There weren't suppoused to be people in here. "YOU ALL. WHAT'CHOO DOIN IN HERE?" I yelled, figuring they were thieves. They were always thieves. I didn't know how they managed to sneak in, but whatever. I'd just drag 'em down to the Prison enterance, and leave 'em to rot or whatever.

Annaleah
Too late. I looked around at the voice, nudging Cricket to get up. "I don't know! We're a bit...lost!" Ah, that sounded convincing. I had a feeling that this wouldn't end well. "Where is 'here', anyhow?"

Peter

I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Okay...different plane, no Sybek. Presumably. I opened my eyes tiredly again, looking around. I was sitting on the ground, slumped against an old-looking building. The sky looked...incredibly gray, and the rest of the place looked decidedly brown. Brown and dingy. No flora or fauna in sight, meaning I couldn't yet determine what species resided on this plane. I'd already been kind of on the edge of the human planes (though not quite in the buffer zone of Parts), so I could very well have wound up in a plane of human-ai'reija Parts.

Greeeat.

At least I was still in my Scout stealth attire. It was perfect for hiding faces...and any other feature that would show. I just hoped that I hadn't gone so far into the Parts that people would have wings. That would suck...for me. But it wasn't likely that I had.

Now to come up with an explanation for why I don't have any feathers...


Leslie

I coughed and sputtered, waving my hand in front of my face to clear the fumes. I stood up, brushing the charred remnants of spell-scroll off my jeans. Stupid arcane spell failure... I was perfectly fine with my regular, solid, geometric magic, but nooooo. Master says I should at least be adequate at literary magic. The Hell? When am I ever going to use this garbage? I'm perfectly fine with my runes and pentacles, kaythanks. I'm really good at programming geometric spells, too!

Bleh, whatever... So now I had to figure out where I was. More importantly, however, I had to figure out how to get back from wherever I was. This would be fun. Haha. Not.

I...hate...literary...magic...

Random Guard #5:

Lost? That was nonsense. How do you get lost in a high security Internet Warehouse? "That's silly you...You thieves!! How can you be LOST?" I responded, closing the distance. I pulled out my roll of duct tape to tape their hands together. They looked a bit like they could have been slummers, which struck me as wierd. Whatever. A thief is a thief.

I duct taped their hands together, and after that, pulled out my pistol. "Ya'll are gonna shut up, 'cause You're under arrest for attempted Theft. If you try to run, I'll shoot. If you try to kick me in the shins, I'll shoot. If you don't shut up I'll shoot." I explained. "Start walking." I shoved the guy forward a little bit, in encouragement.

Cricket
I stumbled a step forward, opening my mouth to say something. It felt too real to be a dream. One glance back at Annaleah and I shut myself up. She was looking down, and I couldn't quite tell what her expression was...that scared me. I started walking, trying to meet her eyes.

Random Guard #5:

I walked these guys out of the building, Calling random Guard #6 to take my spot running the pickups. He looked at me in white masked confusion...I guess? You can never tell behind the masks. It was about 200 feet to the Southern Prison enterance, so I just walked them that way. Let whoever was on duty deal with 'em.
Random Guard #7 was there. See...We never learn eachother's names...Behind the masks and all...We're practically identical. It kinda sucks. Sometimes we've had paycheck theft like that. Anyway. "I found these two...Stealing." I said pointing at those two.
"Hmm. Leave 'em here. I'll deal with it." Random Guard #7 Said.

((I propose we skip forward through processing, just for...convenience.))

Peter

The sound of footsteps nearby broke me from my daydreaming. I looked out behind the corner just far enough so that I could sort of see what was going on while still being concealed. Some guy in a creepy mask was marching a couple of kids out of the building I'd been sitting against. Well, at least the people here were human. That was good to know. But what was going on here, exactly? And was I curious enough to try to find out?

Wait a minute...were those two kids Cricket and Leah?!

I pulled my hood over my head, rising to follow. Switching to wind, I leaped up to the top of the building. Bleh...this place was so open! Oh well, there was no way around it. I stepped off the edge of the building, hovering for a moment before flying after them.


Leslie

So...I was on a roof. I found that out pretty recently. Some dude in a creepy mask just marched a couple of kids out of a nearby building and over to this one. Apparently they were thieves. They didn't really look like thieves, to be honest...but eh, wasn't my business.

Also, a Mundane dressed in a dark cloak flew. I'd have to do something about that.

((FF POWERS!! GO!))

T.Mor:

Random Guard #7 came clomping down the stairs to my block with two kids. Well...They looked like kids. Really, That's not saying much. They could have been older I guess, as the whole 'no sustainable food' thing tended to stunt people's growth around here. "Yes?" I asked.

"It stinks down here." He told me. I felt like going 'no dip, sherlock.' but really...That wouldn't have been appropriate to the situation.

"Yeah...Crematorium's out again..." I explained. "Who're these two?" I asked. The one with the sheet of hair across his eyes looked vaguely familiar.

"Thieves. Can't deal with them until next week though... I guess as a result of the crematorium thing..." He said.

"Right. Right...Yeah..." I ran a hand through my hair. Where would I put them? We were so...full. Stupid riots. "Seven isn't TOO full right now...I might actually have to move a body out of there..." I said, remembering the bleeding guy from last night. I went to check. Yep. Bleeding guy was dead. "Put 'em In here for now..." I said, pulling bleeding guy out of the room by his arm.

Random Guard #7 did as told. And after a moment, Bleeding guy had been switched out for those two...really...familiar people. "I guess that's it then..." I dismissed him, and as soon as he disappeared back upstairs, I unlocked cell 7 and walked in. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew these people.

"Hi." I said inarticulately.

Cricket
I looked around at the guard, completely and utterly confused. Trying to retrace my steps. Bell Tower. Electric basement. Boxes. Prison. And now a guard was walking in like he had the intent of polite conversation. "...'ello." I stepped closer to Leah, watching the guard distrustfully.

Peter

Being able to control wind has its advantages. It lets you be pretty sneaky when you need to be... Of course, light is the best of all in the sneaking department. But at least with wind, I could defy gravity, which was pretty awesome alone. And I mean, hey, people didn't tend to look for other people directly above them. That isn't usually where you find people.

But black outfits...and faceless, white masks... Was this...Auda? It very well could have been a place merely similar to Auda...but not a lot of places were very similar to Auda.

I continued on my way.


Leslie

With a quick concealment spell, I was invisible. God, I love magic. It's amazing that Mundane can stand to live without it! I entered the building all stealth-like, creeping about like a flippin' ninja. It was awesome. But I smelled the smell of Mundane...overhead? Oh, it was the flying one again. I still really needed to yell at him or something. And then revoke his magic.

...But the funny thing was...I couldn't smell any magic on him.

T.Mor:

Well. This was awkward. I forgot I was wearing a mask for a moment. I technically couldn't take it off either. Of course they looked like I might go crazy and shoot them at any moment. I hadn't even thought about that. "I'm really sorry to uh...intrude on your...suffering so soon...Uhm. But...You kinda looked familiar to me...And I just wanted to er...Ask if It's at all possible if I know you from somewhere? Like. Seriously. Anywhere. " I asked, completely ignoring the other two occupants of the room. "It's ok if not..." I added.

Annaleah
I stepped forward a bit, thankful for Cricket's protectiveness but at the same time...I'd been sheltered my entire life. I could step forward every now and then. Despite the situation I kept a calm composure. "You are by far the most awkward prison guard I've ever seen...and I should know."

"Wait..." Cricket said suddenly. "'is voice sounds familiar." He paused, and I glanced back curiously. He had the expression of someone trying to put a puzzle peice in the wrong spot. "...I can't tell, with th' mask..."

T.Mor:

"I'm not allowed to take off the mask...or believe me. I would." I said. "I'm not really allowed to tell you my name either..I mean...we're suppoused to be entirely anonymous. There's complete cellblocks who think that we're all the same person. Poor guys...So crazy." I thought about block five. They never stand a chance, the block fivers. I never wanted to work down there. "But...If you told me my name...I couldn't technically lie to you...According to protocol." I said with a grin I knew they couldn't see.

Peter

I made my way over to the cell where Cricket and Leah were. Wait, if this was Auda (was this Auda?), why were they here? Planar mixing?

Okay...now that guard's voice was definitely one I knew. And the soul was unmistakable. Keeping my hood on, I hopped down and landed firmly on the floor.

"T.Mor?"


Leslie

Still no magic scent on that Mundane...but there was a strange energy surrounding him. It vanished as he jumped to the ground. What was with this guy? Staying invisible, I crept ever closer.

[b]Annaleah[/b]
But how...? He was a white-masked, random guard from an unknown location. How could Cricket know him? I just watched, trying to hide my slight confusion.

"T...ah damn. Guy with th' toolbox...Mr. Face's employee. T something. T. T. T..." He ran a hand through his hair. "Mor?" He snapped. "T.Mor! T.Morbid...that was 'is name."

I...thought I heard a different voice after that. It must have been one of the other two prisoners.

T.Mor:

Holy crap. Someone else...I nearly had a frikking heart attack. "WHAT?" I yelled behind me, totally confused. Someone had totally just said my name...right...In the door there. And the guy with the sheet of hair...He knew me too. This was insane. I remembered the other prisoners in the cell...The original occupants.. This was not turning out well for them. The more I said, the more my years of training told me: 'dude. You technically have to shoot them now.' I didn't want to deal with that at the moment. I wanted to deal with the familiar people. And that voice. I turned back to the guy with the hair. "Surprise? You're right." Yeah. Those other two? I had to kill them. This loophole...If anyone found out...I hate killing people.

Peter

"Ah, so this is Auda," I said. "Good. I know how to get back from here. But two Strays...? Gods."

How was I going to deal with that? I guess I'd have to go back alone and send a couple of escorts... That seemed like a sound plan...

Annaleah
Oi. The boy gets around. I looked between the two, not sure if I should be posotively or negetively surprised. "What's the story behind this?" I asked.