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buttrinthum2023-01-01 04:59 pm
TDM #1
Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.
When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.
Will you drink it or not?
There is a parchment, handwritten, and it simply gives you a welcoming:
“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”
You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: poinsettias and mistletoe. You’ll soon find out that being around the poinsettias give you an odd sense of joy no matter how confusing the situation may seem and the mistletoe, which is left over from the holiday season, gives you the desire to kiss or hold hands with the nearest person to you. It looks like there are plenty of others who are just now waking up from their dream-state as well.. why not go ahead and say hello?
With the influx of new life, the humble town a barkeep tells you is called Somnius seems to come alive as well, with new faces to join that of the resident fairies, goblins and other townfolk. There’s bustling energy to the land that the townfolk will tell you wasn’t quite there before, and some suspect that the presence of the new arrivals might be powering the world around them in some way - but that’s a question to be answered on another day. The quaint town of Somnius needs a little bit of care, that rustic feel to the mushroom houses, old shops and weathered castles too evident at first glance, but it’s not a bad place to live, as the locals will tell you. It almost seems like everything will be okay…
But of course, things are never so simple.
Whether you have been wandering around to get your bearings, talking to the locals or exploring your new humble (very humble) abode, you can expect to find mysterious ice sculptures - fashioned in the shape of snow angels, with blades in their hands - appearing in random places around the town. There are some that manifest in the middle of the street, some that sit quietly at the edge of an inn, and even some that appear right beside your bed, staring at you as you wake up. It’s unclear how these sculptures even got here, but close proximity to them will conjure up feelings of unrest, like you should not step any closer.
It’s smart to trust your gut in these situations. Step too close to a snow angel and it will come to life, moving with the grace of flowing water. They make a vague request and will spare only those able to heed it.
“Cold … so cold … Even the days of Visium are so cold. Have you any warmth to spare us?”
Some angels will accept an article of clothing as warmth. Others are greedy and keep demanding more, wanting to take everything that you have on your body. Heed their requests and they will spare you. Resist even just a little, and that’s when they draw their swords.
It’s not too easy to defeat an angel with brute force given that they reform themselves immediately. Running away or blasting them with fire could do the trick. Be careful not to get cut by their blades, however…
Characters who get cut by their blades will experience an inconsolable sense of chill and emptiness, right down to their bones. They will find themselves desiring ‘warmth’ from others in different ways - whether through physical contact, or affectionate words and gestures. There might be the few who go feverish in their desire for warmth. For those characters – the open fireplace is looking like a very tantalizing place to sit in right now (Yes, sit in, not by). They might even feel compelled to pull a friend in with them. That can’t be good for anyone…
The effects will only subside if the condition of receiving ‘warmth’ is met. This can be in the literal sense (physical warmth and intimacy) or figurative (feelings of love, acceptance and happiness).
When night falls, the temperatures only drop further, which does no favours for the poor souls who had to give up their clothing. The locals want to welcome the new arrivals and give everyone an opportunity to unwind from a busy and chaotic day of being hunted by snow sculptures. That’s why they’ve set up a gathering in the middle of town square. Food and alcohol is being generously supplied by The Cask & Anvil, and marketplace vendors have set up pop up stands to try and cajole the new arrivals into purchasing some fancy new clothes or a pretty gemstone they claim will ward off danger (claims not verified).
At the center of it all is a large bonfire that’s warming up the square. Everyone is encouraged to warm themselves by it after a long day, eat, and make merry. In fact, there’s a certain sense of enchantment to the crackling fire that seems to draw even the shiest wallflower in, pushing them to sit with others and make conversation. As the night goes on, the newly arrived dreamers will find themselves settling easily into the warm and bustling mood, any stresses and anxieties melting away. With time, they’ll start to find themselves without a filter, more than happy to talk about themselves and the life they had led prior to coming to Visium. In fact, they will feel compelled to share a story from their past - one that might be joyous, comedic, thrilling, or tragic. Whatever sorts of feelings come attached to their story, it will be one of emotional significance.
In the back of their minds, they might get the sense someone else is listening.
Welcome to the labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.
With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze. Please comment here to request an outcome for your character's labyrinth exploration and a moderator will get to you shortly. (The longest a character can stay in the Labyrinth is 3 days.)
You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.
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sulkthink? As if nearly getting shishkabob'd wasn't enough, now he has to deal with all this shit.And a mascot character, on top... Ugh, she even has fucking. Dad jokes. He'd have been better off dying in that hospital bed than enduring this hell. Literal hell, it seems, if this devil chick is here to reap his soul or what the fuck ever.]
No.
[To both. Now move along.]
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To know he wasn't physically ill at least, what a relief. How does one treat human cold? Such mysteries! Still, Flonne flashes a smile, even in these puzzling times!]
That's good. For a moment, I was worried.
[No way kiddo, this
exangel doesn't plan to leave. In fact, her red heels clicks as she paces close to him while respecting his space.]no subject
Katsuki eyes her, following her pacing with a scowl as his foot taps on the ground in irritation. Is she waiting for something? Is she going to reap his soul or something. Katsuki is so, so fucking tired. He thought dying and going to hell would be different than this, honestly. This is pitiful.]
You fucking want something or what?
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Ahem. Flonne clears her throat, returning to her composure.]
Young man, please watch your language. This isn't a rated R realm.
[Least Flonne don't think. Even Lord Laharl is pretty good watching his mouth, he spits fire instead, and maybe toss a meteor or two. Who needs cursed words in the Netherworld when most arguments are decided by combat? Flonne is conflicted between her home and the human world which is dirty. Decide with your fist? Screech with a speech?]
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[Now she answers his question.]
I'm worried about your well-being, that's all. [Most sinsere answer. Not to mention, to herself, this kid is thirty times younger than her, but let's not get to age difference.]
Traveling multi-nexus is very dangerous for humans. People prefer to solve issues with violence. [Eh heh, sheepish smile. Nothing to be alarmed about. Yes, she sees those wrapped bandages. Though, they look like bandages of a fighter, and it doesn't click just yet. Netherworld don't need bandages, they got healers. If anything, they seem more like accessories than first aid.]
If you don't mind me asking, how did you arrive here?
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Regardless, he has one thing to say to being told what to do by anyone.]
Suck it. [And...yup! There it is!! He's flipping her off already. What a gent. Though he does put it away and lower his arm back to his lap, leaning back on the stone bench and grumbling with his eyes narrowed. Does he really look so fucking weak and pitiful that even this mascot character is concerned for him? It's annoying.] I woke up in a bed of flowers that happened to be in a fucking maze, same as the other extras I've seen wandering around here and there. If this is some shitty isekai RPG or whatever, are you the...
[He makes a face.] Tutorial NPC?
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Clearly this young man watched too many animes and played video games to come up with assumptions about demonic beings. Oh, it's something like that just a little more... nice? Strange?? Demons has lives too! Angels had the same imagination as him, clearly no one bothered to check the facts themselves.
Again, she is left speechless for a brief moment, shocked. How dare he flipped the bird! More importantly.. why do they call it 'the bird'??? It looks nothing like a bird! Humans are so strange.]
Are you sure you're a human?
[A doubt hinted from her voice. Because you talk like a demon. Anyway, she exhales a long and loud sigh, dragging her breath til the end. Argument won't get them anywhere, unless they wrestle it out the demon way.
She hears him out, hands still together on her lap, giving him full attention, nodding as he explains.]
I see. [She press her cheek with her index finger. Is he weak? The answer is 'yes' until proven otherwise. Humans are delicate creatures, like dogs for example. Yes, Katsuki is no more than an angry pomeranian with a short lifespan. She had met some strong humans, but they were more like... adults.
Thinking back, she glances upward recalling how she arrived as well. Before she could progress or even share her input, once again she's taken aback by this boy's sudden conclusion. She makes the same face as before when he flipped the bird, then quickly lowers her brows with a displease look like 'seriously?!']
Absolutely not! If anything-- [She throws an index finger up in the air as if OBJECTING the sky while standing tall.] --I'm the main character trying to solve this nexus crisis and SAAAAAAAVE THE NETHERWORLD FROM A MULTI-DIMENSION DIP!!
[A beat.]
I think.
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Heh...depends who you ask.
[Lord, god, demon, devil, brat...and Hero, of course. Katsuki is a number of things, but he'll always be the same explosive blond through and through. But oh man, this girl...has got some lofty delusions of grandeur, for sure. He would rightfully kick her ass if she voiced those thoughts about him being weak, or anything like a small animal - especially a dog. His quirk may be gone, and he may be injured and stressed out like nobody's business, but he's giving it his all regardless. Just like he always has and just like he always will. One foot forward, until your bones grind to dust.]
...I'll bet you are. [Oh, the sarcasm, the oozing, gushing, dripping sarcasm. But you know what? He's in a good mood (because of the flowers only), so why not amuse this? It could be funny, and take his mind off everything else.] All right, MC...what's your next move, then?
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As Katsuki expresses his small fang, Flonne can't help but smile at this.]
Yeah, you could pass as a demon.
[She expresses her opinion. Long as he doesn't pass as a sinner penguin (a prinny), he'd probably be given the chance to reborn as a demon in his next life.
Sarcasm or not, Flonne is actually pleased he will allow it. If heart emojis could float around here, it'd be over her head as she's smiling and grinning. The sarcasm shrugs off her shoulder like water, what's important here is he's willing to cooperate! Finally, they can form a party and wreck
shitstuff up.]Well, first order of business, we should introduce ourselves. Then come up with a name for our party.
[Oh gosh, she is grinning, and no joy flowers needed. It's like she is creating her own detective hero team from one of her television shows. To start off this rocker, Flonne bows politely.]
I'm Flonne, the Love Angel. [Another beat, as if she's forgetting something. Ah, right.] Fallen Love Angel. Hehe.
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Katsuki makes a face, not sure if this bizarre weirdo is being serious or not. Her personality clashes with his, and it reminds him way too much of certain classmates back home...namely the invisible girl. She's so bubbly and obnoxious and loud...no wonder she's latched onto Ashido. They're one in the same as far as he can tell.]
Bakugou Katsuki.
[His name is all she gets, and he's not moving an inch from the bench, either. Katsuki still feels sore, and the flowers are making him feel relaxed, too. Something he hasn't been in a very, very long time it feels like. Yes he probably needs to start moving and searching for actual civilization - to get answers and get back to where he needs to be, as well as get his wounds looked at and retreated - but...he's enjoying the break. I-If only because the flowers are altering his mood, but. D-Details!!]
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She is a bubbly love-freak angel. Her demon friends are fully aware of that. Even so, even this love-freak can act like a demon.
She flashes another smile, appreciating the human giving her a moment. Although... Hmmm. An index finger presses her cheek will a mild concern. Flonne isn't quite sure yet why the human looks so... exhausted? She's pretty sure is something more. If his ill-manner is anything like Overlord Laharl, it's better to let him be, unless health becomes an issue. She smiles again and allows him to rest. Perhaps the world-hop ordeal drained him.]
Nice to meet you, Sir Katsuki.
[She's pretty sure his name is Chinese! Look at his eyes! Introduction, complete! She slams a closed fist on her open palm hand.]
Yosh! Now a team name! How about.... [Maybe something related to Chinese....] TEAM RAMEN!
[Possibly because she's hungry. Wonder if there are any Chinese takeouts. She is very enthusiastic about this, possibly because Lady Etna and Sir Laharl never let her do something like this. Sure, Flonne comes up with some good ideas, but they're not executed by her, which is a downpour.
Shut up! She's no extra!]When you're ready, we can explore. There's bound to be people here. We just gotta beat the information out of them. Hehe~
[The classic demon way. Or find a phone, whichever comes first. Wait a minute. Can he fight?]