My friends are my comrades. People who I trust, and who trust me. We support each other when we're down, and when we're not we hang out and have fun. We have bonds, in breakable ones that go beyond sense or reason, and basically, my friends are people I can rely on who can rely on me who I really really like!
[You find yourself in a massive room. Though part of that may be illusion since instead of the wall behind you and ceiling, there is that blackness where the cracks have become more pronounced. To the sides are tall generic buildings of black and white, covered in white fire. On the floor, there is what seems to be sand at first glance, but closer investigation would show it to be ash. However, there is also a chess board pattern that can be seen on the floor under it. You are currently on a black square.]
[Spreadacrossthefloorareseveral objects broken into pieces. More distressing may be the fact there are the dead bodies of fireflies, rats, snakes, and goats as well. As well as several bottles of alcohol, some broken, some not.]
[Ahead of you is a torn up green curtain on the far wall, though it's impossible to be sure what's BEHIND it for some reason. However, what may be more important is near the center of the room, a small pedestal and on it a throne of purple stone. Sitting on the throne is Robin, hands and feet bound with red...string? It’s not quite rope, it seems too organic for that. (Though it could be recognized as a Red Miles like substance). She hasn’t noticed you, and she seems to be holding herself...defensively, scrunched in together, as much as her bindings would allow. Despite that, she is still glaring at the one in front of her.]
[From behind, they could almost be mistaken for Robin. Almost. The clothes aren’t the uniform, but instead a long t-shirt and simple leggings. However, her hair is too pale, being pure white, and her skin is slate gray. There also seems to be an aura of darkness around her. Her own body language seems to be more hostile, hands moving in the air, legs spread, looking on the verge of wanting to punch Robin.]
[Though it may be a bit weird to watch. It almost seems like they’re having some sort of argument without any words.]
You're the part if her she doesn't like, right? And she's the part of her that she is. Well, how about you untie her and we'll all talk this out? I mean you seem like a really nice person.
[Well, that is certainly one way of handling things!]
[Yeah, no, this argument is continuing on in silence. Hard to really get specific without the face of the other one, but yeah, she's pretty mad and Roxy maybe be...almost fearful?]
[...Oh Roxy. First instinct might be to punch her captor, but that'd be dumb. So. Placing his hands on his hips and checking out this room! Some of this is familiar, some of it isn't. He is pretty curious about that curtain, but it might be best left alone... This is Nyssa's game; everything's questionable and Roxy didn't exactly ask for this.
[It continues on in silence. Though it may become obvious the gestures aren't wild and erratic. There is deliberation in the movements.]
[Kind of like the few Carapacians who responded to her in her memories.]
[Harder to get a read on what the other is saying without her face, but Roxy? Well, she's starting to look afraid. There's anger, but it's more defensive than anything.]
[You find yourself in a massive room. Though part of that may be illusion since instead of the wall behind you and ceiling, there is that blackness where the cracks have become more pronounced. To the sides are tall generic buildings of black and white, covered in white fire. On the floor, there is what seems to be sand at first glance, but closer investigation would show it to be ash. However, there is also a chess board pattern that can be seen on the floor under it. You are currently on a white square.]
[Spreadacrossthefloorareseveral objects broken into pieces. More distressing may be the fact there are the dead bodies of fireflies, rats, snakes, and goats as well. As well as several bottles of alcohol, some broken, some not.]
[Ahead of you is a torn up green curtain on the far wall, though it's impossible to be sure what's BEHIND it for some reason. However, what may be more important is near the center of the room, a small pedestal and on it a throne of gold. Sitting on the throne is Robin, hands and feet bound with red...string? It’s not quite rope, it seems too organic for that. (Though it could be recognized as a Red Miles like substance). She hasn’t noticed you, and she seems to be holding herself...defensively, scrunched in together, as much as her bindings would allow. Despite that, she is still glaring at the one in front of her.]
[From behind, they could almost be mistaken for Robin. Almost. The clothes aren’t the uniform, but instead a long t-shirt and simple leggings. However, her hair is too pale, being pure white, and her skin is slate gray. There also seems to be an aura of darkness around her. Her own body language seems to be more hostile, hands moving in the air, legs spread, looking on the verge of wanting to punch Robin.]
[Though it may be a bit weird to watch. It almost seems like they’re having some sort of argument without any words.]
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Party Confrontation
One on one confrontation
IRC: #grimdark
If you can't IRC, Game Plurk. Comment to it so I can ping you quickly if need be and can ping me with questions there.
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I'm gonna die probably, but let's continue. ]
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what do friends mean to you?
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... uh, people I can rely on? Do I say that out loud or type it into the air?
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My friends are my comrades. People who I trust, and who trust me. We support each other when we're down, and when we're not we hang out and have fun. We have bonds, in breakable ones that go beyond sense or reason, and basically, my friends are people I can rely on who can rely on me who I really really like!
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...Everything. I don't know what I would do without them.
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[Spread across the floor are several objects broken into pieces. More distressing may be the fact there are the dead bodies of fireflies, rats, snakes, and goats as well. As well as several bottles of alcohol, some broken, some not.]
[Ahead of you is a torn up green curtain on the far wall, though it's impossible to be sure what's BEHIND it for some reason. However, what may be more important is near the center of the room, a small pedestal and on it a throne of purple stone. Sitting on the throne is Robin, hands and feet bound with red...string? It’s not quite rope, it seems too organic for that. (Though it could be recognized as a Red Miles like substance). She hasn’t noticed you, and she seems to be holding herself...defensively, scrunched in together, as much as her bindings would allow. Despite that, she is still glaring at the one in front of her.]
[From behind, they could almost be mistaken for Robin. Almost. The clothes aren’t the uniform, but instead a long t-shirt and simple leggings. However, her hair is too pale, being pure white, and her skin is slate gray. There also seems to be an aura of darkness around her. Her own body language seems to be more hostile, hands moving in the air, legs spread, looking on the verge of wanting to punch Robin.]
[Though it may be a bit weird to watch. It almost seems like they’re having some sort of argument without any words.]
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[Ed takes a deep breath, then breathes out, then waves. Her heart is someone new, and scary or not it's her, right?]
Hi Roxies! Am I interrupting anything?
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HMM! [That would be the bound Robin.]
[Other Roxy turns and WOW, okay, her eyes are just pure white there.]
We're having a very important conversation!
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I know! You guys are trying to talk about stuff.
You're the part if her she doesn't like, right? And she's the part of her that she is. Well, how about you untie her and we'll all talk this out? I mean you seem like a really nice person.
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[Harder to get a read on what the other is saying without her face, but Roxy? Well, she's starting to look afraid. There's anger, but it's more defensive than anything.]
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—Robin! Are you okay?
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[The other Roxy turns and her eyes are pure white to go with the rest of her appearance.] Of course not.
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[Spread across the floor are several objects broken into pieces. More distressing may be the fact there are the dead bodies of fireflies, rats, snakes, and goats as well. As well as several bottles of alcohol, some broken, some not.]
[Ahead of you is a torn up green curtain on the far wall, though it's impossible to be sure what's BEHIND it for some reason. However, what may be more important is near the center of the room, a small pedestal and on it a throne of gold. Sitting on the throne is Robin, hands and feet bound with red...string? It’s not quite rope, it seems too organic for that. (Though it could be recognized as a Red Miles like substance). She hasn’t noticed you, and she seems to be holding herself...defensively, scrunched in together, as much as her bindings would allow. Despite that, she is still glaring at the one in front of her.]
[From behind, they could almost be mistaken for Robin. Almost. The clothes aren’t the uniform, but instead a long t-shirt and simple leggings. However, her hair is too pale, being pure white, and her skin is slate gray. There also seems to be an aura of darkness around her. Her own body language seems to be more hostile, hands moving in the air, legs spread, looking on the verge of wanting to punch Robin.]
[Though it may be a bit weird to watch. It almost seems like they’re having some sort of argument without any words.]