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◘ you don't have any items
◘ supernatural offensive or defensive powers are off unless stated otherwise (ask me if you're unsure what this applies to)
◘ you may interact with every other character in the room with you
◘ if you are stalled or unable to make it through to the next room for whatever reason, your character may "black out"
◘ characters who black out will wake up in the next room, when it's open
◘ you cannot backtrack once you've entered the next room
◘ there is a chance of injury, but not death
◘ supernatural offensive or defensive powers are off unless stated otherwise (ask me if you're unsure what this applies to)
◘ you may interact with every other character in the room with you
◘ if you are stalled or unable to make it through to the next room for whatever reason, your character may "black out"
◘ characters who black out will wake up in the next room, when it's open
◘ you cannot backtrack once you've entered the next room
◘ there is a chance of injury, but not death
[ You find yourself in Yato's bedroom. HOORAY. Just where you've always wanted to be!!!
Though unlike his real bedroom, this one is full of things. And not just those tracksuits crumpled up on his bed or those weird stuffed animals in the corner. No, there are also building materials-- wood and stone and clay and the like-- set out deliberately on the floor. His dresser is full of cloth and sewing supplies. His drawing table is covered with all sorts of art supplies. And there's finger paints and glitter and silly scissors and candy and old CDs and more...
But there's something else you've suddenly become keenly aware of: while you're in here, the rest of your friends and teammates are out there. Out in the real world.
And they're forgetting you. As you stand here, wasting time in this asshole's bedroom, you know for a fact they're starting to forget about you, forgetting that you ever existed.
And you also know what that means now. Once the people out there completely forget that you exist, you won't exist. If you're sure of anything, you're sure of this fact.
In fact, you can almost feel yourself starting to fade away already . . . are-- are your fingers becoming transparent?!
You have to do something, fast. ]
[ But if you can't figure out what on your own, maybe that gentleman by the exit can help-- ]
Though unlike his real bedroom, this one is full of things. And not just those tracksuits crumpled up on his bed or those weird stuffed animals in the corner. No, there are also building materials-- wood and stone and clay and the like-- set out deliberately on the floor. His dresser is full of cloth and sewing supplies. His drawing table is covered with all sorts of art supplies. And there's finger paints and glitter and silly scissors and candy and old CDs and more...
But there's something else you've suddenly become keenly aware of: while you're in here, the rest of your friends and teammates are out there. Out in the real world.
And they're forgetting you. As you stand here, wasting time in this asshole's bedroom, you know for a fact they're starting to forget about you, forgetting that you ever existed.
And you also know what that means now. Once the people out there completely forget that you exist, you won't exist. If you're sure of anything, you're sure of this fact.
In fact, you can almost feel yourself starting to fade away already . . . are-- are your fingers becoming transparent?!
You have to do something, fast. ]
[ But if you can't figure out what on your own, maybe that gentleman by the exit can help-- ]
Hi hi~ I'll have my laptop and get in chan in a few.
Have to ask, does a fox familiar count as an offense/defense power? The rest is clearly locked, but have to ask about foxbro.
Have to ask, does a fox familiar count as an offense/defense power? The rest is clearly locked, but have to ask about foxbro.
Just fully natural paws, teeth, and headbutting :)
What the--
[cool, another random happenstance he doesn't understand the reason for. looking around, then at his hands.]
[cool, another random happenstance he doesn't understand the reason for. looking around, then at his hands.]
[that's only mildly concerning. but since there is a gentleman right there, surely he can help]
Ah--excuse me, is that by chance the way out?
Ah--excuse me, is that by chance the way out?
Where the hell is thi-
[FUCK, I'M VANISHING
BETTER SEDUCE MY OWN MOTHER
Wait
Okay no. No that won't help at all. What would help? What could he do in this room, that'd help? It doesn't take him very long to decide on something, at least. How do you make sure you won't be forgotten? Even a inkling would be better than not existing. Something that will mean they can't forget you ever existed, right?
So something, anything, that he makes, that nobody would be able to look at without thinking of him? Something like that. A material object that can't vanish even if he WAS forgotten. So he starts picking stuff out of the materials, mostly clay and paint and..is trying to make a little pig with his haircut.]
[FUCK, I'M VANISHING
BETTER SEDUCE MY OWN MOTHER
Wait
Okay no. No that won't help at all. What would help? What could he do in this room, that'd help? It doesn't take him very long to decide on something, at least. How do you make sure you won't be forgotten? Even a inkling would be better than not existing. Something that will mean they can't forget you ever existed, right?
So something, anything, that he makes, that nobody would be able to look at without thinking of him? Something like that. A material object that can't vanish even if he WAS forgotten. So he starts picking stuff out of the materials, mostly clay and paint and..is trying to make a little pig with his haircut.]
[ hissing slightly under her breath; she looks around for a door anywhere, because that's sensible, right? ]
[ oh and there's a man there. nodding at him, she guesses. ]
[ oh and there's a man there. nodding at him, she guesses. ]
[well, I mean, he's only got like three friends right now. but that would still suck. so he turns to the man near the door.]
Is that thing open?
Is that thing open?
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