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Shaderic
November 18th, 2011, 08:42 PM
You are, or rather were, a completely normal individual. Living a completely normal life. You went to bed, comfortable and safe.

You did not wake up that way.

There was a strange dream, of blood and chaos. It felt like your body was being torn apart, and then the pieces slammed back together. Again and again this happened, until you awoke from your strange nightmare...

In a stranger place.

There are lots of other people here, too. Hundreds, it seems are all in the same boat as you. Lost and frightened.

A voice booms through out the strange corridors and halls, announcing that the three year seal from the world has been completely engaged. You are trapped here.

In this strange subterranean world, filled with strange golems and magics... what will you do?
___________

Welcome to the Lair, folks.

Please keep the OOC to the OOC thread, unless you're a GM.

PLAYERS
Fangstrike
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>




Usandru
Name: Andreas Lyngsø
Age: 19
Appearance: Thin, tallish (roughly 180 cm), dark-haired Scandinavian with a beard, blue eyes and glasses.
Personality: A natural introvert with trouble approaching people, but no trouble communicating once contact has been made. Defaults to sarcastic humour. Has traits of "The Trickster" that are normally subsumed by a powerful dislike of hurting others, even with just words. Naturally thinks like an academic, and believes calm analysis and open-mindedness is, usually, the correct way to approach the world. Tries to follow his own opinions and morals as best he can, with a reasonable level of success.
Mundane special talents:

Calculus-level math.
Extremely solid pre-university understanding of the humanities.
Speaks academic level English and Danish. Can comprehend standard German.
Fundamental understanding of Computer Science (Java and HTML).
Is very calm under pressure.
Possesses an unusual level of theoretical knowledge of modern (and pre-modern) military strategy, and to a lesser degree tactics.
Learns boardgame rules very quickly.
Basic housekeeping.
Simple sketching ability.
Average pre-university level economics.
Average pre-university level physics.
Simple acrobatics and gymnastics experience (in disuse).
High user-level understanding of computer hardware (can troubleshoot, evaluate and assemble).
High pre-university level Eurocentric history knowledge.
Scattered but extensive knowledge of Asian history, culture and mysticism.
No serious medical issues. Ever.
Competent orator.
Significant writing experience.
Understands general logistical principles.
Is capable of "ignoring" fairly high degrees of discomfort while retaining full mental faculties.
Disadvantages:

Low physical fitness.
Near-sighted (-2.0).
Tends to freeze in "fight or flight" situations.
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

EnigmaticFellow
EnigmaticFellow
Name: Christopher Monroe
Age: 18
Appearance: Has black hair and eyes, slightly brown skin, and wears a pair of glasses.
Personality: A man who keeps mostly to himself, Christopher prefers the more sedentary activities as opposed to the more active ones. He likes to read and study anything that interests him, logic being his strong point and main factor in making decisions.
Mundane special talents: Has knowledge in both the computer sciences and genetics due to studying them. In addition, he is a fast learner; though, he is currently unfit due to lack of exercise.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

AlfheimWanderer
Name: Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Age: 27
Other Data

(http://docs.google.com/document/d/1SoMkcjgRrXR1R-wC13QHo45vbi0xuR6za0e2loJLjG4/edit#)Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

Yun
Name: Jon Snow
Appearance: Standing approximately 179 cm high weighing on around 63kg with dark brown hair, lightly tan skin and gray blue eyes. Physically fit, flexible and is of Scandinavian descent.

Personality:
Hardworking and is usually quiet preferring to listen to others talk but is unafraid to add to the discussion if he has something to add or a suggestion to make. Takes life in stride believing that problems or disagreements should be calmly thought through/discussed. Patient and enjoy helping people. Prefers to make his own opinions on people rather than take what other people say for granted.

Mundane special talents:
Language(Fluent in Spanish speaker but , a native speaker of English and understands Portuguese moderately well knows the bare basics of latin).
Gardening(Food Crops(Corn,Tomatoes(various types),Blueberries,Raspberries,Green beans,cucumbers,squash,plums,peppers), Various outdoor Flowers, Orchids)),
Computer related(Programming(Dos,q basic, C++, C, Java, Python,visual basic,I Phone's language,Linux),Networking(LAN,VPNS), Hardware(Computer building, Electronic troubleshooting, circuit design, circuit board building)
Sports(Swimming,Water polo,Gymnastics, Track and Field(800m to 10k) and Cross Country(5k), Soccer),
Basic college level knowledge(History, Chemistry, Physics w/Calculus, English, Biology, Human Anatomy)
Skilled Housekeeper(Basic cleaning and repair of household appliances,surfaces, etc), Cooking(American and lots of dabbling in various other types)
Misc(book binding, sewing, paper making, childcare, Driving(basic license), soap making, knitting)
Fun outdoor recreation(camping, hiking,Cycling, downhill Skiing)
Firearms(fairly wide range of knowledge on firearms with experience limited mainly to handguns.)

Unusual traits/flaws

High level of discomfort/pain tolerance, along with a ability to grit teeth and ignore it for the sake of accomplishing a goal.
Extremely calm and usually panics when it involves family or close friends.
Can read very quickly while retaining a high level of comprehension.
Bookworm.
Has ADD.
Hates being unable to help a grieving person.
Can swim 100m underwater or 125 above water while holding my breath
For some reason is good with children/infants.
Can fall asleep just about anywhere/anytime if I want to and is also a light sleeper.
Very flexible(Routine stretching and muscle workout)
Excellent peripheral vision.
Generally doesn’t despise/hate people.
Dislikes being the center of attention.
One bad eye
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

alfheimwanderer
November 18th, 2011, 09:18 PM
Save for the quiet tremors of the earth below, there is utter and absolute silence in the chamber at the heart of the Lair, a great cavern of a place hewn from a perfectly smooth jet-black stone, unmarred save for where it had been engraved with the silver sigils of the Tree of Sephiroth and various wards of protection. A hidden chamber where the spellwork behind the great refuge had been laid, where a homunculus lies in the middle of a ritual circle of runes, her chest rising and falling as her senses reach out through stone and air and water, circuits connecting to the rich flows of prana running through the living lair, her dreaming driving the ponderous gears and golems that enabled the Lair to self-maintain over the centuries it was expected to be in operation.

It is a living place, almost sentient, with a vast and alien intelligence guiding it in its development - in its growth - and in how it sustained its denizens, while protecting them from the world above.

Designed as a refuge against the end of the world by a once-prominent faction of magi, the compound was built into Mt. Fuji and under the surrounding forest of Aokigaraha, using the mountain to store an immense prana reserve for future use. And in the event the worst happened, certain alchemical devices had been installed which could convert Grain/True Ether into prana so the base could continue to operate indefinitely.

For many years since initial construction, the base laid dormant, collecting prana from the grand convergence of ley lines around the holy mountain of Japan, waiting to be used. Once entered, however, the base would seal itself for 3 years, protecting those within from the dangerous of the environment outside (toxic air, experiments run amok, DAAs rampaging, ORT) by the simple expedient of isolating the inhabitants in what is almost an entirely different world.

There, time is shifted, space is bent. The ultimate ark for the end of days.

Unfortunately for the faction that ordered the construction of the Lair, they were never able to use the base they had sunk so much of their resources into, as they were annihilated in a clash with Enforcers from the Association. Its current occupants, summoned to the base from another time and another place, are the denizens of Beast’s Lair.

This is their story.

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The feel of the air is passing strange, almost as if one is underwater, and a moment, there is disorientation as the soft voice echoes in one's mind, mingling with thousands of whispers. Cold tendrils seep into thoughts, and reams upon reams of data on the Japanese language and culture are inserted into the minds of those who entered this place out of time. Perfect knowledge of how to write, how to read, how to speak - and more soberingly, when and where one is.

The year is 1992. The place, an apocalypse bunker built into Mt. Fuji, sacred mountain of Japan...by magi.

Some other key words stick out in one's mind.

Magic Association, Holy Church, Demon Hunter Association.

Words intimately familiar to every man, woman and child brought to this strange new world - but only as fiction - where now, the sobering thought begins to sink in that it is all too real - and they are in it.

Fortunately, it seems they have at least three years before the option to leave is available, as the voice imparts one further piece of knowledge before fading:

Information on the Lair.
(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1y_Yp_pRxUZQK8WQK-SAbHXr0qyFabEnX-mD8CgQCWcc/edit)
The presence fades, the cold recedes, and one by one, those displaced in space and time awaken to the new world, finding themselves in a vast cavern with room enough for many more, surrounded by those they have only ever known as words upon a screen.

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Welcome. If you don't know me, I am AlfheimWanderer, the co-GM of this RP, and I am responsible for Zlol365, Ace, Froggie, Sei, Blackdeath6031, DisLaplace, and Deviatesfish but even if I'm not responsible for you, do feel free to hit me up with questions, comments or concerns at any time. I'm looking forward to working with all of you, and I am grateful to Shaderic for the wonderful idea.

'Name': Koshiro Yamada (Not real name, preferred Alias)Age: 19
Appearance: Around 175cm or higher, being of the average joe build. A chinese, he has black hair and looks slightly older due to... not so well taken care of face, and has been mistaken for a japanese or korean in rare occasions. Bears a Singaporean accent in his voice. Other than that, his right thigh is larger than his left due to his experience in fencing.
Personality: The joker. He tends to talk a lot depending on mood, situation and is easily the one that messes up in minor ways. Cheerful on the outside, though has a tendency to go into thinker mode when alone. Most of the time though, decisions are led by emotions, though there is a logic to them as well. Has a serious side to him as well. Gets excited easily as well.
Mundane special talents:
-Has knowledge in fencing, having been in a fencing club as of the time before getting transported to nasuverse
-Has Akido knowledge, but its rather rusty since he has not been to a dojo or anything for a very long time.
-Tends to understand things fast.
-Has knowledge in Chinese and English.
Circuits: 31
Alignment: Fire

Blackdeath6031
GM in charge: AlfheimWanderer
'Name': Suigetsu Ryuuga
Age: 18
Appearance: Approximately 178cm high and of normal build. Obviously unfit, but not obese; though if loose clothing were not his preference, it would be obvious where the fat is generally deposited. Definitely Asian, but of what race is not clear. An accent of both Singaporean and Australian can be heard in his voice.
Personality: Whilst a person who tries to be friendly, he is not good at breaking the ice, or keeping conversations going, which leads to very awkward situations. Tries to be funny occasionally, but generally is much more serious than he would like to be, sometimes returning to logic than emotion. Anti-social, sore loser, apathetic are some of the words which could describe Ryuuga.

Mundane special talents:
· Has experience and is still expanding his programming (currently only knows Java and a very small amount of python) and networking and website design knowledge;
· Average knowledge of computer hardware - building desktops, setting up physical network topologies;
· Concentration and information absorption levels increase as he focuses;
· Very quick to learn languages, especially Asian ones, and is somewhat apt in Japanese mannerisms/styles of speaking and the Kansai dialect;
· Can understand Mandarin (cannot speak);
· Can speak and read basic and some various other Japanese as well as goroawase
· Empathetic and has a habit of considering how his actions and words will affect those around him before enacting them;
· Has an unhealthy interest in weapons and martial arts;
· Some very basic training in Wu Shu (untouched for several years);
· Some skill in cooking, and is a perfectionist when it comes to taste;
· Very fast to learn and near-photographic memory when it comes to things he enjoys;
· Philosophical type;
Flaws to note:
· 'Romantist', but tends to make the worst actions in terms of this;
· Careless;
· Dense;
· Does not drink much water - very dehydrated;
· Inferiority complex, but occasionally uses a tone which makes him seem arrogant;
· Slightly Asthmatic (though not too bothersome);
· Has not touched a pool for about 5 years;
· Initially very, very, very bad stamina;
· Hates memory work;
· Loses concentration easily when he senses something abnormal (especially true for audio)
· No longer as creative as he used to be;
· Strangely marks even slightly-suggestive actions or words as NSFW, and has an unnatural attraction to any females he sees;
· A closet pervert who is into BDSM, but deliberately makes sure he does not let it show in his actions;
· Is not against yaoi, but tends to naturally stay away from it;
· Nearsighted;
· Has visual convergence problems (left eye's point of focus has a difference of about 15 - 35 degrees to the right eye's; ie, has problem with seeing double, and cannot see 3D properly);
· Motion sickness;
· Smells weird smells from cars, buses and car parks/garages which also cause motion sickness;
· Has a peculiar habit to occasionally use 'we' or 'us' to refer to himself instead of 'I' or 'me';
Circuits: 44
Alignment: Water

Name: Unlock more flags noob >:|
Age: 15


Appearance: Very short, long black hair, Asian.
Personality: For GREAT JUSTICE
Mundane special talents:
Ballroom Dancing
Cooking
I can speak English!
And I'm not blind!
Very basic First Aid training
Website construction/desgin


Flaws:
Asthma
Nonathletic
Lazy
Circuits: 39
Alignment: Wind

GM in charge: alfheimwanderer

Name: Louisa Ferre (Froggie)

Age: 27

Mundane special talents:

Speaks Spanish, English, and French.
Basic knowledge of programming and computer repair.
Basic knowledge of karate.
Basic acting skills.
Quick to learn and adapt.
Good at sneaking up on people. (I love doing this)
Usually very patient.
Doesn’t get hangovers.
Can drink copious amounts of alcoholic beverages without becoming drunk.
Industrial Engineer - Has basic knowledge of accounting, psychology, human resources management, optimization, logistics, chemistry, physics, advanced mathematics, electronics, marketing, business management, project planning, etc.
Because of current job, has developed good people skills and is an expert at listening, picking out important details in conversation, and feigning interest while exuding an amicable façade, even if bored senseless.
Flaws to note:

Usually very lethargic and listless during the day.
Near-sighted. Requires contacts or glasses to be able to see normally.
Can be casually hurtful without meaning to.
Is prone to overthinking and overcomplicating simple problems.
Will procrastinate and laze around unless faced with a deadline.
Is prone to indecision and wasting time when faced with an “unimportant” choice.
Despite having a high tolerance to alcohol, will often drink until unconsciousness.
Very private, keeping emotions and worries bottled up. Prone to occasional emotional outbursts when overstressed.
Due to an old accident, suffers from occasional knee joint pain. If forced to stand, walk, or run for extended periods of time, will end up developing a limp.
Circuits: 34
Alignment: Average One

Name: Katherine Yen
Age: 21

Appearance: 160cm, 50kg, slim build with better-than-average upper body strength, shoulder-length black hair, a Japanese-looking face despite being actually of Chinese descent. Luckily – or unluckily – she also appears much younger than her real age, frequently considered by other to be only 16 years old.


Personality: Usually puts on a happy-and-cute girl act, but is in truth very reserved and calculating. She is able to perform well under pressure, and is usually very practical – to the point of borderline merciless. She observes the world, but is reluctant to actively trust anyone or become involved in any kind of binding relationship, preferring to being the ‘shadow king’ rather than the figure taking responsibility. She values self-preservation, and will ensure her safety before she starts considering helping others. That being said, once she had decided to give her loyalty to someone, it would be near impossible for her to forsake it. She would usually attempt to dissolve an argument and keep matters civil for as long as possible, unless she is currently in one of her… moods. She tends to awake as soon as someone enters her room, and she can function well as long as she has around 5 hours of sleep. She also has an ability to ignore stimuli, making her able to tolerate relatively large amounts of pain, noise, high/low temperature, and other distractions. She is therefore able to sleep even when a moderate amount of sound is around - but just not with people coming into the room.


Mundane special talents: Pharmacy degree, basic First Aid training, basic fencing (foil for two years), very knowledgeable on history and geography (and thus maps), speaks English and Mandarin, plays the cello (5 years), Tarot reader, has a keen sense of smell and hearing, good eyesight with no need for glasses, good swimmer, very good communicator due to her pharmacy training and excels at calming down people who are stressed, excellent social skills when meeting new people, very organised and does not delay matters, a member of a 24-hour suicide and panic attack emergency hotline for 7 years, has a good aim with a gun, has a masculine personality and would not shy away from tasks that the society considers ‘guys-only’ (such as physical labour and strong liquor, both of which she can tolerate).




Odd Traits/Flaws:
• Despite her usual appearance, she in fact finds it extremely difficult to connect the two imbalanced, chaotic parts of her personality. In the day, she is usually cheery, friendly, sympathetic to others, and look optimistically at life. In the nights, however, she often switches to a cold, analytical, cynical, and very pessimistic person. She has little to no control over this fluctuation to her moods, something she had mockingly dubbed ‘a diurnal bipolarism’. This ‘dark mood’ can overcome her during the day as well, something that is troubling her deeply, especially as she is supposed to be a healthcare worker and needs to be fit to help others.
• Due to a ‘problematic’ past, she harbours a deep mistrust for everyone, even those who are her friends. As such, she often finds herself at an emotional distance from others, unable to immerse her psyche into the humanity that surrounds her. This, combined with her mood swings, caused her to muse on grave philosophical matters over the past few years. The doubt of how can she ever find the purpose of her life – and the fear that she might never find it before she dies – perpetually haunts her, and prompts her to dark monologues (and changes in her speech) that her flat mate might have to put up with.
• Little to no physical training in recent years, though being a pharmacist has improved her upper body strength drastically (delivery boxes are HEAVY!)
• Very difficult to provoke her, but once she is seriously provoked, she will resort to violence… very quickly.
• Tends to speak very quickly when thinking, and as a result others often find it a little bit hard to keep up with her.




Circuits: 39
Alignment: Water

Lair Profile: Dis Laplace
Name:
Alan Law
Nickname: Morale
Age: 19
Appearance: 5'8", Asian, with medium black hair and brown eyes. Medium-slim build. Tends to wear a either jeans and a hoodie under a jacket with a lot of pockets. Wears glasses but doesn't exactly need them. . . most of the time.


Personality: Situational; Base Pesonality: Shy guy, speaks very little. Tends to go out of his way to avoid people when he can do so, excluding certian circumstances. Extremely polite, slow to anger most of the time. Highly curious at times, even to the point of childishness. Strange sense of humor.


Mundane special talents:


-Art: Ceramics. Loves coil and pinching.
-Mental Mapping: Can find locations in regards to where I have previously been.
-Mental Simulator: Can imagine any objects or events as long as they can be described. (Just don't ask me to imagine a dodecadodecahedron or a traumatic event of any sort.)
-Language: Fluent in spoken English. Knowledgeable in Chinese(Cantonese & Mandarin)at an elementary level; completed three years of Spanish at high school(Heavily in disuse).
-Armament Instinct: Instinctively familiar with most conventional weaponary. (This was a complete accident, I swear.) However I have no actual training in most of them.
-Violin: Informal learning (Extremely heavily in disuse)
-Athletics: Competition swimmer(2 years in disuse, but still love swimming); Basic Kung Fu training(heavily in disuse; but can still put up a fight if need to); learned golf (on accident); learned badmintion in college
-Sneaking: Tends to go around unnoticed by others. Has gotten down to a tad to avoid most people.
-Studious: Enjoys studing to a certian degree.
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Flaws/Noteable traits:


-Farsightedness: Far sighted in left eye. Right eye is fine though.
-Sensitive Auditory Sense: Very sensitve to sounds. May sound like a good thing, but there are times where it's too much trouble for it's own good.
-Memory Recall/Retrevial Failure: Some parts of memory may difficult to remember or recall
-Strange-brained: Odd thoughts may appear in mind. May be distracting. May also affect behavior.
-Kleptomania: Does not affect me anymore, but please keep all writing utensils, paper, and all manner of sharp and pointy objects just in case it does crop up again.
-Love of words: Loves literary devices
-Bookworm: Loves books and reading. Can relieve stress.
-Non-sequitur Humor: Sense of humor may spontaneously go through the roof. And by through the roof, I mean it hops onto a mass driver to space and breakdances into the Crab Nebula.
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Circuits: 29
Alignment: Average One

Name: Shen (Family name), Ren (Given name)


Height: 165 cm (Approximately 5’5”)
Weight: 55 kg (Approximately 120 lbs)


Appearance: Chest length, messy black hair usually a mess but sometimes bound in a ponytail, black eyes, hard to see pupils, lean, athletic build, almost no body fat, Asian. Prefers casual, monotonous clothing, white, gray or black colors. Usually frowns or pouts, unless faking a smile because being watched by someone. Doesn’t like to wear skirts or long socks. Likes baggy sweat-pants. Likes business suits best. Likes high-class clothing. Doesn’t like tight clothing. Have rather long eyelashes.


Personality: Reacts to different people differently.


Will be as polite as possible in front of strangers, taking the most neutral stances and unwilling to show any true emotion. Pathological liar and a hypocrite in front of strangers, but never outright lying, usually misdirecting or omitting information. Always thinking of how to best incapacitate strangers and get away without being caught.


Bipolar to friends and either completely loving or absolutely hating. Moods flip without warning or reason, usually over minute details that others over look. Likes to joke about random things and finds random other things funny even when no one else does. Likes loyal friends and is loyal to friends when others would abandon ship. Hates backstabbers. Clingy towards good friends. Likes when friends are all happy. Dislikes dishonest friends. Tells everything to friends.


Is very detail oriented unless focusing on a greater goal. Doesn’t like boastful people or pushy people. Likes to know about every aspect of a situation before entering it, but will make spontaneous decisions based on mood. Many reasoning and decisions made with emotions even while analyzing the situation without emotions at the same time. Likes sweets. Dislikes clingy people. Is clingy. Doesn’t like people who do good things for the sake of being good; doesn’t like “goodie-two-shoes” type characters, but has a soft spot for people who do good. Has a sadistic side that goes beyond the extreme. Likes to inflict torment and torture with an aggressive passion that is passed cruel and unusual. Quick to violence when provoked. Easily depressed. Has poor self-esteem. Self deprecating and attention seeking.


Is sometimes in one’s own dream world and very strange to others. Likes when girls wear tight clothing. Loves natural blonds.


Mundane Talents:


Languages – Chinese (Mandarin), Casual Japanese, English, Spoken Arabic (learned from high school friend), Spanish (3 years in high school), Ancient Chinese (learned from father)
Martial Arts – Tae Kwon Do 2-dan, Muay Thai practitioner for 8 years, Recreational Tai Chi, Recreational Krav Maga, Recreational Mixed Martial Arts, Recreational Yoga
Extremely Flexible – due to conditioning (Can touch back of head with toes)
Golden Rule – Very Good at Making Money
Business Skills – Finance, Economics, Accounting, Venture Capital Investment, Securities Investment, Futures Investment, Management, Chinese Guanxi Creation
Seduction – Pretty Good at This
Masseuse – Shiatsu, Oiled, Full Body, Qi Gong An Mo
Cooking – Chinese, Japanese, moderately alright at making Western dishes
Household – Cleaning, Maintenance, Knitting
Art – Professional Painter, Recreational Sketcher, Recreational Clothing Designer, Casual digital drawing/painting
Lucid Dreamer – 8 years of regular meditation
Computer Related – C++, building computers, Office, photo editing
Sports – State-Level Varsity Golf, State-Level Table Tennis, Amateur Tennis, Amateur Badminton, Competitive Swimming, Casual Jogging, Casual Basketball, Casual Out-door Camping
Torture and Interrogation – Good at torture, below average at interrogation
Tourist – Have traveled to all the continents of the world, very well traveled in all continents
Analytical – Quick to understand aspects of a subject/topic/object and ways to exploit it
Drifting – Used to go out driving like a maniac for 2 years
Tea – Brews Good Tea of Orient Varieties
Entrepreneur – Helped start up several businesses
Psychology – Studied for two years in college


Odd Traits/Flaws:


Extremely Farsighted – Everything is blurry without glasses, can still read and see, but need to strain/focus eyes
Ilya-sexual – Obsessed with Ilyasviel von Einzbern
Nail biting – compulsive fingernail biting
Cuddles – Personality is like a cat most of the time
Extra-sensitive Hearing – Can hear things from across a campus, usually unnecessary or unwanted things
Procrastinator – When it doesn’t matter
Perfectionist – When it doesn’t matter
Writing – Sucks at this, writes porn
Picky – Very picky about friends, usually sees all a person’s flaws before seeing a single good trait about them
Geeky Memory – Remembers every small detail of all favorite series
Awkward – Doesn’t follow social norms
Unfocused – Easily distracted
Shiny – Easily distracted by shiny things
Should Not Touch Coffee – Becomes hyperactive after consuming coffee (stays up for up to 24 hours with one small cup of regular)
Showers – Likes to stay in hot showers for as long as possible
Bed – Likes to stay in warm, fluffy bed for as long as possible
Depressed – Easily offended or depressed
Lacks Self-Esteem – Believes self to be worthless, tries best to please precious friends and family. Usually feels like failure, likes attention from close friends


Circuits: 56
Alignment: Water


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Name: Ryan LaFeverAge: 18


Appearance: 6'6"(198 cm), 210lb (95kg), average build, mostly pale skin from lack of outdoor activities. Extremely thick, short, dark brown hair, that curls as it grows. Shaven. When not shaven, many people tend to mistake him as much older than he actually is, some even going so far as to assume he's well into his 20s.


Personality: Usually detached, he prefers to sit back and observe a situation rather than participating. Will step forward if something catches his interest. Not particularly talkative. Usually brushes aside any kind of insult with an inward retort, never going out of his way to escalate an argument or cause a confrontation. Always thinking about how a situation could proceed, and gets very upset when things turn out unexpectedly. Never outwardly expresses any emotion around people he isn't comfortable with. He keeps a poker face in the company of those he only considers "acquaintances" or "strangers." Opens up slightly to people after getting to know them, but still prefers silence over conversation. Typically rather awkward, and incapable of carrying a conversation for a long period of time. Absolutely abhors boredom, and finds watching others very entertaining. Has been told he's very cold and distant, and because he never tells a lie or sugarcoats the truth, those who aren't already close to him consider him brutal and mean when giving his opinion.


Mundane special talents:
A decent jogger
Excellent health
Fast metabolism
Extremely tolerant of cold weather
Experience in fighting, though not trained
Has ample survival skills
Good culinary skills
Capable of withstanding the spiciest known foods in the world


Mundane flaws
Heavily near sighted (Is there something 10 feet away from me? I can't see it)
No outstanding physical abilities or strength outside of jogging
Bad hearing in the left ear
Sub-par education, hardly paid attention in school. It was boring.


Circuits: 34
Alignment: Wind

Name: Feaura Malice
Age: 24


Appearance: About 5’ 9” tall, of petite yet well-toned build. Is caucasian with short, shoulder-length red hair and a small ponytail, and green eyes. Has a small scar cutting halfway through her right eyebrow. Sounds like a normal, educated young American woman. Can sometimes be found clutching a long midnight-blue quilt.


Personality: The icebreaker. She can walk into a room and easily start up a conversation with strangers and engage them from the start with an interesting opening. Cheerful on the outside, and acts as someone that others can vent their frustrations on. Most of the decisions she makes are logically thought out, but once she decides upon a course of action she does not like to change it. Once others get to know her, they find that she is actually quite shy. (Except when nude, see below)


Mundane special talents:




-Has knowledge of staffplay, having self-taught herself with hockey sticks and other pole-shaped objects for over fifteen years. It is also how she kept her toned physique


-Decent knowledge in translating Japanese to English. As long as she has a computer and the right programs to do so.


-Likes to walk around in the nude when alone. Can have clothes on or off when others encounter her.


Circuits: Closed
Alignment: Locked

SeiKeo
November 18th, 2011, 09:28 PM
The sounds of your sleep seem now unfamiliar. Humming computer fans, buzzing traffic, screaming drunk partiers...

...replaced. Replaced with an experience rare to most of you: the pure sound of nature. Birds flit about in the air, twittering in the true sense of the word. A stream babbles in the distance, indifferent to your presence. A few inquisitive chipmunks flee into the woods as you wake into their world, an assortment of Adams and Eves in the Garden.

Maybe, it would become urgent to find out how you are here, and for what purpose. But for now, you are at peace, the violence of your dreams forgotten.

The cavern is your oyster. Make of it as you will.

100%

As you know, I am Der Leo, GM for the esteemed group of Lianru, Optimus, Elyrin, Airen, and Satehi. Word.

xelloss
November 18th, 2011, 10:03 PM
Name: Somat Richards
Age: 17
Appearance: Long hair, not physically fit but not overweight, tends to wear his hair in a ponytail. Incredibly thick glasses.
Personality: I dunno how to describe my own personality, lol.
Mundane special talents: Animal Care, and not much else.
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

I woke up and the first words out of my mouth were-

"What the fuck."

Yun
November 18th, 2011, 10:52 PM
Stirred from your pleasant dreams by a sudden shift in your surroundings. A soft unyielding surface has taken the place of your comfortable bed and is accompanied by a refreshing breeze bearing the familiar scent of nature with it.

The wildlife bolts as you clutch your head in a desperate attempt to relive the pain besieging your head that is acquiring knowledge at a truly phenomenal rate. Yet just as suddenly as the agonizing pain arrived it fades away leaving behind a rather comprehensive understanding of your current circumstances.

Circumstances that are yours to forge into a new life filled with a endless amount of possibilities. To achieve whatever desire, objective or goal you naively believe to be within arms reach.

_____________


Greetings I am Yun and I'll be your co-GM for the duration of this RP. So my daring or perhaps not so daring group composed up of Erlkonig, RacingR Chaosgreyblood, Bloble, Drakon136 please try to stay alive long enough to save and/or doom the world a couple of times otherwise I'll be bored!~

Name: Darko Alexandrov
Age: 16
Appearance: About 6 feet 2 inches in height. Tall, but not lanky, with natural broad shoulders. A young yet mature face with short curly brown hair.
Personality: Polite but quiet in the company of strangers, is loud and boisterous when comfortable. (Yeah, can't really describe myself very well.)

Mundane Special Talents:

Strong Swimmer
Naturally Athletic Body
Fast Metabolism
Fast Learner
Big Eater (eats almost anything except bananas)
Low-Average Music Ability (Piano, Flute, Vocal)
Very Loud and Booming Voice
No Stage Fright/Shyness

Mundane Flaws
Very Slightly Near Sighted
Young and Has Not Yet Completed High School
Slightly Childish

Circuits: <22>
Alignment: <Water>
Name: Nemo Joncker
Age: 21 Cycles
Appearance: Brown Hair, Green Eyes, taned/redish skin, 5'9"
Personality: Measure Twice, Cut Once/Tragedies Happen/All of those clever reasons were wrong.
Mundane Special Talents: Quick Read with Retention/imaginative(spends 1- 2hours a day dreaming up something)/construction/basic engineering/grilling(beef, chicken, fruit, and vegetables)/strawberry preserves(more sugary jelly, also better tasting)

Flaws: new obsessions may distract him from other activities(i.e. food, friends, responsibilities)/while normally mild, when Provoked he may loss his temper and resorts to violence

Circuits: <50>
Alignment: <Fire>
Name: Tanner Wlos
Age: 13
Appearance: Medium blond hair, average build, 5'7-ish.
Personality: Too hard to describe myself >_>
Mundane special talents: Little cooking skill
Disadvantages: Lazy, wimpy, little endurance, procrastinates a lot, can't remember much
Circuits: <38>
Alignment: <Earth>Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1

Name: Chaos Greyblood (real name unknown)

Age: 18

Appearance: Average height, has short and dark brown hair and possesses black eyes. Is neither overweight nor excessively fit, has a somewhat athletic build.

Personality: Somewhat keeps to himself at times, but knows when to keep a cool head and when to explode. He has a willingness to learn, but tends to be reckless with things. Wants to try his best in any venture that he attempts and tries to see it through in spite of circunstances.

Mundane Special Talents

- Is talented at writing (Apparently)
- Can cook general meals, nothing overly complicated
- Possesses an amazing accuracy when shooting or throwing objects
- Can see or remember some things that people may miss
- Adapts to circunstances once he knows what's going on
- Can be unpredictable when the need arises

Flaws

- Tends to be easily excitable and impulsive at times
- He becomes a brooding young man when something gets him upset

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>
Name: Nikolai Vladimore
Age: 19
Appearence: Looks very thin at first glance. 169 cm and 60 kg. Long auburn hair, teal eyes and really pale skin. Has a bit of a beard and mustache, but could look girlish if he shaved. Wears glasses, or modified sunglasses when it is too bright. He generally looks... strange, in comparison to most people, but it is hard to point out the strangeness itself.
Personality: Dunno how to describe it.
Mundane Talents: Fast runner, it is noticeable than his legs are more muscular than the rest of his body. Fast metabolism. Fast learner. Has a bit of theoretical knowledge of a diverse amount of matters. First year student of Systems Engineering. Knows a bit of basic housekeeping. Used to play basketball some 6 years ago. Speaks perfect Spanish and knows English. Has very, very good imagination.
Flaws: Low endurance. Bad at dealing with pain. Lazy as hell. Near-sighted. Loses it under too much pressure. Gets very irrational and becomes an asshole when seriously angry. Also has a tendency to get headaches easily.
Circuits: <37>
Alignment: <Earth>
Name: William/KnightTurtle or any variance of thereof
Age: 14
Appearance: 5'4", Asian, with black hair and brown eyes. Rather thin and bony, and tends to wear pretty boring clothing, generally pants and a shirt/jacket appropriate for the season.
Personality: A shy person who hopes people approach him instead of the other way around. Has a large amount of emotional insecurities, and tends to be more susceptible to emotions like anger/jealousy/hate/despair than most people. Seems prideful, but that pops as easily as a balloon next to a needle does. When he finally knows someone, tends to be a tad arrogant, rude, and insulting, however, this just covers up the fact he's willing to be your bitch help you out anytime, anywhere.

Also cries/tears up at the sad parts in every single movie ever.
Mundane special talents:

Tends to learn academic concepts and such incredibly quickly.
Capable of remembering a wide variety of random facts.
Naturally fast, despite being rather unfit.
Incredibly loyal and tries to help friends when they ask for it/need it in whatever way he can.
Knows some Latin, the bare basics and quite a few words.

Disadvantages:

Terribly unfit.
Has low-mild near-sightedness.
Barely has a middle-school education.
Easily susceptible to negative emotions.
Tends to forget things, no matter how important.
Has low self-confidence.
Has mastered procrastination to an art form, and will only start working when the deadline is close.
Tends to cling to familiarity and friends.
Picky and primarily carnivorous eater.

Circuits: <22>
Alignment: <Wind>
Name: Ben / Neir

Age: 25

Description: American. 5'10", short brown hair, ~200 lbs. Solid, somewhat broad build. Generally wears plain t-shirts and jeans. Looks significantly younger, 18-20. Not thrilled about it.

Personality: You already know. Veterinary student. Loves animals. Focuses more on the humor of situations. Generally a jack of all trades, master of none kind of situation.

Skills:
-College Graduate (with all the skills that entails)
-Fencing (sabre)
-low level judo/karate
-guitar
-piano
-cello
-high alcohol tolerance
-basic surgical skills

Flaws:
-sensory integration - senses are enhanced. A flaw because it makes smells, sounds, touches more intense than others would find them to be. It's actually rather a pain in the ass.
-addictive personality - easily caught up in things that are highly stimulating to a ridiculous extent.
-generally unfriendly/poor social skills
-terrible memory for names
Circuits: <43>
Alignment: <Average One>

Bloble
November 18th, 2011, 11:16 PM
Name: Darko Alexandrov
Age: 16
Appearance: About 6 feet 2 inches in height. Tall, but not lanky, with natural broad shoulders. A young yet mature face with short curly brown hair.
Personality: Polite but quiet in the company of strangers, is loud and boisterous when comfortable. (Yeah, can't really describe myself very well.)

Mundane Special Talents:

Strong Swimmer
Naturally Athletic Body
Fast Metabolism
Fast Learner
Big Eater (eats almost anything except bananas)
Low-Average Music Ability (Piano, Flute, Vocal)
Very Loud and Booming Voice
No Stage Fright/Shyness

Mundane Flaws
Very Slightly Near Sighted
Young and Has Not Yet Completed High School
Slightly Childish

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>


I'm sleeping, comfortably and warmly snug in my bed. I want to stay asleep for a bit longer, but I have to get up. Yesterday was a nice day, but the weekend is over, and there will be school tomorrow. I'd better get up quickly-

- quiet tremors of the earth below - Tree of Sephiroth - gears and golems - seal itself for 3 years - ultimate ark - Central Dogma: The chamber of the homonuculus - self sufficient in terms of food produced - Pool of Stars - Crystallization: Prana can be - Bounded Fields offered - Dreaming Net -

- Lair -

My eyes open. I don't move for a moment, not because I'm sleepy, but because my mind is still digesting all of the information that has just been dumped into it. I can't even think; my brain is lagging too much from trying to process all of this stuff.

I don't move for another 5 seconds, when my mind finally finishes processing that info dump.

My first conscious action upon waking up in a completely fictional world with a bunch of people I've never met before, in a time possibly before I was even born is to sit up straight, and look around.

What I see is more than a dozen people around me, all in similar states of disarray. Most seem to be young males, though I don't really look hard enough to notice discrepancies in my quick analysis.

Once I remember how, I lean forward and shakily stand up, noting numbly that I'm standing on crisp clear grass, where I clearly remember it being November.

Ah, there we go. I remember how to talk.

"Ah, damnit. This is real, isn't it?" I speak, not especially loudly, but my voice is naturally loud, and even at this volume the people should be able to hear me. But I don't care. I'm lost in my own world right now.

I look to they sky as I am often bound to do when thinking, and instead of a bright sun or cloudy day, I see a vast ceiling, high up, taller than the CN tower even. And jutting down from this earth and metal sky are several buildings, faintly reminding me of Neon Genesis Evangelion's Geofront.

Damnit, no sky to stare at. I blink, and come to a realization.

No internet.

"...Oh well." I murmur to myself. "It could be worse."

At least I'm still a guy.

Blackdeath6031
November 18th, 2011, 11:37 PM
Blackdeath6031
GM in charge: AlfheimWanderer
'Name': Suigetsu Ryuuga
Age: 18
Appearance: Approximately 178cm high and of normal build. Obviously unfit, but not obese; though if loose clothing were not his preference, it would be obvious where the fat is generally deposited. Definitely Asian, but of what race is not clear. An accent of both Singaporean and Australian can be heard in his voice.
Personality: Whilst a person who tries to be friendly, he is not good at breaking the ice, or keeping conversations going, which leads to very awkward situations. Tries to be funny occasionally, but generally is much more serious than he would like to be, sometimes returning to logic than emotion. Anti-social, sore loser, apathetic are some of the words which could describe Ryuuga.

Mundane special talents:

Has experience and is still expanding his programming (currently only knows Java and a very small amount of python) and networking and website design knowledge;
Average knowledge of computer hardware - building desktops, setting up physical network topologies;
Concentration and information absorption levels increase as he focuses;
Very quick to learn languages, especially Asian ones, and is somewhat apt in Japanese mannerisms/styles of speaking and the Kansai dialect;
Can understand Mandarin (cannot speak);
Can speak and read basic and some various other Japanese as well as goroawase
Empathetic and has a habit of considering how his actions and words will affect those around him before enacting them;
Has an unhealthy interest in weapons and martial arts;
Some very basic training in Wu Shu (untouched for several years);
Some skill in cooking, and is a perfectionist when it comes to taste;
Very fast to learn and near-photographic memory when it comes to things he enjoys;
Philosophical type;
Flaws to note:

'Romantist', but tends to make the worst actions in terms of this;
Careless;
Dense;
Does not drink much water - very dehydrated;
Inferiority complex, but occasionally uses a tone which makes him seem arrogant;
Slightly Asthmatic (though not too bothersome);
Has not touched a pool for about 5 years;
Initially very, very, very bad stamina;
Hates memory work;
Loses concentration easily when he senses something abnormal (especially true for audio)
No longer as creative as he used to be;
Strangely marks even slightly-suggestive actions or words as NSFW, and has an unnatural attraction to any females he sees;
A closet pervert who is into BDSM, but deliberately makes sure he does not let it show in his actions;
Is not against yaoi, but tends to naturally stay away from it;
Nearsighted;
Has visual convergence problems (left eye's point of focus has a difference of about 15 - 35 degrees to the right eye's; ie, has problem with seeing double, and cannot see 3D properly);
Motion sickness;
Smells weird smells from cars, buses and car parks/garages which also cause motion sickness;
Has a peculiar habit to occasionally use 'we' or 'us' to refer to himself instead of 'I' or 'me';
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

..Tr...Sephiroth...
...FF7?
..Aokigahara...
...Naruto?
...Gain/True Ether....
...Wai...
...DreamingNet...
......Wait, what...?

I open my eyes, noticing that something was quite different.
...Perhaps that's an understatement.
Something was VERY different.
But what?
...Let's see...
No pillows?
Check.
No bolster?
Check.
No Prisma Illya/Ahenherebe poster at the foot of my bed?
Check.
No desk which that poster is attached to?
Check.
No gaming desktop?
Check.
No Kuonji Alice sports towel hanging on the door of my room?
Check.
No door?
...Check.
...
No Beach Stars Sakura figma?
....The desk's not even there...
.... ....
....
...No thing between my legs?
...
...
...
Oh, good. At least something's still consistent with what I'm used to.
...So...

I continue my ponderings, as a loud buzzing hits my ears as usual and strange information is processed by my brain.
After awhile, my expression turns dope, and my jaw drops, making my mouth agape.

...What are these...what? what? what?

As the numbness dies down, I hold my numb head.
Then, as though I did not receive any information whatsoever - as I still had not come to terms with it - the words finally escape my mouth.
"...Where...are we...?"

EnigmaticFellow
November 19th, 2011, 12:17 AM
EnigmaticFellow
Name: Christopher Monroe
Age: 18
Appearance: Has black hair and eyes, slightly brown skin, and wears a pair of glasses.
Personality: A man who keeps mostly to himself, Christopher prefers the more sedentary activities as opposed to the more active ones. He likes to read and study anything that interests him, logic being his strong point and main factor in making decisions.
Mundane special talents: Has knowledge in both the computer sciences and genetics due to studying them. In addition, he is a fast learner; though, he is currently unfit due to lack of exercise.

100%

It certainly was one of the weirder nights I had, a seemingly endless dream of blood and chaos assaulting a man who usually has silent nights.

'Perhaps I should look at my surroundings?'

It didn't really help me much besides learning that I am in an enclosed compound filled with mostly men around my age.

'So, what next?'

Before I had a chance to even think about it, it came. An information surge which gave the necessary explanation of what was going on. It assaulted me for some time, making me lose any train of thought for the duration of the process. It wasn't until afterward that I was able to think clearly again.

'What's going on?'

A question which was already answered before I even conceived it.

zlol365
November 19th, 2011, 01:58 AM
'Name': Koshiro Yamada (Not real name, preferred Alias)
Age: 19
Appearance: Around 175cm or higher, being of the average joe build. A chinese, he has black hair and looks slightly older due to... not so well taken care of face, and has been mistaken for a japanese or korean in rare occasions. Bears a Singaporean accent in his voice. Other than that, his right thigh is larger than his left due to his experience in fencing.
Personality: The joker. He tends to talk a lot depending on mood, situation and is easily the one that messes up in minor ways. Cheerful on the outside, though has a tendency to go into thinker mode when alone. Most of the time though, decisions are led by emotions, though there is a logic to them as well. Has a serious side to him as well. Gets excited easily as well.
Mundane special talents:
-Has knowledge in fencing, having been in a fencing club as of the time before getting transported to nasuverse
-Has Akido knowledge, but its rather rusty since he has not been to a dojo or anything for a very long time.
-Tends to understand things fast.
-Has knowledge in Chinese and English.
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

"Oh my god."

The first three words that he said out loud when he looked at the surroundings. Then he grabbed his head as information was deposited into his head. First thing:

Ether?
Magi?
DAAs?

HUH?

He then thought slowly.....

The world was mystical, crazy, technological. Yes, that was all he could think. Beautiful. it took his breath away. Then, inside him, he shed tears in his heart. It was real! He was here... somehow!

......

So the first thing he decided to do....

was to shout.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Uryuu Ryuunosuke moment had happened again.

Usandru
November 19th, 2011, 12:31 PM
Name: Andreas Lyngsø
Age: 19
Appearance: Thin, tallish (roughly 180 cm), dark-haired Scandinavian with a beard, blue eyes and glasses.
Personality: A natural introvert with trouble approaching people, but no trouble communicating once contact has been made. Defaults to sarcastic humour. Has traits of "The Trickster" that are normally subsumed by a powerful dislike of hurting others, even with just words. Naturally thinks like an academic, and believes calm analysis and open-mindedness is, usually, the correct way to approach the world. Tries to follow his own opinions and morals as best he can, with a reasonable level of success.
Mundane special talents:

Calculus-level math.
Extremely solid pre-university understanding of the humanities.
Speaks academic level English and Danish. Can comprehend standard German.
Fundamental understanding of Computer Science (Java and HTML).
Is very calm under pressure.
Possesses an unusual level of theoretical knowledge of modern (and pre-modern) military strategy, and to a lesser degree tactics.
Learns boardgame rules very quickly.
Basic housekeeping.
Simple sketching ability.
Average pre-university level economics.
Average pre-university level physics.
Simple acrobatics and gymnastics experience (in disuse).
High user-level understanding of computer hardware (can troubleshoot, evaluate and assemble).
High pre-university level Eurocentric history knowledge.
Scattered but extensive knowledge of Asian history, culture and mysticism.
No serious medical issues. Ever.
Competent orator.
Significant writing experience.
Understands general logistical principles.
Is capable of "ignoring" fairly high degrees of discomfort while retaining full mental faculties.
Naturally highly agile.

Disadvantages:

Low physical fitness.
Near-sighted (-2.0).
Tends to freeze in "fight or flight" situations.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

95%

Where... am I...?

This single thought overrode everything else. I was not supposed to be where I was. There was a disconnect somewhere. The place I was supposed to be, and the place I was in, were not the same, and I could see no reason for the change.

Why... am I here...?

My head was aching as it tried to resolve the influx of information, much of which came through channels I had never before used. Information that the full weight of my knowledge and experience screamed was impossible and that something, everything was wrong.

Except it is far too real. The fact alone I can construct full sentences in Japanese, can replay half-remembered sentences and dissect them down to their grammatical components and semantic nuances, is proof that this is not merely some almost-dream state where the border between memories and fiction blurs.

I shouldn't be that good at Japanese yet. Even if I doubled, tripled, quadrupled, my efforts to learn, I doubt I could manage this level in less than a full year and likely only with far more time and effort.

An impossible event that has still stubbornly occurred. In the face of that, what is my presence in a world-branch of what I would have called the Nasuverse? Inter-universal transference is hardly a well-documented affair. Why, it might even be natural. The influx of knowledge is far more frightening, because that is almost infinitely more unlikely without attributing it to some meddlesome sentience.

Or in other words, something has been rooting around in my head.

I wonder what it saw.

My smile, as I rise from my position on the ground, is wry, darkly amused at my own thoughts as I am. I can feel a clump of rising terror and grief in my stomach, but the world around me still seems unreal, dulling the feel of my bubbling, raw emotion.

Indeed, aside from the mental energy spent inspecting my surroundings calmly under the almost meditative trance I seem to be in, my only real thought is...

I really hope this isn't also an Evangelion crossover. That would be... bad.

Optimus
November 19th, 2011, 01:40 PM
"Name": Ferdinand T. Huxley

GM in charge: LeopardBear

Age: 18

Apperance: Around 167 cm, slighltly lower, of the average build. Spanish with European facial features, chestnut hair and brown eyes. Looks younger than he actually is when he shaves. His accent is a weird combination between his native language, Spanish, and English, possibly due to his random nature.

Personality: This man usually keeps to himself, though he doesn't really mind the company of others... Unless they intend to interfere with his personal agenda. A good-willed, but stubborn person whose usual method to achieve his objectives is sheer determination. Slightly pessimistic and socially awkward, gets nervous and loses composture easily unless he's focused in a task.

Mundane talents:
-Basic knowledge in physiology, anatomy, biochemistry and biology and a very small number of pathologies obtained during his two months of class at the Medicine Faculty before he was transported to the Nasuverse.
-Has knowledge about English and Spanish.
-He has a pretty good memory when it comes to both images and wording.
-Has already seen a dissection of a human corpse, so it's going to be difficult to impress him with that sort of stuff.
-Has patience with the things that interest him.
-Good at distinguishing useful and useless information with acceptable speeds.
Flaws to note:
-Low tollerance to pain and is also known for being slightly hypochondriac.
-His capabililities for physical labor are very limited due to mental and physical restrictions. Gets tired easily, lets go at the slightest sign of exhaustion, etc.
-Most of his plans tend to have either fatal flaws or be completely unecessary.
-Initially, it's easy to put him under stress.
-Has little self-control, especially when dealing with emotions and such; it's very easy to set him off.
-One of his eyes have a slight myopia which lets him see properly most of the time without glasses, yet his sight gets tired more easily than the average.
-Doesn't know when to fold them; once he starts something, it's hard, if not impossible to make him give up.
Circuits: <Locked>
Allignment: <Locked>

_________________________________

... I'll be honest. I was afraid to open my eyes.

I wanted to think that the silence, only broken eventually by the echoes from others' voices, were nothing but part of a dream. I wanted to think that those sensations would disappear the instant I wished so.

---It was nothing more than a delusion that did not last long.

<cavern sigils Tree of Sephiroth spellwork homunculus gears golems denizens world protect refuge faction Aokigaraha prana reserve worst Grain/True Ether conversion indefinitely operate isolation space time ultimate ark>

Information the previous day when I went to sleep... Correction. Knowledge the previous day I had thought to be mere "fiction" was forcibly engraved into my brain to the point where I no longer could think of it as a mere fantasy.

<1992 Mt. Fuji. Bunker Magus Mage's Association Demon Hunter Organization Holy Church 3 years Seal bunker chamber at the heart of the Lair>

Words and data that then did not make any sense were recorded inside my brain for future reference. I also became aware that, somehow, all kinds of information about Japanese culture and language were being dumped into my head, perhaps through forced changes of my neurons' shapes and connections?

I took a few seconds to rest before opening my eyes. As I apparently had been told, I was in a great cavern where only the sounds of nature and the people lying besides me could be heard.

I shifted my focus from one place to another in denial. As much as I'd wished to live in a world where magic and the such existed, that was long before I started my own career in Medicine. My life was already great as it was, so why now? One year earlier I would have been the happiest person in the world, but now...


"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The cry from one of the persons who were with me in the cavern brought me back to reality. That was the past. This was the present. I stretched and lazily stood up as the thoughts inside my head became clearer.

-"When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best..."

I couldn't help but smile. Now of all times I remembered that song? Before I realized, I was already humming a song from a movie I'd watched long time ago (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHPOzQzk9Qo) and smliling. If this was a dream, I'd make sure to enjoy it to its fullest, right?

Erlkonig
November 19th, 2011, 02:21 PM
Name: Francisco Gutiérrez
Age: Early 15 (Seriously IRL age)
Appearance: Short black hair, black eyes, somewhat tall (Almost 180cm), not physically fit but not overweight either. Tanned skin.
Personality: Kind towards friends, civil, rather arrogant when he is concerned, willing to help those who ask.
Mundane special talents:
-Speaks, writes, and understands both English (USA version) and Spanish (Uruguayan version)
-Quickly soaks in new information
-(Flaw) Horrible at manual skills, including crafting, music, drawing, and the like
-Good sight
-Patient
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

When my eyes opened, I blinked. "¿Qué mier-" (What the fu-) Where was I? Wildlife surrounded me, and the lush surroundings which I would've formerly appreciated had this been any other situation, posed themselves as terrifying to me. This made no sense. This made no sense. I must be dreaming. That was what I told myself.

And then-

My brain exploded.

My eyes closed as I clutched my head, trying to bear all the influx of information that whirled inside my brain like a torrent of knowledge that refused to let me think clearly. Eventually, the pain faded, leaving me a gasping, heavily breathing person kneeling on the floor.

This... This was...

I tried to scrape the sleep away from me, rubbing my eyes. The information surge had left me wide awake, and now I realized where I was. My mind fumbled, trying to grasp at any kind of knowledge I could associate to this information

--Ah.

"The... The Moonlit world?" I gasped out, standing up. I looked around, at all those who surrounded us. I didn't know these people. But there was a strange sense of familiarity, an eerie itch on the back of my head.

Airen
November 19th, 2011, 07:05 PM
Name: Joshua Williams

Age: 17

Appearance: Rather tall, has short brown hair, wears normal sized glasses, and possesses hazel eyes. Is neither overweight nor excessively fit, the best way to describe it would be to say that he has the physical build of a runner.

Personality: Remains calm and collected during times of trial, though has a tendency to act passive aggressive when he's angry. Likes to make jokes when he's around his friends, and is protective of them to some extent. Won't go looking to help strangers but has no problems with helping someone if they ask for his assistance. Will forgive the destructive actions of others but will not forget that the actions took place, will sit and listen quietly to the stories of others if they seem depressed. Likes to give advice, but will insist that his words are simply advice and that the consequences of doing what he says should not be connected with him, funnily enough, his advice normally just reflects what people refuse to acknowledge about themselves. Is accepting of basically everyone, and even the people who make him mad will get a polite greeting when he encounters them. Is loyal, although he will act against the self-destructive tendencies of others, even if said others don't really want him too.

Mundane Special Talents

- Has a light talent for archery.
- Is talented at writing (Apparently)
- Can cook general meals, nothing overly complicated
- Patient
- Is good at talking people through their problems
- Keeps calm during stressful situations
- Is good at remembering written information
- Has excellent reflexes
-Can run for extended periods without growing excessively tired

Flaws

- Has a tendency to procrastinate
- Gets nervous when speaking in front of large groups
- Tends to ask too many questions when he's worried about something


Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>
- - -


He awoke to the sound of a bird chirping, which, ordinarily, would not have been that big an issue. For you see, the young man known as Joshua Williams had a pet bird, a single pet bird named Chicken. So the sound of birds chirping only became an issue when more birds than he owned all began making noise at once.

...What the hell?

Opening his eyes against the wishes of his body, he sat up and looked around, vaguely noting that he had fallen asleep wearing his glasses the previous night.

He appeared to be in some sort of forest, or perhaps an overgrown garden...


"What the fuck."

And it appeared that there were other people here as well, people who apparently couldn't help but swear loudly at some unspecified time in the morning.

Was this a dream?

Using the age old method of pinching himself to check if he was sleeping, he was rather annoyed to find out that he apparently wasn't asleep on his bed, as he should have been...

Ah well, still drowsy, he pulled himself to his feet, and headed towards the voice he had heard before, intent on figuring out if the person knew where exactly they happened to be at this moment.

Elyrin
November 19th, 2011, 10:52 PM
Name: Kyle Wlos
Age: 17
Appearance: Long blond hair, skinny build, around 5'7.
Personality: Dunno how to describe myself~
Mundane special talents: Some cooking and housekeeping skill, generally good memory, decent sprinter
Disadvantages: Big on procrastination and laziness, somewhat physically weak, not much endurance
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

"Ah...?"

I open my eyes slowly, then squeeze them shut again as I'm hit by a torrent of information. Time, location, a few terms I can recognize, writing, language... Japanese? After a few minutes, the flow stops, and I can think straight again. I try to open my eyes once more to look around. Lush surroundings, birds chirping, more people lying on the ground, some getting up...

Hm. I should probably think about that myself. I slowly pick myself up off the ground, and take a minute or two to stretch, making sure everything still works. Nothing seems to be broken, although I have a killer headache. I'll have to deal with that new information sometime, I guess. But not now.

"...so. Hey, guys. What's up? Anyone know what's going on?"

zlol365
November 19th, 2011, 11:01 PM
"...so. Hey, guys. What's up? Anyone know what's going on?"


Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

He turned around and looked at the person who said it. With a big smile, he shouted:

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool!"

He then started to say, "Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

Helias
November 19th, 2011, 11:33 PM
Name: Tanner Wlos
Age: 13
Appearance: Medium blond hair, average build, 5'7-ish.
Personality: Too hard to describe myself >_>
Mundane special talents: Little cooking skill
Disadvantages: Lazy, wimpy, little endurance, procrastinates a lot, can't remember much
Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

<Geofront, Bounded Fields, Central Dogma, Aeroponic bays, SCWO, Gaia Park, Bamboo Forest, homunculus, Dreamer, Scrying Room, Lair...>

And my peaceful slumber was awoken by strange thoughts being forced into my mind. Wh-wh-what the hell? What's going on?

<Dead Apostle Ancestors, servants, Clock Tower, Holy Church, Demon Hunter Association...>

The words being forcibly imprinted upon my brain began to change. The phrases were more familiar this time. No... I-it can't be... I just couldn't possibly be in...

"The Nasuverse..." I whispered aloud. It was impossible. I couldn't be in the Nasuverse. It defied all the laws of possibility.
Yet, here I was, in the Nasuverse. Something, somehow, ignored all the laws of possibility, and brought me to a non-existent reality. This was, of course, impossible. But I think I figured that out by now.


"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool!"

"Well, yeah, I think I figured that out when thoughts of magi and Dead Apostles were shoved into my brain while I was napping." I observed my surroundings, finding nothing of interest to me. "So, what now? Probably gonna be stuck here for a while."

Bloble
November 19th, 2011, 11:40 PM
Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

He turned around and looked at the person who said it. With a big smile, he shouted:

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool!"

He then started to say, "Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

Darko Alexandrov
Week 1


...

I turn from my slightly too emo stance of staring into where the sky should be to look at the guy who just screamed 'COOL' at the top of his lungs. I shudder. Why does that remind me of the serial killer dude from Fate/Zero so much? I'd better avoid him...

However, what the chinese guy just said is much more interesting, and at the same time, shocking. Why would someone other than me know that, unless...

The COOL guy, another person who seems to recognize these terms, and now this dude who's calling the Nasuverse GAR...

This can only mean one thing.

I turn calmly to the guy who looks like he's hyperventilating, and can't keep a smile from coming to my mouth. "You're probably not the only one who's dreamed of here."

This place... now that I think about it, it really is 'COOL' that I woke up here. All of this reeks of dimensional shenanigans, but if Zeltrech is real as well, that wouldn't be so surprising.

The smile that's been tugging at the corner of my mouth since I woke up finally breaks out into a pure grin.

"Greetings, everyone! Welcome to the Nasuverse." I proclaim, utilizing all of my abnormally large lung capacity. My voice, loud enough to be heard in a theater above an entire orchestra, is heard by every one around me.

"We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

alfheimwanderer
November 20th, 2011, 12:23 AM
(Week 1 - Player Post)

Profile of Mikhail Daud Vishnya

(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SoMkcjgRrXR1R-wC13QHo45vbi0xuR6za0e2loJLjG4/edit)http://i1219.photobucket.com/albums/dd436/Salience1/Mikhail.jpg
(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SoMkcjgRrXR1R-wC13QHo45vbi0xuR6za0e2loJLjG4/edit)
(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SoMkcjgRrXR1R-wC13QHo45vbi0xuR6za0e2loJLjG4/edit)________________________

I don't recall exactly when I went to sleep, or even if I truly went to sleep. All I knew was that one moment I was revising a game design document for an as-yet unnamed MMO, and the next, I was caught in a dream of blood, fire, and chaos. The smell of death and despair was all around me, lingering in the air, a cloying scent I had never quite forgotten from my days as an EMT, though this time, there wasn't a clear source of the miasma. No gunshot victims, bleeding out from stomach wounds. No victims of motor vehicle accidents, with chunks of brains and shard bones strewn across a freeway, with police and firefighters warning people away from flaming wrecks. No victims of gangrene, the black and green bodies reeking with the putrid stench of rotting flesh. And no victims of abuse, their bodies bloated up with gas, faces frozen in a rictus of fear as their corpses lay within their own filth, stripped of life, stripped of decency, stripped of human dignity.

If only it were so simple.

For I found myself at the end of the world, collapsed upon my knees. All around me, the air was thick, filled with poisonous grains of darkness burning at my throat and eyes, choking me so I could not breathe, could not speak, could hardly see at all. From the west, a breeze blew, giving the sweet but false promise of relief for my lungs - but that, like the cake that had been promised to us as compensation for our mandatory overtime - that too, was a lie.

I retched, I gagged.

I screamed.

Drawn by the unnatural sound, swarms of beings that seemed like angels swooped down upon me, their claws and talons ripping into my flesh, their teeth tearing into skin and sinew, with one particularly beastly creature sinking her fangs into the hollow of my throat and severing the carotid artery, as bright red blood spurted out into the dying world, painting the ground red.

And just like that, I died...and was reborn, summoned into that hell time and time again, a condemned Prometheus waiting for the eagle to rip out his liver every morning.

'Ironic that I should use that metaphor of all things, considering the source of my ills...'

--It was a dream, of course. A vision of the end of the world, and my personal end, but it was hardly the first one I'd ever had...or the worst.

Since I was eleven, there was one dream that appeared every once in a while, a vision of a city wrapped in a sheet of flame, with me as a shambling survivor of a great disaster. I scrabbled through the ruins, searching for something, perhaps, for someone, finding nothing till the end. The end when I saw a half-crushed body sticking out from a pile of rubble, the face miraculously unmarred, and my heart in despair. In that dream, I fell to my knees, looking to the heavens...as a crack sounded, and a toppling skyscraper ended my life.

Needless to say, I was quite used to pain by now. To dying.

I don't know how long I was caught in that paradox spiral of death and rebirth, how long it took for my remaining sense of pain to fade, but eventually, the world of death dissolved, and I came awake as icy fingers stabbed into my mind, flooding my numb mind with a torrent of data I had not expected, images, words, and things far beyond my understanding flooding through me, into me, slamming into me with more force than a speeding car - or the ground after one loses one's footing at the top of waterfall (but giving the same impression of being unable to stop falling).

1992 A.D. Mt. Fuji. Central Dogma.

'Evangelion...? No...'

Prana. Magi. Bounded fields.

'Oh...oh...wait...'

Magic Association. Holy Church. Demon Hunter Association.

'...Nasuverse...?'

That in itself wasn't too unusual - except for the fact that the information had been delivered in Japanese (a language which I regret to say, I was not quite proficient in yet) - and that I understood it perfectly.

'False memories? Or have I stumbled upon another alternate path in dreaming...?'

That would be one of my other quirks, that when I went to sleep in my normal life, I would generally awaken in an alternate world where World War II had never happened, with all the repercussions thereof (including me being much younger because I would not have been born as I was, and dating a Japanese girl named Ryouko who was very good with knives - in the kitchen of course), living out a day there, till I slept and woke up in a world where the world had befallen some kind of great Cataclysm (I was inclined to think thermonuclear war), and I was a wandering swordsman who served as the apprentice/errand boy of a powerful Witch until I slept. In both those timelines, I had a full set of memories not quite my own, so I could hardly say that this was something new - though this rapid a dump was strange - I had awakened simply knowing in those other cases.

There was also the possibility that this was something that happened in my lucid dreaming space, the grand cafe between worlds, mostly populated with characters from many fictional universes, a place I used to do much of my writing and brainstorming, with various characters consulting and pointing out various things to me.

'Or playing pranks, in the case of good Kohaku-san...I have not forgotten the last time she drugged me. Talk about one's characters coming to life and having a mind of their own - even in a place that is a poor man's reality marble.'

Somehow though, this felt different from the usual, as it had none of the thousand natural shocks that flesh was heir to, but another shock when I opened my eyes, finding myself in the same clothing I'd worn to work (the corduroy jacket, black slacks, and red--no cardinal shirt)...and laying on my back in a vast cavern, with bird fluttering around and golden light streaming in through the ceiling. As I pulled myself to my feet and glanced around, details I couldn't possibly have known about the place came to the forefront of my mind - things about a pool of stars, hydroponics/aeroponics, crystallized prana, a Personal Entertainment Suite and Dream Theatre, as well as other such things about its full capacity that reminded me of one of the space settlements I'd helped design in my youth for a high school competition.

And then, as the fog of sleep faded, I noticed all the people around me, with me very near the outskirts of the crowd. Hundreds (mostly male) gathered in a cavern that not been shaped by human hands - hundreds whose postures sang with unease, fear, trepidation...and at least one who thought that this was "COOL", while several recognized the setting as the Nasuverse..

'Type-Lunatics...I know that term. And GAR - that was not in the data dump. Apparently I'm clustered together with some group of Nasu fans, and Zelretch is probably real - unless Cafe!Kohaku has drugged me. Again. Still, even if that's the case, the memories seem to indicate otherwise, and until I know better, might as well treat this like reality. Those alternate streams are real enough, after all...'

"Curiouser and curiouser..." I murmured to myself, observing all the activity about me and taking in the faces of the many strangers I was now in the company of, my eyes chanced upon an oddly familiar individual - one I thought I recognized from a group picture I'd seen over the #notes IRC channel once - though I of course knew I could be mistaken. 'Is that perhaps Froggie...? Hm...I suppose I'll have to find out later.'

For now, I needed to find out more about who I was with, and explore the compound we were to be staying in for three years. And if I seemed calm - well, it was hardly the first time I'd found myself in an odd situation in what might well still be a dream, and having been in life or death situations with people shooting at me, I was less-inclined than most to start panicking just because I found myself in an unknown situation.

I mean, at least I was alive, whole, and wasn't in particularly murderous company.

...I hoped.

...even if I did have the beginnings of a monstrous hangover - or at least a headache.

...and I hadn't even had a drop to drink.

Still, the show must go on, and so must I.

________________________

Plans for Week 1: 1) Find War Room and explore its offerings; 2) Chat up other people, find out more about situation and if they'd like to cooperate; 3) Get other players to pool seed money for investment purposes

Blackdeath6031
November 20th, 2011, 02:34 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The loud shout startled me and the shout made my splitting headache worse.
Wondering what the commotion was about, I looked in the man's direction.
He looked similar to me - Asian, bearing the same complexion of someone who lived in one of the countries of Indonesia, Malaysia, the Philippines or Singapore.

"...so. Hey, guys. What's up? Anyone know what's going on?"
Another one spoke up. His syntax and diction made it seem like he was more calm than the...rather excited, Asian one.
From the looks of it, he looked Caucasian. If my guess was right, with brief comparisons to Maynard and Blaise from MONKEY MAGIK, this guy's a Canadian.
That Asian immediately responded to the Canadian with....

"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool! Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

---What?
--No, seriously, what!?

Before I can continue on my train of thought, another one exclaimed - also seemingly Canadian, "Greetings, everyone! Welcome to the Nasuverse. We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

Rather than trying to comprehend the situation, and despite my hopes already being raised, my logic kicks in and ruins all the fun.

"Keh, that's silly," I blurt out, scoffing. "That world's a fiction made by Kinoko Nasu. Sure, it might be cool, but actually entering the 'verse wouldn't be this easy!!"

...That said.
What was all that knowledge that felt like it got jammed into my brain?

I think I can relate to how Shirou felt when he tried to remove that shroud now...

______________________

Plans for the week: 1) Get used to new setting; 2) Get acquainted with other BLers 3) explore base and ensure accommodations and necessities for everyone are arranged

zlol365
November 20th, 2011, 02:37 AM
Koshiro Yamada
Week 1


"Well, yeah, I think I figured that out when thoughts of magi and Dead Apostles were shoved into my brain while I was napping." I observed my surroundings, finding nothing of interest to me. "So, what now? Probably gonna be stuck here for a while."

Pausing for the moment, He took a deep thought and said, "Well... I don't know who might you guys be and stuff... But since we're here, we might as well-"


"We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

Pausing for the moment, he looked at the guy who said it. Took a deep thought. And then he said, "Could it be by any chance... We guys..."

He calmed down and finally said, "From Beasts lair? From the legendary forum?"

No, he was not going to wait for any responses. His gut told him the answer will probably be a yes. No, he did not care anymore. At this moment, his joy was at a climax. No it was higher than the climax. And it needed a overused joke. yes. HE MUST SCREAM THIS!

"THIS IS TOO DAM COOL DAM IT!"

Finally, gaining his composure with a few deep breaths and a long moment of silence. He announced, "I'm a bit shy around my real name, so you can address me by my alias, Koshiro Yamda. Nice to meet you guys. And if you are from the beasts lair side, i'll probably be known as Zlol365."


"Keh, that's silly," I blurt out, scoffing. "That world's a fiction made by Kinoko Nasu. Sure, it might be cool, but actually entering the 'verse wouldn't be

"NONSENSE! Anything is possible!"

Immediately rebutting back. 'Koshiro' would not take such unbelief! He must shower him in burning passion!

------
Week plan:
1) Know everybody
2) Try to explore the possibility of learning magic
3) Find where they keep those spellbooks

Bloble
November 20th, 2011, 03:23 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

As the words I've just said leave my mouth, I blink. Like a spell shattering, the full realization of what I've just done crashes into my head. I immediately close my mouth and a slight blush of embarrassment spreads across my face. I can't believe I just yelled like that in front of so many people! I mean, I wasn't as bad as Mr.COOL, but still-


"Could it be by any chance... We guys..." He calmed down and finally said, "From Beasts lair? From the legendary forum?"

Eh? Mr.COOL is from BL? I didn't think that much of a coincidence was possible. First, Type-Moon fans and now BLers? This is too good to be true!

...Actually, it is too good to be true. Either that, or it's not a coincidence. Still, that can wait. I'd better introduce myself. "I don't know about you, but I've frequented BL a few times." I pick my way through the tangle of bodies, over towards Mr.COOL the BLer. I finally make my way there and stand a few feet from Mr.COOL, as I've just noticed he's dressed... kinda not for public interaction, much like myself.


"THIS IS TOO DAM COOL DAM IT!"

And he responds by yelling about COOL once more. While I'm standing right next to him. Needless to say, I'm holding any more conversations with this guy from a distance before I lose my hearing.


"I'm a bit shy around my real name, so you can address me by my alias, Koshiro Yamda. Nice to meet you guys. And if you are from the beasts lair side, i'll probably be known as Zlol365."

But then he drops a bombshell on me. Zlol365? I know this guy! We've spoken before on BL! "Well nice to finally meet you in person. I'm Bloble!" I say it loudly, as usual. But actually meeting a BLer in real life is almost as exciting as waking up in the Geofront.


"Keh, that's silly," I blurt out, scoffing. "That world's a fiction made by Kinoko Nasu. Sure, it might be cool, but actually entering the 'verse wouldn't be this easy!!"

And enter Mr.Buzzkill. Only seconds into the start of my new life and I've run into the logical one who's gonna ruin everyone's day with his gosh darned logic. He seems to be asian, although I can't tell what race exactly, and otherwise resembles a perfectly average person. Of course, he looks a few years older than me, just like everyone else here, but I can live with that.

Still, I'd better calmly explain to that guy that we don't need someone who makes magic boring in here-


"NONSENSE! Anything is possible!"

But good old Zlol365 is here to save the day. I knew I could count on him to take my side! And I might just forgive him for all the COOL so far!

"Zlol is right! (http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=5376134)" I say sternly to Mr.Buzzkill. "You can't discount such a possibility instantly without presenting evidence to back up your claim." I rudely point my hand in his direction, and wag my finger sternly. I present the fact that we are all in a chamber reminiscent of the Geofront from Neon Genesis Evangelion as proof that we are not in our normal universe, as well as the info dump of Japanese language and culture that we just recieved! Counter that!"

Probably not a good idea, considering everyone here is going to think I'm an idiot, but who cares!? I'm too giddy to be polite right now! The sheer thought of this being real is enough to drive my sense of shame out of my body! I'm not even caring about the fact that several of the people here are totally naked, and that I'm shirtless right now!

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Week 1 Plan:

1. Get to know everyone and settle any emotional problems within myself.
2. Find a good place to sleep and live temporarily.
3. See if I can't find any spell books in this place, preferably ones that might teach me how to open any magic circuits I might possible have.

Helias
November 20th, 2011, 03:32 AM
Tanner Wlos
Week 1


"We're all Type-Lunatics here!"

"Type-Lunatics? Hmm, that's an odd name. Not sure if it would fit with me, but I know the last part would certainly fit someone here," I glanced over towards Mr. COOOOOOOOOOOOOOL as I spoke. I've heard that phrase before, but I can't remember where.


"Could it be by any chance... We guys..."
He calmed down and finally said, "From Beasts lair? From the legendary forum?"

Oh, yeah. Definitely makes a bit more sense now. Not really enough to matter, but it's a start.

"Well, now it's starting a bit more sense. Apparently, it seems that all of us, who seem to be forumites from Beast's Lair, have somehow appeared in the Nasuverse. Don't know how, but I don't care, because it's awesome." I paused for a moment, and pondered over what to say next. "Now then, just so we'll know who the hell we're dealing with, I suggest we at least give out our forum names."

I glanced over towards Mr. COOOOOOOOOOOOOOL, who identified himself as zlol. "Zlol, I'm going to call you Mr. Cool, due to your overly-enthusiastic shout earlier. As for my name," I turned towards everyone else, "my forum name would be drakon136. Pleased to meet you all." I smiled slightly, and continued on. "Well then, now that I introduced myself, I'm going to wait until someone else gives their name, then I'll leave, because this place is boring and my legs are getting sore."

zlol365
November 20th, 2011, 03:36 AM
Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

This was it. It did not matter if it was shocking, not believable, etc. the only way to argue this was not by the looks of the surroundings. The only way.... was to....

First. He slapped himself. Hard.

Nope. Not a dream. Fantastic.

Next. Worries, doubts aside. There was a cool building there. It was like a neon genesis evangelion kinda surrounding, etc. Mysterious... yet welcoming. Like as though it was made for them. Was it? It felt like a safe place for now. Therefore his logic was rather simple.

As Drakon immediately mentioned:


Well then, now that I introduced myself, I'm going to wait until someone else gives their name, then I'll leave, because this place is boring and my legs are getting sore

"Well, we can only find out if we enter the building. Info-dump or not, i believe that staying out here would not be that wise an option. Though we should wait for the rest to awake or to decide. And as drakon said, some of us might just be bored here and we're tired."

Well, it was one of his serious moments. All the hype he had finally had chilled off. No, if this was nasuverse, magic... would have to be a good priority. Opening the circuits, finding his 'origin', etc. Only then might he figure out....

Why the heck were they here?

Blackdeath6031
November 20th, 2011, 05:34 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"NONSENSE! Anything is possible!"

"Zlol is right! (http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=5376134) You can't discount such a possibility instantly without presenting evidence to back up your claim. I present the fact that we are all in a chamber reminiscent of the Geofront from Neon Genesis Evangelion as proof that we are not in our normal universe, as well as the info dump of Japanese language and culture that we just recieved! Counter that!"

...I guess I can't go against that.
Having these peeps from BL here as well make it more believable, too.

"Right, fine," I let out a sigh and raising my hands in arrest. "I stand corrected. They do say 'innocent unless proven guilty', after all..." I add that quote, having the one who identifies himself as 'Bloble' make a Phoenix Wright reference.

"Having all these stuff as we do makes it hard not to believe as well, huh..."
....Wait, info dump of Jap?
...I might try testing it out just for fun then.

「で、僕らの状況あんた等何が知ってる?」I ask, querying what these people know of our situation with a slight intonations as though I was speaking the Kansai dialect - of course, I wasn't. I was merely using a very casual form of the generic Japanese.

Then pausing, I try to retrace what those people said.
...So one of the Canadian's is Bloble - makes sense considering how he mentioned it in Notes before.
The hyper-Asian is the Singaporean zlol - makes sense, how he keeps repeating that line...
The other Caucasian is Drakon...Which I admit I haven't spoken to much on BL...he looks like he's also a Canadian...
And if I'm guessing right, the other Canadian guy is Elyrin. The...err...yeah.

"Regardless, since we're introducing ourselves...I go by Blackdeath6031. But you lot probably know me better as Bee-Dee or Faker, huh?
... ... ... ...
Also, zlol, I know both of us are Singaporeans and your Singlish probably hasn't deteriorated like mine, but I'm calling you Ryuunosuke."

Erlkonig
November 20th, 2011, 08:08 AM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1

I blinked, hearing all the names around me. This... Zlol, Bloble, drakon, Blackdeath... "-You guys!? Hey!" I waved at them, running towards them. Finally, hope! This wasn't just Nasuverse, there were people I knew here! And even if this Lair thing was like a mix of Evangelion and Nasuverse, I was pretty sure we were in Nasuverse. I ran towards them hastily, managing to reach them in short time.

"Huff... Puff... Give me- Give me one sec, guys..." I said, breathing heavily. After a few seconds of heavy, I reincorporated myself. I'd better not miss this window of opportunity that has opened up. "Well, looks like the whole gang's here. I'm Erl, by the way. Or Francisco, if you want my name- It's not actually the name I go by, but it is on my ID. And I think all of you knew my real age, so this shouldn't be a surprise to you." Grinning, I gave them the 'victory' sign. "To be honest, I'm glad you guys are here. I've never been an exactly independant person." I then crossed my arms. "However, you guys are going to have it great. You probably have already finished High School- I'm going to have to study even while inside the Lair."

"But anyway!" I exclaimed. "This is so awesome! It's Nasuverse! There's swords, magic, boobs, magic swords, magic magic, magic boobs, and ELEPHANTS!!! This is going to be a pretty amazing trip-" I then froze. "Wait... If you guys are here... Does that mean God is here too?" If Alf was here...

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Plans for the week:
1) Get to know everyone, with finding Alf as great priority
2) Find a place in which to sleep
3) Go to War Room, need to know where and when we are in Nasuverse

Lianru
November 20th, 2011, 11:26 AM
Week 1

GM in charge: LeopardBear

Name: Lucy Chen (obviously not irl name)

Age: 16 (because everyone else says so)

Appearance: Long(ish) black hair, brown eyes, 164 cm, Asian. Wears extremely thick glasses.

Personality: Very quiet, even when talking. Tries not to bother or judge people too much. Extremely patient.

Mundane special talents:

Music (theory, piano, violin, flute)
Origami (all kinds :3)
Math
Languages (Chinese, very little Japanese, very little Spanish)
Moe (apparently)
Never gets angry
Good at memorizing
Sewing (also embroidering and whatnot) and other craftwork
Good sense of smell
Flaws to note:

No self-esteem, extremely prone to get frustrated at self/depressed
Cannot survive without glasses (approx. -7.5 -8)
Careless
Very little to no creative ability
Physically not very fit
Needs too much sleep
Circuits: <Locked>

Alignment: <Locked>

1992.
Mt. Fuji -
-magi.
Magic Association, Holy Church, Demon Hunter Association.

Uggghhhh – I have so much work to do, stop dreaming…..
And then I wake up. A stream, birds, trees, nature.
What…..is this?

Then…the knowledge flows into my head, shattering my brain. Some of these words…I know. Why? Clutching my head, I try to think through the raging headache, and:


"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Urgh. WHY. That just made everything hurt more.


"We're in Nasuverse! The verse of servants, True Ancestors, GAR and much more! This is so cool! Look, look! This facility! Facility! It seems like we can use it.... Can we? Finally... my dreams! The world i've dreamed of! REAL!"

People seem to be having a discussion. And, the Nasuverse? What, is this? Could I be dreaming about the Nasuverse? Well, there’s a first time for everything, but my surroundings are so vivid, it doesn’t seem like a dream.


"Could it be by any chance... We guys…From Beasts lair? From the legendary forum?"

………………………………What.
Everything just go crazier. Beast’s Lair? Is that even possible?
I pinch myself. It doesn’t work.

And then someone runs towards the group.

"This is so awesome! It's Nasuverse! There's swords, magic, boobs, magic swords, magic magic, magic boobs, and ELEPHANTS!!! This is going to be a pretty amazing trip-"

Perfect example of male otaku. Magic and boobs. Hah. There seem to be way more guys than girls here, which sucks. But hey, I’m not the youngest one here, either, by the looks of it, which is nice.


“-Does that mean God is here too?”
…What?
Oh yeah, I vaguely remember that from a discussion on IRC……Well, nothing’s happening, might as well not sit here being an outcast. Okay, let’s see…drakon, Bloble, Erl, zlol, Faker…I know most of them pretty well. That’s good.

“I’m Lucy Chen. Well, on the forum, I’m Lianru. Nice to meet you all in person, I guess. So…does anyone have any idea what’s going on?”

Week plan:
1. Find out how to survive in this place and how it works
2. Find somewhere to stay
3. Find at least one person to talk to – wouldn’t want to go crazy yet.

zlol365
November 20th, 2011, 11:33 AM
Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

"Regardless, since we're introducing ourselves...I go by Blackdeath6031. But you lot probably know me better as Bee-Dee or Faker, huh? ... ... ... ... Also, zlol, I know both of us are Singaporeans and your Singlish probably hasn't deteriorated like mine, but I'm calling you Ryuunosuke."

His immediate response to that was, "Hai hai! Ryuunosuke.... A cool nickname. Just don't call me that if we're ever in that grail war......"

And then...


“I’m Lucy Chen. Well, on the forum, I’m Lianru. Nice to meet you all in person, I guess. So…does anyone have any idea what’s going on?”

"Ara? ........ Chotomatte."

He paused for the moment. Lianru... wait. Yes, the very polite girl that he had meant on the #notes IRC. if anything, she was a gentle one... yes, gentle. And one more thing.....

Hugs.

Given the idiocy of Koshiro at the moment, he decided he would do his usual routine. Yes. He had thrown aside all the knowledge of past animes, real life experiences of seeing people get kicked for doing something stupid. Therefore, he was not thinnking when....

"lianru-chan!"

He proceeded to try and tackle hug.

Optimus
November 20th, 2011, 11:38 AM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1

Everyone seemed to have gone crazy about how, apparently, we were stuck in the world of the Nasuverse. For a second, I was also excited. Because... You know. Servants. Magi. Servants. Delicious Luviagelita. But, above all else...

-"Err... Guys? I understand that we are all excited, but listen up for a second."

I was worried about how we'd manage to survive in such a world.

-"Look, apparently we've got like, three years until we leave. Servants, magi, and all that is nice, but we need to attain at least a minimal level of skills to survive, right?"

...


“I’m Lucy Chen. Well, on the forum, I’m Lianru. Nice to meet you all in person, I guess. So…does anyone have any idea what’s going on?”

---Damnit.

-"LIAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

I snapped. Before I realized, I was waving my hand at the girl who called herself Lianru... Until I ended up realizing I was, most likely...

-"Err... So, wait a second? We are all Beast's Lair forumites? I... I also remember something about an IRC conversation...?"

Week plan:
1) Get to know everyone.
2) Seek books to try to gain a basic understanding on how to open one's circuits safely.
3) Find a place to sleep and live, temporarily.

Usandru
November 20th, 2011, 11:58 AM
Andreas Lyngsø
Week 1, Day 1

I slowly stood up. I was feeling rather exposed among all these people I didn't know, but matters wouldn't improve if I didn't do something. And given how friendly the others seemed to be with each other, it didn't seem as if I would get seriously in trouble with anyone...

More interesting however was that they all seemed to proclaim themselves affiliated with Beast's Lair. More evidence towards the hypothesis that whatever was the cause of all this was at least partially intelligent. I could only hope that it was at least mildly benevolent as well.

Listening in to their conversation from the sidelines, I found myself rather disturbed at how... cheerful, I suppose... they seemed.

After all, they were from Beast's Lair, they should know how crushingly deadly this place was. How steeped in horror and death the Moonlit World was. Shouldn't they realize how unlikely it was they would ever reach 'home'?

And yet they all seemed so happy. So very, very happy. I simply couldn't bring myself to speak of my worries when they were like that. Not when such happiness might become so very, very precious in the days that would undoubtedly follow.

I slowly moved towards the main cluster of people, smiling slightly awkwardly. The reality was slowly seeping in, but I probably wouldn't really start feeling the terror until evening, until I tried to go to sleep again. Still, it was enough that approaching these people once again made me incredibly nervous. Damnable shyness.

I carefully ignored the more... excitable personalities, before speaking up during a lull in the conversation.

"Ah... hello. I heard you mention Beast's Lair? I went by Usandru there, though seeing as I was mostly a lurker I doubt you remember much of me. I suppose you might know me from SpaceBattles instead though. Ah, sorry, my real name is Andreas Lyngsø."

Why is it that even though I know these people probably won't do anything to me, I always feel like I might get violently jumped every time I involve myself in a conversation with people I don't know? Damnit! I can be so much better at talking to people than this!

Hopefully there is at least one person from Beast's Lair I know well here...

Actions:
Try to start a (light) communal government/system of responsibilities/attempt to prevent utter anarchy.
Go looking for books on Magecraft (preferably introductionary texts and stuff about Magic Circuits)
Investigate this "DreamingNet" in an attempt to map it's capabilities.

xelloss
November 20th, 2011, 12:07 PM
Somat Richards
Week 1

Okay, this is just weird. Very weird. I'm in the Nasuverse and God those people are loud. Incredibly so. Still, may as well introduce myself. Slowly, I get up and walk over to the people yelling about the Nasuverse and Beast's Lair and how this is sool cool, and-

Now that I think about it... this is pretty cool, isn't it? I mean, this is my favorite fictional world, and with people from Beast's Lair, this would be pretty epic.

Screw it. I'm shouting too.

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

Wait a second...

This means I'll never see the third season of Carnival Phantasm! Or the rest of Fate Zero! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

This is NOT COOL!

I'm in despair! The Second Magic has left me in despair!

...Right after yelling cool, my face has changed to despair. I must look rather bipolar.

"...Hi guys. You probably know me as Xelloss."

Actions:
Find people to talk to.
Look up books on magecraft, particularly those pertaining to Mystic Codes.
Explore the Lair.

Elyrin
November 20th, 2011, 01:07 PM
Kyle Wlos
Week 1

...huh. Not only did I get dumped in the Nasuverse, not only did Tanner get dumped here with me, not only are the other people familiar with the Nasuverse... everyone seems to be from BL. So far, anyway. This is way too, well, impossible to be real, so I guess it's probably a dream. I guess I'll play along for now, though. It's not every night I have a dream as interesting as this.


"lianru-chan!"

He proceeded to try and tackle hug.

Uh oh. Mr COOL - zlol, apparently - launches himself through the air, aiming at a girl who introduced herself as Lianru. Luckily for her, and not for him, she happens to be standing close by. I reach over and pull her out of the way of the flying tackleglomp, leaving zlol to fly past her and hopefully land softly.

"You should probably calm down, zlol. Figuring out where we are is probably more important than hugging everyone. I'm Elyrin, by the way, or Kyle if you prefer. Nice to finally meet you all."

Week Plans
1) Get to know everyone
2) Find places for everyone to live/sleep
3) Start looking for books on magic

zlol365
November 20th, 2011, 01:28 PM
Koshiro Yamada
week 1

So close... he could imagine it. The nice warm embrace of lianru.... YES! He would achieve it and get his first real life hu-

Not.

apparently she was dragged away by some guy. Wait. Familiar. He looked like a girl. Oh... No! If he girl was now out of his reach.... as he came closer to the ground, he could only pray a little prayer for having let himself perform such a idiotic thing. However, the pervert in him gave a thumbs up in approval as he proceeded to....

Crash face first into the ground.

And the first thing he cried out, "MY HUG WAS REJECTED!"

He pouted for the moment and then said, "oi, oi elyrin! Did I not say! We should check out that building! Building~~~~!!!!! And optimura, we've chatted on the IRC channel, #notes before! Mouuuuu!!!! Lets just go into that building. However we do have to wait for everyone right?"

And then he looked at the guy who was erl and said, "There is no god...... No. Its Nasu. but heck, i don't think he cares we're here."

Helias
November 20th, 2011, 02:30 PM
Tanner Wlos
Week 1

Okay, so that's BD, that's Erl, that's Lianru getting glomped, Usandru's over there, I see Xelloss too, and that's Kyle. Wait, why's he here? Great. Looks like we are all from Beast's Lair.

Wait, that's not one name. Hmm...

I began to count on my fingers, for some reason. One, two, three, four, five. Hey, it is more than one!

"Okay then," I began to speak again. "Since I said I would leave once one more person gave their name, and five of you did, I'm going to find the way in to the actual Lair." With that, I turned around, and started looking for the way out of the room.

After a few steps, however, I stopped in my tracks, and turned around. "Hey, do any of you know how to get out of this place?"

RacingeR
November 20th, 2011, 03:11 PM
Name: Nikolai Vladimore
Age: 19
Appearence: Looks very thin at first glance. 169 cm and 60 kg. Long auburn hair, teal eyes and really pale skin. Has a bit of a beard and mustache, but could look girlish if he shaved. Wears glasses, or modified sunglasses when it is too bright. He generally looks... strange, in comparison to most people, but it is hard to point out the strangeness itself.
Personality: Dunno how to describe it.
Mundane Talents: Fast runner, it is noticeable than his legs are more muscular than the rest of his body. Fast metabolism. Fast learner. Has a bit of theoretical knowledge of a diverse amount of matters. First year student of Systems Engineering. Knows a bit of basic housekeeping. Used to play basketball some 6 years ago. Speaks perfect Spanish and knows English. Has very, very good imagination.
Flaws: Low endurance. Bad at dealing with pain. Lazy as hell. Near-sighted. Loses it under too much pressure. Gets very irrational and becomes an asshole when seriously angry. Also has a tendency to get headaches easily.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>


Okay. So...

First, that weird and trippy dream. It is not like my normal dreams aren't weird and trippy, but this one...

And then, knowledge gets forced into my brain like a giant pounding it in my forehead. Disconnected words start to be processed at unimaginable speeds as a bunch of Japanese basics and then its complexities are assimilated in a matter of seconds. Whoever is pushing all of this in my head is rather forceful, it seems. Finally, "The Lair"'s structure and the fact that I am in the Nasuverse, along with the date, gets crammed into my poor, abused mind.

And then I woke up.

I can feel a headache, like if my whole head was burning out, an uncomfortable heat that makes me wonder if I've seriously catched on fire. My thoughts are cut out by a scream, followed by a bunch of loud people talking, making the pain even worse. It is the first time I notice my surroundings, and I scan them carefully, trying to find an exit that I knew that it would not be there. I also took a bit of time to observe the people around me. It seems to be quite a bunch, mostly guys around my age... and wait, is that Alf who I see in the distance? And from that group photo I saw in #notes before... Froggie?

A kid runs around to a group of people, that included the guy that had screamed before. Wait what. That kid, I recognize him. Erl? I quickly approach the group, and by what I hear, I start to recognize more and more names. That guy is Faker, or BD. The one that went face-first to the floor is Zlol... the girl that he tried to hug was Lianru, who had been protected by a very girlish looking man... Elyrin? And the others.. Xelloss, Usandru... yeah okay, got it, we are all members of BL. I am in the Moonlit World, with the members from BL. Cool.

"We are so dead."

.......

"Oh well whatever." Saying that to myself, I walk to the group just as the man I identified as Drakon asks his question. Ignoring it, as I don't have any answer, I talk to the others. "Sup... I am Racin. Uhm..."

Introductions were never my forte. At least I guess I look calm. That is a plus, isn't it? Damn, I suck at socializing outside of a computer.

Optimus
November 20th, 2011, 04:07 PM
Ferdinand Huxley
Week 1

-"Opti...mura? Is that you...?

ZLOLSAMAAAAA!"

Well, at least it there was another forumite I knew. For all the past times at the chat. For all the laughs.

---I launched a slow, yet powerful brofist in zlol's direction.

Bloble
November 20th, 2011, 07:25 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"Oh wow." Really, I should've expected this. As I stand panting and trying to regain my breath from that out burst earlier, several more people wake up and introduce themselves as people I've known from BL. There's Zlol, Lianru (who somehow avoids a flying tackle hug from Zlol), Elyrin (who to my utter surprise isn't a trap), Erl, BD, Racin, and probably even more people. Amazing.

"So let me get this straight..." I sigh. "We've all been dumped in a giant complex somewhere in the Nasuverse, given an info dump on Japanese, and by some sheer coincidence we're also all from BL."

I stay silent for a moment just to let that sink in, then deliver the whammy.

"Who wants to bet Zeltrech is involved in this somehow?" Really, he's the only one who could possible do something like this. Otherwise there's no possible way to bring all of BL across universes, and no one who would even try something like that.


"Hey, do any of you know how to get out of this place?"

And drakon asks a question I hadn't even thought of. Still, I'd better answer. "I remember that in the infodump I got about this 'Lair' place it said the Lair would seal itself for 3 years and then allow exit." Who's bright idea was it to call this place the Lair? Oh yeah, Zeltrech, most likely. "I guess that means we'll be stuck in here for a while.

Now that my initial euphoria has worn off, and the reality is starting to sink in, some unpleasant thoughts are starting to make themselves known. What about my family? Are they here? What will they say when they discover I've disappeared. This is the Nasuverse. It's a dangerous place. I could die. I'm a nobody. I don't have a job, a home, or any skills. Who would hire a kid who hasn't even completed high school-

NO! I push the bad thoughts back. I'll think this through when I have a private place to think. This isn't the time to be breaking down!

I look around once more. Plenty of others are starting to wake up. Most of them are slightly older than me, but some are younger. I feel for a moment that I should let the adults handle this, but the situation is already spiraling out of control. I have to do something.

"Everyone, listen up!" I yell. "This place is undoubtedly, real! Anybody who's awake, please don't wander off! We don't know what kind of things we might find in this compound, and it's best that we stick together for now in case something happens to one of us!"

Blackdeath6031
November 21st, 2011, 07:48 AM
Ryuuga Suigetsu
Week 1

"Huff... Puff... Give me- Give me one sec, guys... Well, looks like the whole gang's here. I'm Erl, by the way. Or Francisco, if you want my name- It's not actually the name I go by, but it is on my ID. And I think all of you knew my real age, so this shouldn't be a surprise to you. To be honest, I'm glad you guys are here. I've never been an exactly independant person. However, you guys are going to have it great. You probably have already finished High School- I'm going to have to study even while inside the Lair."

I raise my eyebrow at the...guy - kid might not really fit here, huh - who identified himself as Erl.
"Believe me, that's not always a good thing. Uni had more stress than High School did." I replied. "And not everything you learn in either places are necessary for real life."
Then mimicking him and crossing my arms I pause and ponder about it for a short while.
"Though if you want I'm sure we have some people here who'd be willing to share their knowledge. We had that 'Instant Expert' thread as well, after all."

As his excitement started to rise, my focus moves over to a girl who just spoke up.
"I’m Lucy Chen. Well, on the forum, I’m Lianru. Nice to meet you all in person, I guess. So…does anyone have any idea what’s going on?"

...L...
....Li...
...Lia...
...Lian...
Lianru?!
I blink blankly for a short while with my jaw agape like a fish out of the water, somewhat oblivious to the scene happening right before me of Elyrin pulling her away for zlol.

「リアンルちゅあああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああ あああああああああああん!」
I shout her nickname, running up to her with excitement.
「ま、ままままままままままま!」
I say, acting like a surprised Kohaku, looking her up and down. Then up and down again before nodding with approval and anticipation in my eyes.
「やっぱりあんたは可愛いじゃん!俺のお嫁ちゃんになれるのかな・・・・て」
---What the heck am I saying.

I look away from her, my head going light.
Very light.
It isn't even the way I normally talk.
俺?
I hardly even use that to refer to myself!

Not to mention what I just did came close - real close to flirting. That's already OOC for me.
No matter what.
...Well, I can't control myself sometimes, BUT STILL.
....This time, I went too far.
....WAAAAAAY too far.

「す、す、すみまへん・・・なんだよ、僕は。おかしくなった・・・。」
Saying that whilst giving out an awkward laugh, I feel moisture getting in my eyes.
Oh god. I think my nose is getting clogged as well.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, I look back at Lianru, no longer tearing up from the embarrassment of what I said.
"Sorry about that, Ru-ru-chan. My mouth just went ahead and said things..."

"Ah...."
Seems like another one has awoken.
"... hello. I heard you mention Beast's Lair? I went by Usandru there, though seeing as I was mostly a lurker I doubt you remember much of me. I suppose you might know me from SpaceBattles instead though. Ah, sorry, my real name is Andreas Lyngsø."

I look at him and smile. I sure hope I don't look like a wreck or an abomination now, with that scene.
"Ah, nice to meet you Usandru. I don't think we've actually talked until now either. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm Blackdeath in the for--"

"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

....And I think here comes Ryuunosuke number two.
---Or so I think, until his excitement turns the other way like someone who just reached their crash period after taking several buckets of sugar.

"...Hi guys. You probably know me as Xelloss."

Hm...
"Oh, heya Quick."
...Why the heck am I coming up with all these names from random places?
I sigh and mentally facepalm myself.

This...might stick on for awhile...

"You should probably calm down, zlol. Figuring out where we are is probably more important than hugging everyone. I'm Elyrin, by the way, or Kyle if you prefer. Nice to finally meet you all."
...And so I guessed right.

"Err...hi. Ely."
I instinctively prepare to turn 180 and make for it and....

"Hey, do any of you know how to get out of this place?"

Am stopped by Drakon's question.

"....Well if what we just had s-stuffed into our heads is a-anything to go by, we leave by the exit."
I pause for effect.
"After three years."
Yep, lame joke from a lame man.
While my face can't help but express pride and amusement, I let out a mental sigh.


"Sup... I am Racin. Uhm..."

And now someone...err...(unusually looking?) appears.
"Yo, Race. 'Sup."
I raise two fingers to my forehead and do a light, casual salute.

Hm...Well, this seems...not very much like the Race I'm used to.
I guess it's true that people can act differently when they're on and off the keyboard, huh.

...But I'm in no position to say that, am I?
I think YuHao and Jesse mentioned that I act very...condescending and arrogant when on MSN...
And I admit that I'm more decisive and maybe less blunt on BL.
I at least don't stammer or stutter as much online.

Wait...YuHao...Jesse.
Huh. I forgot about them. And Ivan, Wil, Nel, Noel, Vu...
And my parents.

...I wonder what happened to my mum then?

...Not that I care too much for oyaji...
I doubt he cares much for me either....doing whatever with whichever other girl...
Tch.
Still think his lifestyle fits better living alone and as the leech he is...

"Everyone, listen up! This place is undoubtedly, real! Anybody who's awake, please don't wander off! We don't know what kind of things we might find in this compound, and it's best that we stick together for now in case something happens to one of us!"

Bloble's shouting woke me up from my peeved, ignorant attitude.
"...Yeah, you're right. Though with a group of five hundred plus it's no doubt someone would wander away, I'd think. Though we should all be rational human beings here."

...Oh boy. I just felt that weird wave through my body when I either do something out of character or act like a hypocrite...
Ah well.

"Let's discuss how to work this out, then?"

zlol365
November 21st, 2011, 10:51 AM
Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

Barely picking himself up, he looked at Optimus who came at him with a brofist. With that....

"BROFIST!"

He bumped his fist against Optimus's.

Anyway, he got up and then noted what bloble and blackdeath had said. He proceeded to state, "Our first priority should be survival, as someone pointed out, we're going to be here for god knows how long. What was the reason for us being here? Why? The only reason may come from the compound and the compound alone."

He then continued, "And probably, if we stick together we will be safe. However, i suspect we may end up separating into cliques or groups of different ideals, probably. Or we maybe forcibly split. I do not know, though the information downloaded seemed to imply either. However, that means we will need to learn how to survive. with those DAAs, magi, etc...."

He paused.

then finished, "We must learn magecraft. We must learn how to fight. Even if it means that we surpass the great Tohno Shiki, Emiya Shirou or many others in fighting."

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 11:03 AM
Andreas Lyngsø
Weel 1, Day 1


"Who wants to bet Zeltrech is involved in this somehow?" Really, he's the only one who could possible do something like this. Otherwise there's no possible way to bring all of BL across universes, and no one who would even try something like that.

I almost interrupt before the conversation moves on. Once again, my shyness defeats my attempt to give my opinion.

...because I don't think this is Zelretch's style. I don't think he has the power or the inclination to do this. Because I don't think the only entity in the multiverse capable of 'The Second' is an old immortal Magus with a fondness for tasteless practical jokes.

Perhaps it is just my own conceited image of the man, but at the very least, I don't think he would do this without placing some kind of half-mocking evidence of his actions.


Snip antics.

Looking on this, I'm seriously starting to wonder what kind of people I've gotten locked in with for the next few years.


"Ah, nice to meet you Usandru. I don't think we've actually talked until now either. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm Blackdeath in the for--"

At least this one isn't crazy all the time. Not that it helps any, since he's interrupted shortly by another person shouting.

...I'm starting to feel annoyed. I dislike shouting in the first place, and this kind of silly elation is grating on my nerves. Shouldn't these people be more aware of their situation? Even so, I keep my opinion to myself. No need to antagonize others.

I mostly tune out the rest until another person shouts, but this time for a far more valid reason.


"Everyone, listen up!" I yell. "This place is undoubtedly, real! Anybody who's awake, please don't wander off! We don't know what kind of things we might find in this compound, and it's best that we stick together for now in case something happens to one of us!"

I nod slightly in affirmation. This is a sound suggestion.


"Let's discuss how to work this out, then?"

Finally, I step forwards, interjecting myself into the conversation now that it enters territory I am more familiar with. Planning, logistics, strategy, management, reason.

"Ah... well, one of the most critical things is the need to organize. Frankly, just making sure everyone shows up in a single space where we can communicate to everyone at the same time is going to be a problem, and if we can't do even that, we'll just have anarchy until the three years are up."

I absently notice that I'm shaking slightly from tension, but I also feel a slight giddy feeling in my stomach. This is a good tension. I need this kind of tension if I am to think and plan important things on the spot.

"We'll want to find a spot where we can have everyone assemble, and hopefully something like microphones or megaphones to make it possible for everyone to hear the speakers at the same time. Then we need to organize proper distribution of the available resources, and make sure everyone is housed and fed. This is just for today, mind you. We'll need to plan out more long-term structures as soon as we settle the bare necessities. The whole place is pretty self-sufficient, which helps, but I don't doubt there'll be things we, as inhabitants, need to take care of. Stuff like garbage collection for instance, how is that handled? And what about movement of foodstuffs from where they are grown to storage and preparation areas? Food and garbage for five hundred people is a lot of mass that needs to be moved daily..."

I pause briefly.

"And of course, stuff like education, and probably research into magic. We might be able to work more efficiently if we can arrange for smaller groups of people to do the actual research and then teach the material communally, since we can then cover more material faster. Not to mention potential other benefits from formalizing and organizing all these things..."

I start trailing off. I still have more thoughts and ideas, but I want to see what everyone else thinks. I mean, I might be totally off-base, even if I doubt it.

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 11:20 AM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1

"Everyone, listen up! This place is undoubtedly, real! Anybody who's awake, please don't wander off! We don't know what kind of things we might find in this compound, and it's best that we stick together for now in case something happens to one of us!"

The voice of a guy, who apparently named himself as Darko, echoed through the empty cavern. He was right.


"We must learn magecraft. We must learn how to fight. Even if it means that we surpass the great Tohno Shiki, Emiya Shirou or many others in fighting."

It seemed like we were a rather strange bunch. From what I could tell RacingeR, Elyrin, Blackdeath, Erlkonig and Usandru among other users were to stay with us in this compound for the next three years... Interesting indeed.


"We'll want to find a spot where we can have everyone assemble, and hopefully something like microphones or megaphones to make it possible for everyone to hear the speakers at the same time. Then we need to organize proper distribution of the available resources, and make sure everyone is housed and fed. This is just for today, mind you. We'll need to plan out more long-term structures as soon as we settle the bare necessities. The whole place is pretty self-sufficient, which helps, but I don't doubt there'll be things we, as inhabitants, need to take care of. Stuff like garbage collection for instance, how is that handled? And what about movement of foodstuffs from where they are grown to storage and preparation areas? Food and garbage for five hundred people is a lot of mass that needs to be moved daily..."

I nodded slowly at Usandru's words, that reached my soul. Damn right, dude. His words brought me back to the world of common sense, so, as a medicine student, I felt that somehow my duty was...

-"Okay, okay, wait, wait guys and... eh, girl? -I said, trying to grab everyone's attention- First of all... Is anyone sick, or is currently suffering from any sort of chronic disease that should be noted before we find shelter and food?"

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 11:25 AM
-"Okay, okay, wait, wait guys and... eh, girl? -I said, trying to grab everyone's attention- First of all... Is anyone sick, or is currently suffering from any sort of chronic disease that should be noted before we find shelter and food?"

I blink. I hadn't even thought of that, but it was obvious now that he said it. Medical issues might turn into a massive problem, so it was one of the things we had to start dealing with immediately.

"I'm not at risk. Aside from the common cold and such, I don't really have anything. This is really important though, so we should probably make a point of organizing everyone with medical training at the same time we start distributing housing and food, and make sure they're equipped to handle any problems that might crop up. A small clinic in essence. Man, I can't believe that didn't occur to me. Healthcare is so vital after all..."

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 11:39 AM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"I'm not at risk. Aside from the common cold and such, I don't really have anything. This is really important though, so we should probably make a point of organizing everyone with medical training at the same time we start distributing housing and food, and make sure they're equipped to handle any problems that might crop up. A small clinic in essence. Man, I can't believe that didn't occur to me. Healthcare is so vital after all..."

-" Well, I think I could help out... even if just a little. Before I got thrown in here, I was studying first year of medicine, around the first two months, so I guess that is slightly better than nothing. I could try reading a few books about first aid and eh, I also know how to deal with hangovers!"

In real life, I would have stayed silent and let others handle business, but it was our fellow forumites and Ru-ru-chan we were talking about, so I decided I could at least try to do something useful for the community.

-"Also, eh, you know, for those who want to learn how to kick ass and stuff, I could teach you a few deadly spots."

Why do I joke even in such situations, I don't know, but I felt that the mood had to be cleared up somehow... Although from what it seemed, everyone's disposition was quite clear.

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 01:08 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1

I stood silently, greeting the others when they arrived alongside the others and smiling passively, while in reality I was deep in thought. This was great. Being around so many people I knew from Beast's Lair was without a doubt a huge boon... but the implications of what this transition to another world meant were already beginning to burrow inside me.

"Guys..." I began solemnly, interrupting the cheerful mood. "I hope I'm not the only one that's thinking about the short-term and long-term repercussions of this event. This world is dangerous. Even 3 years of preparation won't guarantee our lives. 'A magus walks with death.' I am not sure if you guys are fine with that or not, but if we really have inherited the abilities to interfere with the Fantastic aspect of the Nasuverse world..."

I took a long gasp of air.

"Then our lives will be in peril. What's more... It is quite likely that we will never see our families again. For the rest of our lives. To add insult to injury, even if our families did exist in this world, we don't even know what year we are in and they won't recognize us! Let's say the year is 1990, yes? Well, if it's that year, then I haven't even been born yet!" I shook my head. "We never knew what the state of the modern world was in Nasuverse, so if it is even slightly different to ours, we will be nobodies! Worse even, what if the world is identical to ours if you strip away the magic? We could meet our younger parents, or our younger or older selves! And what would that result in? I honestly don't know." I voiced out my worries, ending with a sigh.

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 01:42 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"Guys..." I began solemnly, interrupting the cheerful mood. "I hope I'm not the only one that's thinking about the short-term and long-term repercussions of this event. This world is dangerous. Even 3 years of preparation won't guarantee our lives. 'A magus walks with death.' I am not sure if you guys are fine with that or not, but if we really have inherited the abilities to interfere with the Fantastic aspect of the Nasuverse world..."

I took a long gasp of air.

"Then our lives will be in peril. What's more... It is quite likely that we will never see our families again. For the rest of our lives. To add insult to injury, even if our families did exist in this world, we don't even know what year we are in and they won't recognize us! Let's say the year is 1990, yes? Well, if it's that year, then I haven't even been born yet!" I shook my head. "We never knew what the state of the modern world was in Nasuverse, so if it is even slightly different to ours, we will be nobodies! Worse even, what if the world is identical to ours if you strip away the magic? We could meet our younger parents, or our younger or older selves! And what would that result in? I honestly don't know." I voiced out my worries, ending with a sigh.

I couldn't help but give Erlkonig a sympathetic pat on his shoulder.

-"Look, bro. Worrying about that kind of stuff will not do any good, at least for now."

He wasn't the only one that thought about his familiy. No matter how small their number were, I had friends and family in my previous life that I would always keep close in my heart. And... to be frank, my abilities to live on my own were... Next to none. Physical labor was out of the question, so was cooking and that sort of stuff.

Even so, for once in my life, I wasn't afraid of change, mostly because it'd already happened and it was irreversible. From here onwards, it was us and no one else, at least for three years.

-"I mean. Being trapped here or not... Pretty much depends on our point of view. I think that instead of seeing this as a "curse" we should think of it as a chance to improve ourselves. Come on guys, if people like Waver Velvet or Shirou managed to survive, I think we can somehow make it."

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 01:44 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1


"Come on guys, if people like Waver Velvet or Shirou managed to survive, I think we can somehow make it."

"They had Servants, though. And those don't die when they are killed." I said, arching an eyebrow.

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 01:47 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"They had Servants, though. And those don't die when they are killed." I said, arching an eyebrow.

-"... And, who says we can't? - I replied with a devious grin, giving him a pat in the back- Even Uryuu managed to summon one. If we go there, who knows, we might even be able to replace some of the Masters out there, with proper training and preparations."

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 01:48 PM
-"... And, who says we can't? - I replied, giving him a pat in the back- Even Uryuu managed to summon one. If we go there, who knows, we might even be able to replace some of the Masters out there, with proper training and preparations."

"And then possibly get mudded." I added, chuckling. "Man, maybe we could bribe Atlas by saying we know of their World-Ending weapons, but that wouldn't be very smart at all, would it?"

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 01:53 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"And then possibly get mudded." I added, chuckling. "Man, maybe we could bribe Atlas by saying we know of their World-Ending weapons, but that wouldn't be very smart at all, would it?"

-"Well, we could do that, but first we'd have to make sure we're prepared for, eh, you know, various assassination attempts or perhaps a thaumaturgical war. Which I personally wouldn't want. Hmm... Speak about bribing... heh. You know, perhaps I could become a Nobel Prize by "discovering" aquaporins or telomers years ahead of time and earn some money and fame, but nah. It wouldn't be fair."

I stretched out and yawned once again. After that, my thoughts seemingly went back into trail.

-"You know what? By now let's stick to the basics and find out what our resources are, wait a few weeks, maybe one month to see how far we've progressed and then maybe we could try to plan ahead. Now it doesn't make that much of sense."

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 01:55 PM
-"You know what? By now let's stick to the basics and find out what our resources are, wait a few weeks, maybe one month to see how far we've progressed and then maybe we could try to plan ahead. Now it doesn't make that much of sense."

I noded. "More importantly, we need to find out where and when we are currently in the world."

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 01:59 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1

-"I supposed you'd know that already. Mt. Fuji, Japan, 1992, three years before Fate/Zero. Well, now, why don't we try to find those resources?"

My stomach grumbled a little. Apparently, it was already time for breakfast, at least for me...

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 02:11 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1


-"I supposed you'd know that already. Mt. Fuji, Japan, 1992, three years before Fate/Zero. Well, now, why don't we try to find those resources?"


"Si*." I nodded my head, and gestured towards the others. "Guys, me and Optimus are going to go ahead and try to investigate what we have at our disposal." I then looked at Optimus. "And my head's still spinning with all the new information, so I'm not very conscious of its details, you see."

---

*Yes.

Bloble
November 21st, 2011, 02:43 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

Like I had hoped, the situation begins to settle. As more people start realizing the full implications of our situation, the mood also becomes more serious. Damnit, this isn't good. At this rate unless we manage to figure something out, we'll have people breaking down. I myself am fighting the urge to just curl into a ball and cry for a few hours. I can't, though. I need to stay sane, especially in a time where so many people are confused.

However, it looks like at least some people took my advice. Erl and Optimus decide to leave to find some food, together instead of going by themselves. I guess I should try something similar.

"Wait up, guys." I jog over to the duo. "If we're investigating, then can I come along as well? Three pairs of eyes is better than two, after all, and I'm remembering the infodump of this place unusually well, it seems." As if it's a Word document waiting to be opened, I easily recall the information about the Lair gifted to me.





Dining Options:

Golem-prepared:

Communal Mess Hall - All residents are entitled to 2 daily meals, serving the standard pesco-vegetarian fare, with an occasional meat supplement. Available items may change with seasons.
Small restaurants - For more luxurious dining, usually used for celebrations, private meetings, discussions of alliance, or dates. Meals here must be paid for with prana or equivalent.







Ugh... it's painful to recall, but I think I know where we might be able to get some food.

Chaos Greyblood
November 21st, 2011, 02:44 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1

Name: Chaos Greyblood (real name unknown)

Age: 18

Appearance: Average height, has short and dark brown hair and possesses black eyes. Is neither overweight nor excessively fit, has a somewhat athletic build.

Personality: Somewhat keeps to himself at times, but knows when to keep a cool head and when to explode. He has a willingness to learn, but tends to be reckless with things. Wants to try his best in any venture that he attempts and tries to see it through in spite of circunstances.

Mundane Special Talents

- Is talented at writing (Apparently)
- Can cook general meals, nothing overly complicated
- Possesses an amazing accuracy when shooting or throwing objects
- Can see or remember some things that people may miss
- Adapts to circunstances once he knows what's going on
- Can be unpredictable when the need arises

Flaws

- Tends to be easily excitable and impulsive at times
- He becomes a brooding young man when something gets him upset

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>
- - -

"So this place is part of tne Nasuverse... Wow, seems kinda mundane, but looks can be deceiving."

Chaos observes the current surroundings and thinks about how things got to this point and wonders if he'll see others like him who have arrived to the same place as him. If not, they could be spread out in other places doing whatever interests them. What kinds of events and things will he witness? Which kinds of people will he meet? What's going to happen in this journey on the Nasuverse?

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 03:47 PM
Andreas Lyngsø
Week 1, Day 1

I find myself briefly seized by panic as people start to go off and do their own thing, which is precisely the wrong thing to do until there is some kind of organizational structure. Unfortunately, I can already feel that any attempts to keep five hundred people in place right now would be... less than viable. Alright then, if there isn't a structure yet, I just have to make one. Really, really fast.

"Um, hey. Guys, I'm going to try and start that whole organisational thing, okay? So whatever you find out, try and find me again and tell me. I'll be looking for a good space to keep everything organized, like a conference room or something. Maybe a lecture hall. I feel pretty sure there should be one or two of those around. If you find other people exploring, please tell them to tell me about what they find out as well. That way, we can organize everything."

...

Holy crap. I think I just volunteered to keep track of five hundred people. I really, really hope there are other people with the same idea, willing to cooperate with me, because I really don't know how I feel about this.

Immediate Action:
Find a large space + pen and paper, and place markers showing said space to be an organizational hub, in the hopes of keeping track of everything.

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 04:29 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1


"Wait up, guys." I jog over to the duo. "If we're investigating, then can I come along as well? Three pairs of eyes is better than two, after all, and I'm remembering the infodump of this place unusually well, it seems." As if it's a Word document waiting to be opened, I easily recall the information about the Lair gifted to me.I smirked. "With your luck? We'll probably bump into the 5-star Restaurant on 99.9% off day. Sure, we can all go together." I looked at Optimus. "Are you fine with that?"

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 05:33 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"With your luck? We'll probably bump into the 5-star Restaurant on 99.9% off day. Sure, we can all go together." I looked at Optimus. "Are you fine with that?"

-"If it's Bloble what we are talking about... Sure. Like Erl said, there's nothing can go wrong, so why not?"

Saying that, I nodded towards them both but...


"Um, hey. Guys, I'm going to try and start that whole organisational thing, okay? So whatever you find out, try and find me again and tell me. I'll be looking for a good space to keep everything organized, like a conference room or something. Maybe a lecture hall. I feel pretty sure there should be one or two of those around. If you find other people exploring, please tell them to tell me about what they find out as well. That way, we can organize everything."

-"Hmmm... That sounds pretty reasonable. Then again, like I said, I think our top priority should be getting a base and shelter, from which we can move towards other places easily. Then again, if someone could make a map, that'd be a damn good idea."

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 05:53 PM
Andreas Lyngsø
Week 1, Day 1


-"Hmmm... That sounds pretty reasonable. Then again, like I said, I think our top priority should be getting a base and shelter, from which we can move towards other places easily. Then again, if someone could make a map, that'd be a damn good idea."

I make a twisted smile. As if I can't quite decide whether to laugh or cry.

"Yeah, setting up something like that would be best, but the problem is that the sheer amount of people makes it impossible to just do. We can't meaningfully rally them all immediately. So I'm going to cheat a little by taking advantage of a quirk of psychology. If we set up someone as a 'leader', in this case me, we can make people generally contact this person because they think the leader knows what's going on. Obviously, I'm just as lost as everyone else, but if I take charge, who is going to argue? Nobody will want the responsibility. I certainly know I don't."

I take a deep breath. I can still feel myself shaking. Gods, I am so damned tense.

"Basically, due to problems of scale, we need to first set up a hub to generally control flows of people and make sure everyone has a point to return to for guidance. Then we can map out things, draw up lists of problems to be solved, and ultimately deal with the immediate problems - food and housing - for everyone, more or less at once. It also provides the lead up to a more formalized organizational structure later on."

I stop. My hands are quivering. Thank the gods I'm pretty good at speaking under pressure. I might have cracked under the strain otherwise.

"Ah, you following me?"

I really hope he is. It'd be bad if my tension is messing up my logic.

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 06:17 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"Ah, you following me?"

-"Yes, I am. Pretty much."

I did not know of Usandru's attempt was intentional or not, but from my education I had learnt that a single "leader" wouldn't do any good, regardless of context or situation, and especially if it's a group of hundreds we're talking about. Why?

1) Unless you have some sort of Charisma skill, making 500 persons listen to you is eh, pretty much hard?
2) If we were to form some kind of administrative comitee, I wanted to make sure every single of us forumites would have at least some kind of power. Why? Because, although I thought of myself as a sick bastard, even bastards have their own standards.

That's pretty much in a nutshell what made me say this.

-"I only see a little problem, which is, as you said, the sheer amount of people... So here's my suggestion. You take their attention, and we Beast's Lair forumites take control of separate groups... Even if just temporarily. You know, divide and conquer. It should be easier to deal with them if we divide our efforts, right?"

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 06:30 PM
Andreas Lyngsø
Week 1, Day 1


-"I only see a little problem, which is, as you said, the sheer amount of people... So here's my suggestion. You take their attention, and we Beast's Lair forumites take control of separate groups... Even if just temporarily. You know, divide and conquer. It should be easier to deal with them if we divide our efforts, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. There's no way I could manage the whole thing by myself. I don't want to manage the whole thing by myself. Really, I want to go hide in the library. Anyway, I'm thinking that if we find a good spot for a central hub, then we can start out with having a single person, currently me, there. This person then needs something to record things with, and otherwise just needs to stay put and wait for people to come visit him. This way everyone else gets to explore and settle down, while we get a chance to take inventory of everything. Once the initial confusion settles down, we'll appoint some people to gather some more people and figure out how to properly house and feed everyone, and then once all this is solved, we can go start a huge assembly and talk collectively about how to make the whole mess make sense, and what kind of temporary organizational structure we'll start out with at first. Probably, 'government' will mostly be the people who record what is happening. We'll also get a chance to take a full census if we do this, which I suspect might be important."

I absently note that I'm picking up my pace, talking more and more freely.

"At it's core, what I want is just to lay down a foundation, and then the rest should start building on it's own. Start the avalanche, basically. If our information is correct and we're staying here for three years, then we need organization."

I stop, briefly.

"Of course, this leads into dozens of other issues, since organizations are tricky things. We'd probably do best with a mix of classical democracy, and a small bureaucracy. Democracy for deciding things, and the bureaucracy for implementing them..."

I trail off again. I badly want a pen and some paper to start drawing loose charts, because I can't keep all the details straight if it's only in my head. There's just too much that needs to be worked on...

"Anyway, the important thing right now, is finding a 'central office' or something, and making sure as many people are told about it as possible. Basically a stop-gap measure."

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 06:32 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1


"Anyway, the important thing right now, is finding a 'central office' or something, and making sure as many people are told about it as possible. Basically a stop-gap measure."I frowned. "There must be a place for holding audiences in here to make that known to people. But my head's still fuzzy from the info trip. Bloble, maybe you can tell us if there happens to be a place suited for that?" I gestured towards our other companion.

Optimus
November 21st, 2011, 06:34 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1


"Anyway, the important thing right now, is finding a 'central office' or something, and making sure as many people are told about it as possible. Basically a stop-gap measure."

... Allright. After hearing all that, I can confirm this guy is absolutely harmless.

-"Yeah. That sounds good!" - I said, nodding enthusiastically-

---After all, this was only the beggining of our great adventure, but we better do it properly right?

Bloble
November 21st, 2011, 07:12 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1

I frowned. "There must be a place for holding audiences in here to make that known to people. But my head's still fuzzy from the info trip. Bloble, maybe you can tell us if there happens to be a place suited for that?" I gestured towards our other companion.

Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"I'll see what I can do."

I close my eyes and try to open the document again. It's harder this time, as if the entire information dump was a dream that's now rapidly fading. I can barely remember what it felt like. A memory that's already trying to slip away.

But I catch it, so to speak. I remember a single phrase that starts a series of paragraphs. I've opened the door, but now I have to look through it.

I try to remember. It's hard, and as if my mind senses me trying to access something it isn't supposed to, I get a stabbing pain in my head. But I've been through worse than this, I can still see the information!

Almost... there...



Education

Lecture Halls - There will be times when some of us wish to instruct the others and give demonstrations of skills.
Conference Rooms - For smaller meetings and discussions
Multipurpose buildings - For whatever else might prove necessary



Business

Marketplace - Fresh food available for purchase, location of cafe, also, where one can trade their goods
Lair Center - General store (where supplies can be bought), conference area, “City hall” (where an elected steering committee/council might sit) shaped in the way of a world tree, with great branches upon which one can sit and watch the facility
Treasure Vault - For storage of any major artifacts or such. Contents TBD
Prana Trading


"Gah!" I almost collapse as a searing headache makes itself known. It feels like someone just tried to split my head with a rusty and dull axe! But still, I've got it!

"I've... got it." I pant. The mental exertion has somehow translated to a physical one. "There's... a place."

I repeat what I've managed to remember. I'm not sure what that 'Prana Trading' is all about, but it isn't really important for now, so I let myself forget about it.

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 07:15 PM
"I've... got it." I pant. The mental exertion has somehow translated to a physical one. "There's... a place."

I look a little worriedly at the guy as he concentrates. Whatever it is he's doing, it doesn't seem too... healthy. Still, it seems to work out mostly.

"Alright... alright, good. Hey, what do you guys say to going there first, all of us here together? Then you guys leave me there to spread the word and search the place, and I'll stay and coordinate?"

alfheimwanderer
November 21st, 2011, 07:53 PM
Week 1

The continued high levels of noise did not help my growing headache, but I managed to pick out enough of the conversations to learn that the people here were apparently all hailed from Beast's Lair...and were mostly younger than I was. Further, apparently we were introducing ourselves with forum names, and coming together in a common spot, which wasn't a bad idea. Certainly, if this was the Nasuverse and not a twisted dream within a dream engineered by Cafe!Kohaku's drugs, then any lair was suspect, and likely filled to the brim with dangers and horrors beyond imagination.

...the rest of the world certainly was, so why not this as well? Being sealed in here away from the world was all well and good, but...that also meant that I was sealed in here with whoever-or whatever-was here (and I knew by now that there were plenty of shapechangers in the Nasuverse - plus, since I'd never met most of the BL people in real life, I had to assume that someone among us was likely a Dead Apostle, Demon Hybrid, or other malignant being.

...at least, that's the way Kohaku-san would have arranged it. I'd only know for sure whether this was a dream or not when I went to sleep (and no, using my lucid dream powers wouldn't help if that damned Magical Amber had bribed my dream guide Ren with cake to seal them).

That said, I took a deep breath and walked over to some of the more vocal members of the group, giving each member a cursory glance as I walked up to the the nominal leader Usandru...and the one who apparently had medical training, Optimus.

"Greetings to you," I voiced quietly but confidently enough, my posture straight and poised from years upon the stage. "Interesting to have found us all here in this situation, whether this be merely dream or reality. Regardless, the idea seems sound, though may I suggest finding the War Room instead, as the knowledge in my head seems to indicate it is the link with the outside world? Perhaps the scrying unit in it can also be used to get a better layout of the Lair as well."

I offered a handshake, and a nod to each of them, as well as to the group.

"Ah, and if I didn't introduce myself, I'm just a simple EMT and novelist. In life, I go by Mihkail, but my forum handle is AlfheimWanderer."

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 07:59 PM
Andreas Lyngsø
Week 1, Day 1


That said, I took a deep breath and walked over to some of the more vocal members of the group, giving each member a cursory glance as I walked up to the the nominal leader Usandru...and the one who apparently had medical training, Optimus.

"Greetings to you," I voiced quietly but confidently enough, my posture straight and poised from years upon the stage. "Interesting to have found us all here in this situation, whether this be merely dream or reality. Regardless, the idea seems sound, though may I suggest finding the War Room instead, as the knowledge in my head seems to indicate it is the link with the outside world? Perhaps the scrying unit in it can also be used to get a better layout of the Lair as well."

I offered a handshake, and a nod to each of them, as well as to the group.

"Ah, and if I didn't introduce myself, I'm just a simple EMT and novelist. In life, I go by Mihkail, but my forum handle is AlfheimWanderer."

I pause. This... might be very, very good.

"Ah, AlfheimWanderer... I went by Usandru, Andreas Lyngsø here, um... I really hope this is the case, but I believe we've chatted quite a bit per AIM?"

My smile is slightly tense as I shake his hand. He can probably feel my shaking, but the potential for this to be a familiar face is making me as giddy as I am tense.

"Anyway, the War Room might be a good bet. I suppose it would pay to investigate both places..."

Blackdeath6031
November 21st, 2011, 08:09 PM
Suigetsu Ryuuga
Week 1


Oh, another just appeared. Seems like he's one of the oldest ones here...

Err...what'd he say?
"Ah, and if I didn't introduce myself, I'm just a simple EMT and novelist. In life, I go by Mihkail, but my forum handle is AlfheimWanderer."

"....I'm just a simple EMT and novelist. In life, I go by Mihkail, but my forum handle is AlfheimWanderer..."

"....In life, I go by Mihkail, but my forum handle is AlfheimWanderer..."

"...my forum handle is AlfheimWanderer...."

"...AlfheimWanderer...."
....
....
"ALF-SAMA!"

Huh, so even Alf was dragged in here, huh.

Bloble
November 21st, 2011, 08:14 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

As soon as the newly arrived Alfheim mentions the War Room, the information springs to my head. Oh, so when I want to, I get headaches, but when someone else says it it's fine. Just great.

"Hi Alf. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" As I greet Alf my habit of giving people bad nicknames returns. "And yeah, now that you mention it, the War Room would be the best if we're looking for a temporary place."

I consider checking if I can find a map in that cranium of mine, but I've already got a headache, and I don't want to risk getting an aneurysm this early.

But now that I think about it, previously I remembered a so called 'Treasure Vault' for storing artifacts. I wonder if there are any artifacts in there now...

Erlkonig
November 21st, 2011, 08:20 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1

I froze. "--God is here!?" I began, grinning widely. "Heya, Alf." I then shook my head. "The War Room, right? It sounds interesting. Not only to get the layout of the Lair, but we also need to keep in touch with the happenings of the Nasuverse. We are not limited to released material now- the possibilities are endless." I then turned towards Bloble. "Since you know where to go, perhaps we should split up?"

I crossed my arms. "Let's see... So we've got people who need to trace a layout of the Lair. I think me and Alf should go there. I want to go to the War Room, if only because memorizing the Lair's layout would be a benefit to me. Bloble, Optimus and Usandru should go to that place suited for audiences- Usandru seems to have the solid idea on his head, but Optimus is helping flesh it out so they should go together- And, well, they won't get anywhere without their guide, right?" I then continued after drawing in breath. "Whoever wants to join us to the War Room or go with Usandru's team is free to do so. Two hundred heads are better than one, after all." I concluded, grinning.

Usandru
November 21st, 2011, 08:32 PM
Francisco Gutierrez
Week 1

I froze. "--God is here!?" I began, grinning widely. "Heya, Alf." I then shook my head. "The War Room, right? It sounds interesting. Not only to get the layout of the Lair, but we also need to keep in touch with the happenings of the Nasuverse. We are not limited to released material now- the possibilities are endless." I then turned towards Bloble. "Since you know where to go, perhaps we should split up?"

I crossed my arms. "Let's see... So we've got people who need to trace a layout of the Lair. I think me and Alf should go there. I want to go to the War Room, if only because memorizing the Lair's layout would be a benefit to me. Bloble, Optimus and Usandru should go to that place suited for audiences- Usandru seems to have the solid idea on his head, but Optimus is helping flesh it out so they should go together- And, well, they won't get anywhere without their guide, right?" I then continued after drawing in breath. "Whoever wants to join us to the War Room or go with Usandru's team is free to do so. Two hundred heads are better than one, after all." I concluded, grinning.

"No, that doesn't work. The point is that we need to all go together to the place where we leave me, so everyone can find their way back. As Alfheim - Mihkeil - said, the War Room could be a very good spot for this, especially if it has a map of the... Geofront, I suppose. Sending someone to find the other place would be good, since we need to have everyone assemble at some point, but we need to organize first. After I've set up shop, then all of you can tell everyone else to go visit me while they're wandering. That's the absolute key point, having everyone know about and visit the same place, containing the same person."

It's odd, how you start to adapt to circumstances and roles. I still don't want the job, but now that I've accepted it, the strain of responsibility seems to ease. Having made the choice, there is nothing left but fulfilling my duty as best I can.

Maybe, in time, I'll even stop the shaking.

Bloble
November 21st, 2011, 08:35 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"Good enough for me."

As a side effect of my headache, I've also got a rough feeling of where to head to get to the 'Audience Room', as if there is one. Still, I'd like to check out those treasure vaults, and they're in the same district as the Lair Center.

"I've got a rough direction picked out in my head, from trying to find a good place to go." I say. "Long story short: I think I can get us to the Lair Center, at least. Not sure if I can find the kitchens, though."

As a response to Usandru's outburst, however. "It's fine." I tell him. "As a side effect from the info dump I can navigate well enough to the War Room from pretty much any location here. It won't work for much else, but there's no need to worry about anyone getting lost. We can just zip over to the Lair Center, look around, then head straight to the War Room where you are."

zlol365
November 21st, 2011, 08:40 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"Good enough for me."

As a side effect of my headache, I've also got a rough feeling of where to head to get to the 'Audience Room', as if there is one. Still, I'd like to check out those treasure vaults, and they're in the same district as the Lair Center.

"I've got a rough direction picked out in my head, from trying to find a good place to go." I say. "Long story short: I think I can get us to the Lair Center, at least. Not sure if I can find the kitchens, though."

As a response to Usandru's outburst, however. "It's fine." I tell him. "As a side effect from the info dump I can navigate well enough to the War Room from pretty much any location here. It won't work for much else, but there's no need to worry about anyone getting lost. We can just zip over to the Lair Center, look around, then head straight to the War Room where you are."

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

Koshiro nodded at whatever was going on before he finally stated, "Well, I roughly have an idea where I might be able to find those spellbooks, etc. Pretty useful knowledge to have at the moment... If i recall, the library. Then they have a dojo. With weaponry.... Which will be useful later on. right now, getting my circuits and mastering spells sounds more cool and important."

He continued, "Since there are people handling the administrative stuff."

Afterwards, he shrugged as he waited for the final decision among the others to be made.

Chaos Greyblood
November 22nd, 2011, 03:12 AM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1

Taking a quick look at the place, Chaos realizes that he is far from alone. Most of the people he sees are either chatting with each other or looking over the details by themselves. It's like some kind of gathering where everyone would be assigned to a different place or something to the effect. It would be best if he could find some people in order to establish some connections with.

Maybe I'll introduce myself to some of them and see what's going on. It'll be hard to get a look on things on my own.

With this in mind, he advances towards a small group of people he first sees nearby.

[Chaos is ready to interact with people]

alfheimwanderer
November 22nd, 2011, 03:25 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1

"Ah, Usandru...otherwise known as magus Rune, I presume? The Spacebattler great on INT, still grinding WIS?" I asked, my voice somewhat amused, but sincere, while shaking the hand firmly. "A pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh, though I do wish it were under more...mundane circumstances."

I turned then to Darko Alexandrov, a wan smile on my face.

"You may certainly call me Alf, if I can call you Bloble. Alfheim, Alfie, Wanderer or Mikhail, are fine as well...though not Mike, if you please." I frown for a moment, contemplating the user who was usually referred to by that handle, whose obsession with Sakura bordered on the fanatical. "I have the slightest suspicion that being associated with that name might not be conducive to my continued existence. After all, if we're trapped in this Lair for three years..."

I trailed off, letting an eloquent shrug speak for me.

"As for the rest of you, well, I'm hardly a deity, even if I do bargain with them from time to time," I half-joke.

As a practitioner of chaos magick, who wandered the worlds of dream and illusion, I sometimes dealt with odd fragments and entities that I wasn't entirely sure weren't deities, but eh. I wasn't exactly a believer in an orthodox faith such as Christianity or Islam, since my faith had been shattered a long time ago by death upon death upon senseless death, and the ability to feel the emotional pain of others as if they were my own. Something of a gift-curse, as an apprentice of mine mentioned once (and also suffered from, though her Talents lay more in the traditional path of the oracle).

"But yes, it is prudent to become familiar with this facility, since it seems it is to be our home for the next few years...and to keep in touch with what the rest of the world should offer, in case we are forced out of it sooner than we thought," I noted briefly, making sure to meet the eyes of each person there in turn. "And of course, while we might know where everything is, there's no guarantee as to the condition of the places, or of any potential hostiles. Let's remember, whether this is or isn't the Nasuverse, safety is our first priority, and aside from the question of together or alone, destination matters too."

All around me, the feelings of the mob weighed heavily on my mind, and I mentally reinforced my presence, trying to shut out the emotional din. Fear, anger, grief, sadness, joy, elation - but mostly shock, numbing out the rest.

"War Room first, I think, unless there are objections," I voiced, bringing to bear the weight of what experience I had as an EMT who had had to take command of emergency situations. "Bloble apparently can find his way there, and from that room, we can see the rest of the base via mapping and scrying, as well as checking to make sure there are no hostiles before we split up to take charge of the rest of the forumites and guide them to their new homes. I have a feeling not all will adapt quite as well as we have..."

Blackdeath6031
November 22nd, 2011, 07:48 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

All this stuff about crowd control, politicking...
In the end I still can't get myself to like, or even understand it.

Deciding to let the others take care of this mess, I keep silent.

Wouldn't be smart to be distracted when a verdict is reached after all, would it?

Usandru
November 22nd, 2011, 08:20 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1

"Ah, Usandru...otherwise known as magus Rune, I presume? The Spacebattler great on INT, still grinding WIS?" I asked, my voice somewhat amused, but sincere, while shaking the hand firmly. "A pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh, though I do wish it were under more...mundane circumstances."

I can feel tension deflate out of me. A familiar 'face'. It's incredible how valuable something like that can be.

"Yes, that would, indeed, be me. And likewise. Though not having to deal with plane tickets makes it a good bit easier, in some ways."

I grin wryly, before stepping aside to let the others speak.


"War Room first, I think, unless there are objections," I voiced, bringing to bear the weight of what experience I had as an EMT who had had to take command of emergency situations. "Bloble apparently can find his way there, and from that room, we can see the rest of the base via mapping and scrying, as well as checking to make sure there are no hostiles before we split up to take charge of the rest of the forumites and guide them to their new homes. I have a feeling not all will adapt quite as well as we have..."

"This is probably for the best, yes. I believe this also means some degree of consensus has been established. So when everyone is ready...?"

I glance around at the others, already feeling more at ease from meeting someone I actually knew. At this rate, I might actually avoid breaking down entirely once I end up alone and with no more work again.

That'd be... nice.

Bloble
November 22nd, 2011, 12:28 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"I am totally ready!" Curiously, I'm feeling a bit psyched. I guess this is what being able to contribute feels like. "I can guarantee I can get you to the War Room without a problem."

And indeed, the route to the War Room stands out in my head, like a path that I've walked hundreds of times. Of course, if only that blasted headache would go away, I'd be just spiffy.

EnigmaticFellow
November 22nd, 2011, 07:16 PM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1

So it appears that not only are we all familiar with the Nasuverse, we're also from the forum known as Beast's Lair. I guess group cohesion would come naturally as the tentative administration that is being formed seems to be showing.

I go up to that specific group and say “Well hello guys. I'm Christopher Monroe; though you would know me as EnigmaticFellow from Beast's Lair. I noticed you guys been speaking of creating an administration and would like to help out. I'm thinking of forming a branch which involves itself with the library of our base since it came to my attention that much of the non-magical tomes are indexed. I also wouldn't mind if anyone wishes to join me in this task. We aren't going to get anywhere with our research if we don't do something about the library.”

100%

Plans for Week One

1. Form the administration branch for the library
2. Research on how to open magic circuits
3. Recruit members and index the library at spare time

Satehi
November 22nd, 2011, 09:17 PM
GM in charge: LeopardBear

Name: Rex Xiu

Age: 15

Appearance: 172 cm, bulky. Asian.

Personality: Dunno how to describe

Mundane special talents:


Has decent skill in programming (Python only) and knowledge of networks and computer hardware
Basic website construction (HTML tags, CSS)
Can swim, ride a bike, has knowledge of how to perform CPR
Has basic Saxophone and Clarinet skills

Flaws to note:


Little to no athletic ability
Gets tired easily
Somewhat poor vision, but does not need classes

Circuits: <Locked>

Alignment: <Locked>

Sometimes, I wish I didn’t always go to bed so late. While staying up late was something that I liked doing and it wasn’t like I could sleep easily anyways, it also meant that I’d be dead tired the next day, usually when I’d have to be rushed to go to school. So annoying…

When I finally did end up falling asleep though, something instantly disturbs my slumber.

“..heart of the Lair…Tree of Sephiroth…homunculus…”

…What..?

“…ritual circle of runes…rich flows of prana…”

..What the hell is this-

“…Grain/True Ether into prana…grand convergence of ley lines..”

Wait… I recognize some of this..

“Magic Association, Holy Church, Demon Hunter Association.”

Before I can try to make much sense out of the words that begin to invade my brain, I suddenly obtain physical feeling again. But this is far from the comfy bed I’m used to.

Opening my eyes, I can definitely tell that I’m not where I was a couple minutes ago. It’s not just a weird dream, then.

I’m really in Nasuverse, 1992.

Oh man, that is so awesome. Even if it’s an extremely dangerous place to live in.

The other people around start some kind of conversation. They all know about the Nasuverse as well- no, they’re from Beasts Lair?

I don’t join in on their conversation, though. I’m not really that talkative a person.

Now they’re getting to exploring the rest of the…Lair, as I recall it. It wouldn’t be wise to stay quiet forever, so I take this opportunity to walk over to the group that’s forming and introduce myself.

“Um, hello everyone. My name is Rex Xiu, but I heard you were from Beasts Lair, so you guys probably know me better by my forum name, Satehi. It’s nice to meet you all. So… we’re going to explore to Lair?” I ask, hoping I haven’t gotten too far lost in the conversation.

Airen
November 22nd, 2011, 09:27 PM
Joshua Williams
Week 1


Perhaps he hadn't noticed it earlier because he had been so tired, but-

Ether, Magic Circuits, Servants, Holy Grail War

These terms were in a language he shouldn't have been able to understand, and yet-

True Ancestors, Mystic Codes, Throne of Heroes, Moon Cell,

Stopping in place, his right hand instinctively moving up to his forehead as if he could massage away the sudden pains of this unwanted headache, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth, willing the pain to go away with every fiber of his being.

Prana, mystic eyes, rejoice, wishes, this is a message from SERAPH, fighting between competitors in the arena is strictly prohibited-

Standing there, his mind finally acknowledging all the knowledge that had apparently been engraved into his memories, he felt the pain, the forced thoughts, slip back into the darkness of his mind, the knowledge they had contained now safely stored away in his brain for future reference.

The Nasuverse, huh?

The sudden wave of thoughts, alongside the talking of the others in this place, had made the fact that he had somehow wound up in the Nasuverse rather clear. (Though he was still half-convinced that he was dreaming) Not only that, but the other people in this place also appeared to be members of Beast's Lair, something that he found rather interesting, if somewhat unlikely.

Taking a step towards the group in question, his right hand slowly lowering to his side, he spoke aloud, slightly nervous, "Hello everyone, I heard you guys talking, and it seems that we're all from Beast's Lair right?" Without waiting for an answer he continued, "Well, just to be sure you guys are who you seem to be, can anyone guess who I am?" He smiled nervously, then said, "I'll even give you a hint, I'm the protagonist."

At the very least, the people he knew from the IRC channel would know him by that nickname, and it would erase some of his own doubts about what was going on, after all, implanted knowledge of this base or not, this was all still rather confusing.

---------------------------------

Plans for Week One

1.) Get to know everyone
2.) Search the library for books on magic
3.) Research how to open Magic Circuits

Lianru
November 22nd, 2011, 09:49 PM
Lucy Chen
Week 1

I try to duck away from the flying man, but suddenly - someone else pulls me away.
"Thank you so much. Your name is...Kyle? Nice to meet you in real life-"

And then I'm accosted by someone else.

「リアンルちゅあああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああ あああああああああああん!」
「ま、ままままままままままま!」
「やっぱりあんたは可愛いじゃん!俺のお嫁ちゃんになれるのかな・・・・て」
「す、す、すみまへん・・・なんだよ、僕は。おかしくなった・・・。」
"Sorry about that, Ru-ru-chan. My mouth just went ahead and said things..."


Apart from my sudden popularity (did everything about me just reverse?)- whoa, whoa, what? Japanese? Why do I understand it so...well? Did that have something to do with the random information about the Nasuverse that I suddenly know?

And…why in the world (haha) is everyone acting so...so chill? Now that I think of it, my family - I probably won't get to see them again. What would they be thinking right now? Good riddance? Probably. “It” said that I would be stuck here for 3 years…but when I get out, it won’t be the same world.

As everything sinks in…


"Everyone, listen up! This place is undoubtedly, real! Anybody who's awake, please don't wander off! We don't know what kind of things we might find in this compound, and it's best that we stick together for now in case something happens to one of us!"

…That’s right. I can’t panic now. But some people are moving faster than others. Some people haven't even woken up yet. I suppose I should follow the conversations, though, just so I don't get lost.


"Hello everyone, I heard you guys talking, and it seems that we're all from Beast's Lair right? Well, just to be sure you guys are who you seem to be, can anyone guess who I am?" He smiled nervously, then said, "I'll even give you a hint, I'm the protagonist."

"Airen!"

Shaderic
November 24th, 2011, 08:29 PM
Usandru
Week 1: Results

Try to start a (light) communal government/system of responsibilities/attempt to prevent utter anarchy.

Your efforts take more time than you'd like, and no formal set of rules has been set. However, seeing as most of these people are pretty reasonable, they're more than willing to behave in each other's presence. Since exploring the place also revealed that you'd at least have all your basic needs taken care of, there's no real reason for fighting right now.

OOC: We'll see how well the IC goes, and work from there for week two.


Go looking for books on Magecraft (preferably introductionary texts and stuff about Magic Circuits)

The library, as you discover, is large.

Which is to say that it has more in common with a small stadium, than any other library you've been to before. Books are everywhere, with some aisles having all their title's neatly shelved, while others are filled with piles tomes stacked haphazardly, only not tilting due to some strange force you're pretty sure is supernatural. Even walking in some areas is risky due to the imbalanced shelves in danger of falling over.

It is the sort of scene that would make a librarian weep.

In addition, the books themselves aren't organized in any way. A cook-book was jammed into physic's text-book, which was itself resting in a stack containing Dune, Canterbury Tales, The Prince, and 285 Jokes That You Can Use To Break The Ice At Any Party.

And 285 Jokes, as it turns out, is a fake cover. The inside is a thin photo-album of athletic people performing what's most politely described as Prana Exchange rituals.

However, not all your time was wasted.

In one of your (many) detours made to avoid being crushed by a landslide of books and shelving, you came upon one of the laboratories. While the lab itself had no readily usable materials, there was a circle in the floor labeled 'Basic Circuit Opener'. There's a notice next to it advising you to have medical assistance on hand for when it is triggered.

You have not yet triggered the circle, because you've only just discovered it, and are a little leary of the large red warning sign with graphic warnings of hallucinations, excrutiating pain, paralyzation, loss of conciousness, violent spasms, and death.


Investigate this "DreamingNet" in an attempt to map it's capabilities.

It takes a few days to get into, but you manage to 'enter' the DreamingNet. The most readily available comparison is that of lucid dreaming. Except lucid dreaming, for all of it's freedoms, doesn't quite feel real. The DreamingNet is more vivid. Everything feels rougher and smoother, harder and softer. It's as though you were wearing gloves before, and now you can touch everything with your bare hands.

If you can remember it, or imagine it, you can be there.

However... That's it.

If you can't fill in details, those little bits and pieces will remain empty. You can create a world, but the instant you stop focusing, it disapears like a soap bubble popping. Until you imagine them, people's face remain blank, and they will don nothing unless told. The world is static, and unchanging without your direct influence.

There's also a strong sense of other. For all that you can neither see nor hear anyone else, there's an invisible presence. Watching. As long as you are in the Net, it never stops. It feels big and small, compact and gigantic. To say that it's unnerving is an understatement.

Chaos Greyblood
November 26th, 2011, 12:49 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1


"War Room first, I think, unless there are objections," I voiced, bringing to bear the weight of what experience I had as an EMT who had had to take command of emergency situations. "Bloble apparently can find his way there, and from that room, we can see the rest of the base via mapping and scrying, as well as checking to make sure there are no hostiles before we split up to take charge of the rest of the forumites and guide them to their new homes. I have a feeling not all will adapt quite as well as we have..."

"I think taking a look at the War Room might be a good idea. We'll be able to start getting a grasp on what's going to happen."

He raises his hand quickly as he spoke out to the others nearby. "Anyone else going to the War Room??"

Blackdeath6031
November 26th, 2011, 08:21 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"Eh," I speak up shrugging.
I'd have no idea what I'm doing either way, so might as well tag along with the group that do.
"I'll come along. Everyone fine with that?"

Hopefully I won't become a burden to everyone here though...

Bloble
November 26th, 2011, 10:06 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

Wow. In almost no time people have decided where to go and what to do. Several more people volunteer to come with us to the War Room even as we speak. Amazing. We've only been awake for a few minutes yet this level of organisation and planning is being shown. I'd better do my part and not let anyone down.

Still, I'd better not hang around here too long, otherwise I'll forget the way.

"Alright guys, if you want to get to the War Room then follow me!" I stride confidently in a seemingly random direction. But I can feel that it's the right way. I make sure to walk slowly enough so that the others can follow. If I continue at this pace we should arrive in a few minutes.

RacingeR
November 27th, 2011, 01:39 AM
Nikolai Vladimore
Week 1

So this was it, eh. Holy shit, those guys are really good at getting shit done. I also voice my intention of going to the War Room, and follow Bloble, just behind Alf. I reminded myself of saying hi to him and Froggie later. Man, that would probably be awkward as fuck.

Anyways, I try to access the knowledge stored in my brain. It hurts but... I am able to fish the information there, somehow, and I can feel that Bloble is taking the correct course. I do not say anything. I can feel that I could use my internet attitude, the one that is more in line with my actual personality, but I would need to get over being surrounded by a bunch of strangers first. Well, not really strangers. I chated with a lot of those guys regularly, but eh... talking and socializing was always very awkward for me face to face.

This will take a time.

Shaderic
November 27th, 2011, 04:46 PM
[b]Alfheimwanderer
Week 1: Results

1) Find War Room and explore its offerings

Locating the War Room is an easy enough task.

Making use of it is another matter entirely.

Two raised tiers of desks face an enormous map of the world on the wall. Scattered over it in dozens of places are small colored patches, with small text scrolling across them. A ladder set into rails on the floor glides easily along enough to provide a simple, if not easy, method of getting closer to the higher up notes.

A little bit of geographic cross-referencing places most of the patches over major cities and populationg centers.

The data that flows through the patches on the other hand, tends not be readily useful. Tiny blurbs about temperatures, weather conditions, recent newspaper headlines... It's a little bit like a global news-site.

Along the back of the room, a half dozen phones sit, along with a strange and shiny construct of brass, jewels, and glowy bits. None of them react to your touch.

However, a particularily sharp pair of eyes note a tiny message in the lower left corner of the 'Screen' with the world map.

Current User: Unregistered Visitor


2) Chat up other people, find out more about situation and if they'd like to cooperate

Most people react amiably to you, with a handful apologizing later for being rude. Most wouldn't mind cooperating, but want to know what you want their help with before pitching in.

It takes a long time, and a lot of walking, but you manage to explore massive chunks of the geo-front. There are bits you didn't go to, but for the most part it's not a matter of being unable to get anywhere as it is the geo-front being an astonishingly huge and complex place. Restaurants, apartments, laboratories, farms, markets, hot springs, theatres, parks- the list goes on and on! This wasn't intended as merely a place to carry out research, but one where you could pleasantly spend your entire life in and never want for anything, save an open sky. And even then, magic could simulate it the great wideness of the brilliant night sky, with accurare constellations of stars that you'd never be able to see as clearly in the cities most of your new comrades came from.

However, there is one place you can't access.

Central Dogma.

The resting place of the mysterious Dreamer who runs all the functions of the Lair.

Enormous locks seal the gigantic double doors, and the area around it is constantly patroled by the biggest, nastiest looking golems. Huge, shining things of gleaming steel and ceramic, they carry around halberds big enough to swat you aside like a bug. You don't doubt the existence of many more exotic defences meant to protect the Dreamer, either.

Of course, you can't get outside either, but that's something to focus on later.

For now, aided by your explorations of the geo-front, and the chances to think as you walk through it all, you've come to a handful of simple conclusions.

All the people here were members of the Beast's Lair forum.

The information dumped into your head about the Lair seems accurate.

If the War Room is accurate (about the Olympics being held in France), then the year is 1992.

About the only thing you lack definitive proof on, is if you are really in the Nasuverse. Which, given the fervor of the many people looking for ways to activate magic circuits, should be a simple enough matter of waiting for the screaming to start.


3) Get other players to pool seed money for investment purposes

Most of the people you approach are interested in investing, but have no actual money as of yet to invest with. A side effect of arriving with almost nothing, and the 'credit' system not being fully understood yet.

Bloble
November 27th, 2011, 04:58 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
War Room

"AWESOME!"

I know I said earlier that I would never do something as embarrassing as screaming 'COOL' at the top of my lungs in the middle of a crowd, but what I just do is just as bad.

This place really is awesome. It really does actually look like a proper 'War Room', and I can imagine several people barking orders through the phones here, coordinating an army of magi in fighting a common enemy.

Of course, I still can't see any way for us to use it. The damn 'Unregistered Visitor' message obviously means there must be a method of 'registering' ourselves, enabling use of the War Room. If I'm going to be living here for any amount of time I'd better get myself registered.

"So, while this place looks cool and all that, and being in the past before I was even born is also cool, if not slightly weird, I think we should try and get some of these phones working, and maybe register ourselves as well, so we can actually use the stuff here."

...No, I don't plan on prank calling several famous people with those phones.

.......

...Well, it's not like calling Charlie Sheen and telling him he has tiger blood would screw up the time stream, would it?

Ace
November 27th, 2011, 11:07 PM
Name: Unlock more flags noob >:|
Age: 15
Appearance: Very short, long black hair, Asian.
Personality: For GREAT JUSTICE
Mundane special talents:

Ballroom Dancing
Cooking
I can speak English!
And I'm not blind!
Very basic First Aid training
Website construction/desgin


Flaws:


Asthma
Nonathletic
Lazy

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

Things came in a flash. Information was beamed straight to my mind, some of the terms were familiar. Of course that wasn't what matter though. No, whatever information it was telling me paled in comparison to what it was doing. What it was doing was interrupting my sleep. This was an unforgivable sin and those who sinned should be willing to suffer the consequences of their actions no matter what. My attempts at going back to sleep after were interrupted by wild yelling of the word cool.

Really, who on Earth would think about screaming at such an ungodly hour? Of course more noises accompanied it. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep with all this ruckus. Noisy kids. Wait, why was there so much noise in bedroom anyway? Now that I thought about it I wasn't lying on my bed.

How annoying.

There were people gathered together talking excitedly, most of them seemed to be male. Oh wait, I was in the Nasuverse. I was going to have to spend time with these people, these awful people that wake up early.

I want to go home already.

Blackdeath6031
November 28th, 2011, 09:42 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

....Hmm...'Unregistered Visitor', huh.

Let's see...

I try touching the words on the screen as an experiment, then pause to check for a response whilst looking around the room.

2ndsly
November 28th, 2011, 10:21 PM
Name: Nemo Joncker
Age: 21 Cycles
Appearance: Brown Hair, Green Eyes, taned/redish skin, 5'9"
Personality: Measure Twice, Cut Once/Tragedies Happen/All of those clever reasons were wrong.
Mundane Special Talents: Quick Read with Retention/imaginative(spends 1- 2hours a day dreaming up something)/construction/basic engineering/grilling(beef, chicken, fruit, and vegetables)/strawberry preserves(more sugary jelly, also better tasting)

Flaws: new obsessions may distract him from other activities(i.e. food, friends, responsibilities)/while normally mild, when Provoked he may loss his temper and resorts to violence

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

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Migraines aren't anything new. I spent five months of the passed year trying to function without glasses long after they became necessary . I'm only nearsighted, so daily life is unaffected. But anything further then twenty feet gave me issues. Specifically, I would go about my day with an illusionary goblin hammering at my head with a pickaxe, and still function more or less normally. So when I open my eyes, the headache doesn't Quite make make me unable to function. It does make me spend about five minutes sitting on the ground, processing.


Sealed from the World: Bounded fields, engineering, and other such provide a perfect seal against the elements. After three years, residents have the option of unlocking the ark, but they are not required to.
Defenses: Bounded fields conceal the base from magical or mundane detection in a way similar to the fields of the Dead Apostle Ancestors
Central Dogma: The [}]{[}]{[} of the +=+=+=+--- is even more well secured, as that is the place from which all control of the facility is done. It is sealed ()() [{] #%^+|~<\ ~}+' +'}^}~|*>, with sentinel <¥~€~¥<>|£>|£|>~£~>|£||€||>|€|+||+||>~£'|>\*|%{!\+Unauthorized golems entering will shut down immediately.
Camouflage and Emissions Control: Very well hidden, with thermal and EM camouflage and concealment preventing interference with the outside world.
Emergency Escape System: A ********that sca**** the r****ents in case of a cataclysmic #%¥€£¥€€¥+=][{}\€\££|(by causing the volcano to erupt). In this case, the {}[]><|+€\€ will awaken, either going with one of ~>\ *|<\€<\€\\> or elsewhere as necessary.


The Repository of Knowledge: A library containing the sum total of standard knowledge of magecraft (without any family secrets) as well as more mundane matters, though inefficiently organized. Also contains novels and such things. There is a [][][][][][][][[][][][][[[[]][][][][][][][]][][][][][][][][]][][][][][][]][][][][][][][]][][][][][][]][][][ never catalogued.
Reading areas: Designed for comfort, with various illusion magecrafts simulating different environments. Some chambers offer chairs, some piles of cushions, some floors.
-----------/=========: Equipped with the basic gear one needs to practice the thaumaturgical arts, whether it be standard magecraft or Alchemy. Heavily shielded so stray spells won’t hurt anyone outside the room. Also soundproof.
Meditation chambers: For __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ _____

Yep, not normal.

Course, I already knew that because my iPad isn't cradled in my arms. I often fall asleep while reading on it, so I'm used to waking with it right next to me. Not so now.

I actually process this before I realize I'm on the ground....

Before too long, I'm up and looking at the chaos around me. People yelling, shuffling, tackling(or at least trying to); I do what's natural and fade into the background.

As I watch I see the beginnings of bureaucracy forming, AND the beginning of a SCIENCE department.

My lips twitch into a my customary mild frown. This, could be irritating. The worst of it are the people who's first reaction is NASUVERSE! .......No, I can't say I would have expected anything less, but it is slightly painful to watch.

I set aside my irritations. It's their life, let them live it as they may. I, personally, am disturbed by our collective predicament. So I react to it like I do Everything that bothers me.

Go read a book.

Action: Head to the "Repository of Knowledge".
O==[[============-


Proof Reading is Suffering.
Use it Well.

alfheimwanderer
November 29th, 2011, 04:18 AM
Blackdeath6031
Week 1: Results



1) Get used to new setting;

After the first rush of giddiness (which carries you through most of the day), you begin to realize that the situation may not be as cool as you initially thought. Yes, you are in the Nasuverse, meaning magic exists, with all the mystical, crazy, magitechy things that implied, but...you will likely never see anyone you knew ever again.

You are displaced in space and time. Much of your knowledge is useless (with the exception of the martial arts and language specialities), the people around you are largely strangers, and you are in the Nasuverse, where to use magecraft means risking death every time you open your circuits (with great pain besides), and anything out of the ordinary attracts curious powers and people who may not be entirely friendly.

Towards the end of the week, you realize that you now depend on your wit, whatever the mad designers of this Lair had in mind, and the kindness of strangers (who may not be all that kind after all, as you hardly knew them). Time to train, or time to die.


2) Get acquainted with other BLers

Your efforts with conversing with people early on pay major dividends, as you become known as one of the more reasonable people in the Lair, and one who can remember names quite easily. Being able to cook fairly well is also a boon, as some do not care for the standard Japanese fare, and talk of recipes are interesting. Unfortunately, your lack of stamina and lack of many other skills does not help your situation, but you are better off than many who have no social skills at all.

As long as you keep the arrogance at bay, of course, as that, as well as rudeness and inability to listen to reason were there reason that a small group were cut off from social interaction, disappearing into the recesses of the Lair. Though an effort was made to find them, no one knows their whereabouts, as the compound is vast - a small town, more than just a building.

Perhaps they simply died, trying to open their magic circuits, falling from cliffs, or simply starving to death.

Perhaps.


3) explore base and ensure accommodations and necessities for everyone are arranged

Working with the others, you are able to explore a good portion of the Lair, with a special focus on the housing and food options available. Its rather astonishing how vast the facility is, and at times you think that it was meant for more people, since it seems so relatively empty. You do come across several dormitory buildings, as well as some apartments in a number of varieties, with some quickly becoming occupied, while others remain empty due to location. Each dwelling is protected by locks and other more esoteric defenses, with keys inside and an area for one to prick one's finger for a blood sample to link it to your prana signature.

There is some basic clothing and furniture in the dwelling you pick out, most of it involving some combination of robes and pants. Laundry services, patterns on wall, bathhouses, etc are available for use, and when you go for food, you find the basics are provided for you, with the rest requiring prana credits of some kind. Naturally, you have no idea how to access this system or gain more credit, but towards the end of the week, as you finish...relieving yourself, a small popup at your desks informs you that you have 1 prana credit.

100%
zlol365:
Week1: Results



1) Know everybody

You approach many people, some of which remember you very well as the one who called out "COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL", labelling you as "Ryuunosuke 2." Some you try to glomp, which unfortunately does not go over so well, as while you may know each other online, you remain physically strangers, and many of the females are a bit wary about physical contact when the male to female ratio is so overwhelmingly male (and not exactly attractive male, at that). The perversion doesn't seem to be a good thing to many, unfortunately.

Of course, your skill with fencing and martial arts (as well as languages) help to counterbalance this, and you find yourself getting roped into a number of groups by those who want to learn. Its the Nasuverse, after all, and as everyone realizes, we're all a little out of shape.



2) Try to explore the possibility of learning magic

Given that you are in the Nasuverse, learning magic is likely not impossible, though it is difficult to tell for sure. You do find the Dream Theatre and the Alchemical Pharmacy, selling the OTC potions, along with some recipes on how these basics were mixed and put together.



3) Find where they keep those spellbooks

Your main recourse, though, is the vast Repository of Knowledge, filled with more tomes than any library you've ever known. Books are everywhere, with some aisles having all their title's neatly shelved, while others are filled with piles tomes stacked haphazardly, only not tilting due to some strange force you're pretty sure is supernatural. Even walking in some areas is risky due to the imbalanced shelves in danger of falling over.


Many of the books are modern textbooks, some are fantasy novels or romance. There is at least one anthology of gothic vampire erotica, a copy of Morte d'Arthur, and a thick, dusty tome that looks as if its written in Arabic, entitled "Ghâyat al-Hakîm fi'l-sihr."

Unfortunately, you don't know Arabic.

zlol365
November 29th, 2011, 04:37 AM
Koshiro Yamada
week 2

"dam it"

That was what he could mutter in frustration as he realized that everything he had been searching for in the repository of knowledge was in vain. However, he would not give up. Magic, if anything, would be the main essence of his survival. He would sideline it for short-term but critical goals. However, it would continue to be on his objectives. For now, other matters beckoned.

He closed his eyes and pondered.

His knowledge in a japanese martial art and Fencing would be valuable slightly, but he would need to learn a bit more of fighting styles... where would there be access to such material in fact? Either way, he begun noting down the objectives that he would need to do. FIrst, the Blers had not much experience in combat, even him. Equipping them would be one thing, since there were lecture halls... however a dojo might be better. Plus, if only he could find a way to master kendo.....

He nodded. If anything, he would stick to heading to the dojo in this area to train up.

Objectives:
1)Find a dormitory
2)Enter dojo and begin training aikido/fencing skill
3)Enter library and begin searching for ways to navigate the library (Understanding which knowledge is where, etc)

Blackdeath6031
November 29th, 2011, 06:45 AM
Week 2
Suigetsu Ryuuga

....Whoa, so...

Welp, I guess that's one reason why I should be drinking more water...!

That aside, I think it has been rather tiresome trying to move between places here, with my body...

I suppose that's one thing I should start on doing.
Since this is the Nasuverse, we'd also be able to cast spells.
But how we do so, we'd have to research. Going by that weird dump, there's a library here, so perhaps that could be a good start.

With that in mind, I start to wander around the Lair with a general destination being the Repository of Knowledge.
As usual, as old habits are sure to die hard, my hands move in front of me as I walk, left directly in front of right with about 10 centimetres apart.

Just as though I was holding some straight object.

Then I start swinging this...imaginary...thing about in simple swipes or thrusts.


Goals for week 2:

Find a good circuit route to jog as well as other notable locations in the Lair, and start to improve endurance and stamina (including jogging while continuing to explore the rest of the base, and doing step exercises and other stationary exercises while not busy);
Start simple scan through Repository for possible books of interest, in particular regarding magecraft and how to divine one's alignment;
Ask others, as well as conducting own research into opening circuits. However not make use of it until endurance and stamina are at reasonable levels;

Ace
November 30th, 2011, 07:17 PM
The One With No Name
Week 1

Overall I find myself underwhelmed. Yeah, sure, I am in the Nasuverse, a place full of many wonders but this is also completely unfamiliar territory. Being stuck here away from my friends and family... and as horribly nerdy as this sounds, I don't have a computer near me at all. If my knowledge about the Nasuverse didn't fail me then hope isn't lost yet. Traveling through dimensions was possible here, if I could somehow learn how to use the Second Magic I could go back home. But then again, the Second Magic was probably far from my reach. It's not like anyone can pick up a book and become a Magician.

Well, since everyone was exploring their new home, I might as well do it too. I kind of do want to go and find a nice comfy bed and sleep in it. Everything else can wait after I have a nice long restful nap.

I cringed thinking about all the stupid things I say when I'm tired. First impressions are important and I'd rather put them off until later when I can think properly.

Week 1 Goals:
1) Find my own room and sleep
2) Find a way to unlock magic circuits in a non painful way
3) Meet and talk with other BLers.

Fangstrike
November 30th, 2011, 09:31 PM
Fangstrike
Week 1

Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


My first thought was pain - pain so frickin’ immense that I couldn’t even scream, out loud. Of course, that might have to do with the fact my body was being dematerialized (aka torn apart into itty-bitty pieces). I thought it was all a bad dream. I had hoped and prayed to God that it was. Unfortunately, I opened my eyes and remembered a cold hard fact – God is frequently busy, too busy to deal with everyone’s little problem, though mine should probably be bumped ahead a few paces. You know the fact that I’m in another universe my situation seems a little more dire than a few.

I pulled myself off the cold hard floor and stumbled to my feet. I was only dressed in dark blue sweat pants and a white t-shirt. Well, that's what the powers that be get for kidnapping me from my bed. I was decent, that was good, but I was gonna need something better, eventually. As my head began making sense of all the information that was downloaded into my brain, I picked up on one important detail. We were stuck here for three years. My next emotion was of sinking despair which I vocalized.

“Dammit. I’m so getting fired.” This just had to happen after I had finally landed my new low-level office job.

As I rub the last vestiges of sleep from my brain, I see a group walking away from me. “Hey, wait up.”

I rush to catch up with them. I’m in a deep, dark cavern. The guy who gets left behind is always the first to go in the movies, usually by some kind of creepy crawler, and I do not intend to be that guy.

Blackdeath6031
November 30th, 2011, 09:42 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

As I enter the Repository, I see a familiar face swear and start to leave.

"....Oh hey, it's Ryuunosuke."
I blurted that out without thinking, and merely stare blankly at him.

alfheimwanderer
November 30th, 2011, 09:45 PM
The One With No Name
Week 1 Results


1) Find my own room and sleep

The Lair offers many, many housing options, and it can be rather confusing to know what is best at this current point in time, especially without someone else to bounce ideas off of, or anyone else around. The grand base is a rather lonesome place for a single person, after all, even if you do know how to cook and a bit about living on your own. And given that most of the population of the Lair is apparently male (and you heard about an attempted glomping incident) you are not exactly comfortable with having any of them as roommates, because while you may have known them online, you don't know any of their particularities (and some have turned out to be quite eccentric). Fortunately, you come across a girl not too much older than you by the name of Lucy Chen (called Lianru on the forums), who by happy coincidence is the one who was nearly glomped, and you two hit it off quite nicely.

The two of you come across many dormitory buildings, as well as some apartments in a number of varieties, with some quickly becoming occupied, while others remain empty due to location, going through room after room after room, before finding a suitable dwelling on top of one of the buildings overlooking the world tree. It had simply registered as a locked door before, with several people trying to access it and failing as individuals. When you came as a pair, however, touching the prana signature area together, the door swung open to reveal this. (http://freshome.com/2011/05/19/breathtaking-penthouse-apartment-built-on-top-of-two-buildings/)

Of course, given that the system notes on the console on a desk specify this as a grand triple, you do wonder if there is a third person given access who doesn't know about it, but that isn't in the forefront of your mind, given that you do control physical keys as well - three sets, in fact. There is a rooftop garden one can access, with stair and mechanical elevator access for convenience, as well as a simple area on the roof to study or train if one wishes, with a perfect view of the expanse of the Geofront.

The dwelling seems to have been designed for one male and two females, given the clothing in the closet, including some robes - and very elegantly appointed dresses, nightgowns, and such in different styles. And of course, the beds are just to die for, offering the ultimate in comfort.


2) Find a way to unlock magic circuits in a non painful way

Along with many in BL, you set out to explore the vast expanse of the library, coming across tomes of all ages, of all different subjects. Joke books, cook books, how to self-help books on how to make honey, cut jewels, and more. You even find what seem to be magical laboratories with all sorts of esoteric equipment, something about a soul calibur, prana distillation, and a set of small gems locked away behind a bounded field. Unfortunately, you cannot access these, but you do hear about a "Magic Circuit Opener" discovered in another lab, with dire warnings around it.


3) Meet and talk with other BLers.

You approach many people, and interestingly enough, begin to get more popular as the week comes to an end. Apparently, the gender ratio being highly skewed in a place where one will be stuck for 3 years has its advantages, as you seem to receive just a bit more attention than someone else might (and are hit upon by a few). Especially since you end up spending much time with Lucy, and the presence two cute young asian girls proved difficult to resist for some. Some are socially awkward, and some are very shy, but you eventually manage to piece together some information.

Some of the others are confused about what has happened, how all were brought here. Some are in the depths of despair, weeping that they will never go home. Some are setting up a leadership structure, with workshops to share knowledge, and you find out that there are groups looking for those with any training or interest in medicine, cooking, or martial arts, among others. The only consensus is that everyone has been given the same initial knowledge, and that what you do with it is your business.

Fangstrike
November 30th, 2011, 09:58 PM
Fangstrike
Week 1

After meeting up with the group, we began exploring the base. Looks like this place will be our home for the next several years. Might as well make myself comfortable.

Week 1 Goals:

1) Familiarize myself with The Lair.
2) Get to know my fellow BLers. Maybe cook for them.
3) Try to find some books on magecraft and magic circuits so I can at least learn the basics.

SeiKeo
November 30th, 2011, 10:46 PM
1. Find out how to survive in this place and how it works

Wandering around, exploring, it strikes you how large this complex is: you could fit the better part of a city in the cavern. In fact, it seemed that it was already there. Empty restaurants, waiting for customers. World class museums, of art, science, and industry. All kinds of facilities: springs, gyms, theaters, and...

In the back of a large concert hall, you find a storage room, seemingly empty and open to you. Hauling open the massive steel door, you can only see darkness. Then, an automatic light system turns on.

The room is filled to the gills with instruments. Gleaming electric guitars, racks of violins, massive drum sets, horns... it has it all. But, none of that interests you right now, as it shouldn't. Displayed in the center of the room is better.

Gentle back curves fill the space, sweeping in elegant lines. Brass pedals complement the single color, as does the gleaming ivory row of keys. But what draws your eye is not any of these things, but the white letters proudly displayed on the front.

"Steinway & Sons."

A Steinway grand piano. On its bench you can see now a small device, something like a smartphone. As you pick it up, it pulses with light softly, flashing across the screen, "owner recognized." A menu appears, giving you a number of options. Scrolling through them, it would appear that you could somehow order, through the device, the instrument to move to any room in the complex, including your penthouse.


2. Find somewhere to stay

3. Find at least one person to talk to – wouldn’t want to go crazy yet.

Luckily, you manage to meet up with dear Acesu, who provides you with not only a non-crazy roommate, but someone who isn't a creep! Or, at least, not that you know: cosplay can be creepy. In addition to finding your friend, you are able to find a spacious, modern penthouse perched on top of the dorm building, though it still has an extra bed.

zlol365
November 30th, 2011, 11:38 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

As I enter the Repository, I see a familiar face swear and start to leave.

"....Oh hey, it's Ryuunosuke."
I blurted that out without thinking, and merely stare blankly at him.

Koshiro yamada
Week 2


"Oiiiiii! Its Y-a-m-a-d-a!"

Immediately, he proceeded to pout when he heard the name Ryuunosuke. Then he closed his eyes and looked at Ryuuga or rather BD and said, "So, so, you're BD. What did you call me for? I'm busy trying to locate a dormitory before heading to the dojo and the library."

Blackdeath6031
November 30th, 2011, 11:43 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"Huh, funny that. I was going to look for a room to stay in later on as well, after having a look through the library.
...Hold on. Dorm? So you're planning to stay with someone else?"

I look at Ryuunosuke quizzically.

zlol365
December 1st, 2011, 12:57 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"Huh, funny that. I was going to look for a room to stay in later on as well, after having a look through the library.
...Hold on. Dorm? So you're planning to stay with someone else?"

I look at Ryuunosuke quizzically.

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

"well, I don't really have time to maintain my own room, etc. And I think i'm more likely to spend more time outside then in my room particularly. So yeah. Probably someone could use the room more than I do.. which is why i'm dorm'ing in with someone else. And you're exploring the library as well? Its complicated. I've been inside. Apparently unless there's a way to navigate through the library, it will be tough."

He stated as a matter of fact.

Blackdeath6031
December 1st, 2011, 05:58 AM
Week 2
Suigetsu Ryuuga

....Spend the most time outside, huh....

"Well, if the library is as complicated as you say, what are you planning to do now?"

Shaderic
December 1st, 2011, 10:33 AM
EnigmaticFellow
Week 1: Results

Christopher Monroe
Week 1
1. Form the administration branch for the library
It turns out that you're not the only apalled that your greatest source of knowledge is about as organized as a bunch of grade-school students at an ice-cream shop. It's only about a dozen people, and it'll still take years to properly sort through the library, but even the longest journey must begin with a single step.



2. Research on how to open magic circuits
While looking through a rather promising looking book, you happened upon a rather odd design. A serpent biting it's own tail, an Ourobouros. Amazingly, the design comes to life. The serpent moves, and a thin inky head rises from the page.

It promptly bites you.

While the fangs are very tiny and barely capable of piercing the skin, the pair of tiny fang-marks burn like they've been rubbed with cayenne pepper. After a few a minutes of stumbling around, watching the world grow blurrier and blurrier, you realize that it was probably poisonous before you fall unconcious.

When you wake up the next day in the infirmary, you find out that you also lost bowel control, and soiled your pants.

As if to mock you, the book is no longer where it once was, instead a copy of 'Malaria through the Ages' occupies it's space.

OOC: Congratulations on the getting first Natural One.

3. Recruit members and index the library at spare time

It didn't really improve people's opinion of the library, when they found one the organizers lying face-down in an isle, with a big, brown, and pungent stain on his trousers.

But, you still get two more people to help sort through the books. It's a little slower going, since you're also trying to pick out any 'interesting' titles, such as the one that bit you, but progress is progress.

So far, your group has sorted through most of the first aisle, and while there's been no magic surprises, the shelves have almost crushed you once or twice. Or thrice. No more than five times, really.

A few of your members talk about maybe getting helmets, but there's no really solid movement for them, yet.

2ndsly
December 1st, 2011, 10:42 AM
Nemo Joncker
Week 1

"Well, this is....impressive." I have a hard time describing the "Repository of Knowlege", largely because while it is the single most impressive library I have ever seen, it is also the worst organized I've ever imagined. Just a quick look told me how unorganized it was; Physics and Chemistry books side by side with SiFi and Fantasy. It's insane.

"If nothing else, I wont be bored for quite sometime."

I really should look into housing options, but I've never been able to resist an unorganized shelf.


Week 1 Goals
1. Explore the library, gaining what insight to it I can.
2. Begin browsing the titles and seeing what help I might gain for organizing them
3. Look into housing, just see to my basic needs for now.

zlol365
December 1st, 2011, 10:51 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

....Spend the most time outside, huh....

"Well, if the library is as complicated as you say, what are you planning to do now?"

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

"Probably begin to try and examine the contents of some books from the shelves and try to see if there's a possibility of categorizing the library into sections of content like philosophy, etc. Just like a normal library."

He paused for the moment and looked at BD.

"How about we bunk in together since we're trying to figure out the library and learn magic as soon as possible? We could easily discuss the plans and discoveries, etc."

Change of Objectives:
1) Find any possible members/efforts to index library and proceed with indexing
2) Train up Fencing skills in Dojo and train others
3) Dorm up with Blackdeath

deviatesfish
December 1st, 2011, 12:41 PM
Name: Shen (Family name), Ren (Given name)

Height: 165 cm (Approximately 5’5”)
Weight: 55 kg (Approximately 120 lbs)

Appearance: Chest length, messy black hair usually a mess but sometimes bound in a ponytail, black eyes, hard to see pupils, lean, athletic build, almost no body fat, Asian. Prefers casual, monotonous clothing, white, gray or black colors. Usually frowns or pouts, unless faking a smile because being watched by someone. Doesn’t like to wear skirts or long socks. Likes baggy sweat-pants. Likes business suits best. Likes high-class clothing. Doesn’t like tight clothing. Have rather long eyelashes.

Personality: Reacts to different people differently.

Will be as polite as possible in front of strangers, taking the most neutral stances and unwilling to show any true emotion. Pathological liar and a hypocrite in front of strangers, but never outright lying, usually misdirecting or omitting information. Always thinking of how to best incapacitate strangers and get away without being caught.

Bipolar to friends and either completely loving or absolutely hating. Moods flip without warning or reason, usually over minute details that others over look. Likes to joke about random things and finds random other things funny even when no one else does. Likes loyal friends and is loyal to friends when others would abandon ship. Hates backstabbers. Clingy towards good friends. Likes when friends are all happy. Dislikes dishonest friends. Tells everything to friends.

Is very detail oriented unless focusing on a greater goal. Doesn’t like boastful people or pushy people. Likes to know about every aspect of a situation before entering it, but will make spontaneous decisions based on mood. Many reasoning and decisions made with emotions even while analyzing the situation without emotions at the same time. Likes sweets. Dislikes clingy people. Is clingy. Doesn’t like people who do good things for the sake of being good; doesn’t like “goodie-two-shoes” type characters, but has a soft spot for people who do good. Has a sadistic side that goes beyond the extreme. Likes to inflict torment and torture with an aggressive passion that is passed cruel and unusual. Quick to violence when provoked. Easily depressed. Has poor self-esteem. Self deprecating and attention seeking.

Is sometimes in one’s own dream world and very strange to others. Likes when girls wear tight clothing. Loves natural blonds.

Mundane Talents:

Languages – Chinese (Mandarin), Casual Japanese, English, Spoken Arabic (learned from high school friend), Spanish (3 years in high school), Ancient Chinese (learned from father)
Martial Arts – Tae Kwon Do 2-dan, Muay Thai practitioner for 8 years, Recreational Tai Chi, Recreational Krav Maga, Recreational Mixed Martial Arts, Recreational Yoga
Extremely Flexible – due to conditioning (Can touch back of head with toes)
Golden Rule – Very Good at Making Money
Business Skills – Finance, Economics, Accounting, Venture Capital Investment, Securities Investment, Futures Investment, Management, Chinese Guanxi Creation
Seduction – Pretty Good at This
Masseuse – Shiatsu, Oiled, Full Body, Qi Gong An Mo
Cooking – Chinese, Japanese, moderately alright at making Western dishes
Household – Cleaning, Maintenance, Knitting
Art – Professional Painter, Recreational Sketcher, Recreational Clothing Designer, Casual digital drawing/painting
Lucid Dreamer – 8 years of regular meditation
Computer Related – C++, building computers, Office, photo editing
Sports – State-Level Varsity Golf, State-Level Table Tennis, Amateur Tennis, Amateur Badminton, Competitive Swimming, Casual Jogging, Casual Basketball, Casual Out-door Camping
Torture and Interrogation – Good at torture, below average at interrogation
Tourist – Have traveled to all the continents of the world, very well traveled in all continents
Analytical – Quick to understand aspects of a subject/topic/object and ways to exploit it
Drifting – Used to go out driving like a maniac for 2 years
Tea – Brews Good Tea of Orient Varieties
Entrepreneur – Helped start up several businesses
Psychology – Studied for two years in college

Odd Traits/Flaws:

Extremely Farsighted – Everything is blurry without glasses, can still read and see, but need to strain/focus eyes
Ilya-sexual – Obsessed with Ilyasviel von Einzbern
Nail biting – compulsive fingernail biting
Cuddles – Personality is like a cat most of the time
Extra-sensitive Hearing – Can hear things from across a campus, usually unnecessary or unwanted things
Procrastinator – When it doesn’t matter
Perfectionist – When it doesn’t matter
Writing – Sucks at this, writes porn
Picky – Very picky about friends, usually sees all a person’s flaws before seeing a single good trait about them
Geeky Memory – Remembers every small detail of all favorite series
Awkward – Doesn’t follow social norms
Unfocused – Easily distracted
Shiny – Easily distracted by shiny things
Should Not Touch Coffee – Becomes hyperactive after consuming coffee (stays up for up to 24 hours with one small cup of regular)
Showers – Likes to stay in hot showers for as long as possible
Bed – Likes to stay in warm, fluffy bed for as long as possible
Depressed – Easily offended or depressed
Lacks Self-Esteem – Believes self to be worthless, tries best to please precious friends and family. Usually feels like failure, likes attention from close friends

Circuits: Locked
Alignment: Locked

(Ugly ten-minute doodle)

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It’s a strange thing to be taken away from all that you knew. The sights, sounds, smells… of course, I took these things for granted. I took for granted that there would always be a bunch of motorcyclist faggots at the bottom of my fifteen story apartment honking it up from the middle of the night to the brink of dawn. I took for granted even the simple things—the wonderful two hundred dollar headphones that my father brought me that I’ve used for the past three years. The music that I legally or illegally downloaded off the internet… I enjoyed these things. I even enjoyed having to be shaken up at six in the morning because my maid arrived from home and needed me to open the door for her so that she could clean my apartment.

I took these things for granted. Many people take their lives for granted, but not many of them lose everything. Hell…

…Where the hell are my damned glasses?!

I squinted around, but I couldn’t see a damn thing. This is the worst fucking way to wake up in the morning. Evening. Whatever, I can’t even tell the time because of how messed up my internal clock is. I feel so grumpy. I want to kick something.

Seeing that I had the space, I flipped up and stood straight. So I couldn’t find my glasses… fine. I can see decently without them. Well, I can read well enough, even though I will get a headache just thirty minutes in. My real problem is that I lack a depth perception without my glasses; my eyes tend to cross and sway towards my nose. It was something I had surgery for, back when I was seven years old.

That it still bothers me now just tells how much of a pain in the ass it is.

The raging headache that already was banging my head like a drum wasn’t helping either. Great, integrated information. Information stuck inside my mind. Oh boy this is a lot of information.

I love to learn things, but…

…This feels like I’m cheating.

Not that I have anything against this, however. It’s not even cheating unless I’m caught.

Fine…

I’m in a new world.

I should be hyperventilating. I should… what? What does society tell me I should do in this situation? I’m drawing a blank. I don’t know what to do. But…

…I’m still going to kick the first person I see in the groin.

After that? Well, I’m nobody. I’m just a lurker on the forums, you wouldn’t even know my handle if I told you the url of my profile page. It’s alright, I’m nobody, just here to look around. Don’t worry about me. I wouldn’t worry about you, certainly so don’t dig around. I…

…I need more information. What do I do? How do I react? I need… something to tell me what to do. Perhaps a new pair of glasses too. Without my glasses, I feel like I want to…

…I want to kill someone.

It’s not wrong, is it?


A little blood never hurts…?

Right?

…oh god…
…oh god…


…oh god…


…oh god…

…oh god…
…oh god…

…oh god…

…oh god…

…oh god…

…I’m all alone. I don't even believe in god.


I need… I need an anchor. I need someone to rely on…
All alone. Family, friends, everything I had… everything that defines me? Who am I to be now?


…someone… I need someone to pat my head
to praise me




to tell me I’m not going insane...


…please?
…I just need a shoulder to lay my head on for a while.


I blinked away a solitary tear.
That was enough.
“Let’s see this place for what it is then,” I muttered and picked myself up.

RacingeR
December 1st, 2011, 12:51 PM
OOC: Okay, I will plain just send my list of objectives...

1) Crack open the War Room's mystery and make it work. Maybe find a way of registering.
2) Get acquaintanced with the BLers, specially the denizens of #notes, since I feel more comfortable around them anyway.
3) Explore library for a way of opening circuits.

Chaos Greyblood
December 1st, 2011, 05:54 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1

Having made his way to the War Room, Chaos has realized that there will be a lot of things he can do in order to fulfill his goals. For now, it was best that he has to find some people, meet up with them and see which ones can stand as friends and which ones... will not. He decides to step out after the formal business was done.

Objectives

1) Find some friends and establish connecitons.
2) Find a way to open up his magic circuits and start achieving his potential
3) Get a better fix on what's going on from other people.

Blackdeath6031
December 1st, 2011, 06:01 PM
Week 2
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"Oh?"
Ryuunosuke brought something interesting up.
Then, I smile politely and ask.
"How about taking a break for now? Might you be interested in having lunch with me somewhere?
We can discuss this...'bunking' majig over the meal?"

deviatesfish
December 1st, 2011, 09:36 PM
Some were weak. Some showed their weakness.
Some left, running away.

I think I had walked passed someone who was curled into a ball and crying about how everyone was out to stop him from saving someone. But then again, I could be wrong; there were a lot of us here. It's not my place to decide their fate. They are just faceless beings to me anyway.

It's strange really...

...without the internet and actually facing people, I found myself lacking any interest in interacting with them. Facing them in reality, I saw their flaws before they even spoke. This skewed my view of everyone in this complex far more than I wished.

I had yet to find my friends...

Week 1
Ren

First I need to find a place to stay. I can take care of myself just fine, and I do not feel comfortable sharing living spaces with everyone else.

Once my living quarters are set, there are things that I must do, I suppose.

Best keep an aura of anonymity while here, but I shall not be blatant about it.

1) First, I have to distinguish myself from the average humans. If I do not learn magecraft soon enough, this fictional world will swallow me whole. Even without a goal, I know enough and care enough about my survival that I will work on this first.

So I must open my magic circuits and begin learning as fast as I can.

2) Even though I am in distant land, I can't forget what little I have to hold on to of my past. One of the things I had dedicated myself to in the past, my past, is my martial arts. I had a strange combination that I loosely added together to call a style. It was funny to do that then, but now it might actually come into use.

I will not stop conditioning myself, but there are so many... mooks... here. I will need to find some people to practice with, because practicing alone is the antithesis of motivation. Just half a dozen to a dozen random, nameless members of BL will do. As long as they are willing, I will teach them the basics.

I could lead them, if they wished, but establishing myself as a leader is not important. Just having a few people to work with is... though I always place loyalty ahead of many other characteristics. Perhaps helping them develop camaraderie would not be so bad.

3) I heard of the Dreamer. A homunculus. Is it wrong that my heart goes "doki doki" when I think of her? I want to meet her, talk to her, maybe something more? I don't know, but I want to learn... I want her...?

I shall settle for getting to know her better...

Froggie
December 1st, 2011, 10:57 PM
GM in charge: alfheimwanderer

Name: Louisa Ferre (Froggie)

Age: 27

Mundane special talents:


Speaks Spanish, English, and French.
Basic knowledge of programming and computer repair.
Basic knowledge of karate.
Basic acting skills.
Quick to learn and adapt.
Good at sneaking up on people. (I love doing this)
Usually very patient.
Doesn’t get hangovers.
Can drink copious amounts of alcoholic beverages without becoming drunk.
Industrial Engineer - Has basic knowledge of accounting, psychology, human resources management, optimization, logistics, chemistry, physics, advanced mathematics, electronics, marketing, business management, project planning, etc.
Because of current job, has developed good people skills and is an expert at listening, picking out important details in conversation, and feigning interest while exuding an amicable façade, even if bored senseless.

Flaws to note:


Usually very lethargic and listless during the day.
Near-sighted. Requires contacts or glasses to be able to see normally.
Can be casually hurtful without meaning to.
Is prone to overthinking and overcomplicating simple problems.
Will procrastinate and laze around unless faced with a deadline.
Is prone to indecision and wasting time when faced with an “unimportant” choice.
Despite having a high tolerance to alcohol, will often drink until unconsciousness.
Very private, keeping emotions and worries bottled up. Prone to occasional emotional outbursts when overstressed.
Due to an old accident, suffers from occasional knee joint pain. If forced to stand, walk, or run for extended periods of time, will end up developing a limp.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>


}ï{

I do not often remember my dreams.

Usually, for me, it is just a matter of going to bed and waking up in my room later, several hours having gone by in what feels to be only seconds with nothing more than a vague sense of ‘something’ having transpired while I slept; a something that slips from my consciousness rapidly as I try to focus on it. Dreams are fickle and elusive like that; like looking at fragile figures made of smoke that writhe and shift as you focus on them and that break apart as soon as you try to grasp them. I will wake up knowing that I dreamed something, a vague half remembered image, but the more I try to dwell on the subject matter, the faster I forget what the content was as I edge towards lucidity.

Rarely, if ever, will I remember the contents of my own dreams.

Sometimes, I will jolt awake and realize that I have just woken up from a dream that I have been actively influencing, the act of changing the course and direction of the dream somehow being enough to startle me into consciousness, leaving behind only rapidly fading mirages which are then promptly forgotten.

That is to say: becoming aware of a dream will bring it crashing down like that, freeing me from unpleasant or scary subconscious figments.

'I am dreaming.'

Except it doesn't seem to be working this time.

This can be nothing else than a dream.

There can be no other explanation for going to bed and ‘waking up’ in a location that is most definitely not my room.

So, since I am aware of this being a dream, I should be waking up soon, right?

Dreaming about waking up and then waking up for real is actually pretty standard for me in those rare instances when I actually end up dreaming. It’s almost like a reverse Inception, but rather anti-climactic and dull instead of thrilling and exciting.

However, I am not waking up.

So, if this is not a dream, is this reality?

‘Where am I?’

Called by my rhetorical question, a veritable deluge of images, words, and sensations flood my senses; like seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling and feeling the effects of a kaleidoscope. It is a thoroughly bizarre sensation which is somehow extremely specific and yet entirely mystifying. It lasts only for a moment, leaving me dizzied and with a mounting headache, but when it’s done, my question is answered.

I know where I am.

I struggle to my feet and take stock of my surroundings. There are several people all around, some sleeping, others talking, and some looking rather bewildered. If it weren't for the convenient info dump I would've thought this bizarre scene to be something akin to an alien abduction or something equally preposterous. Maybe that's not so far from what happened. It's certainly a feasible explanation for being asleep in my bed one moment and waking up in The Moonlit World the next....

I want to say that this is an amazing development, the possibility to meet up with so many loved characters, but, in actuality, there's nothing further from the truth.

I'm by myself, wearing black jogging pants and an unbuttoned red men's dress shirt.

I'm by myself.

Nobody's looking at me, people being otherwise occupied with conversation or the environment so I take the opportunity to get decent and rub at my eyes with the back of my hand.

Ugh, this sucks.

This royally sucks.

Conversations buzz in the background with occasional shouts of excitement and, here I am, feeling miserable while everyone else is getting acquainted and checking out our three year prison.

But I don't particularly care to make friends at this moment.

This really, really royally sucks.

I... I have to figure out a way to get back home... but we're stuck here for three years?! Three whole years?! That headache is getting worse by the minute and my eyes are stinging no matter how much I rub at them. Argh! No! Not in front of perfect strangers!

This... This totally sucks!


}ï{


1) Find a room to sleep.

2) Research how to unlock circuits.

3) Find someone to cook for me before I starve.

alfheimwanderer
December 1st, 2011, 11:19 PM
Ren
Week 1 Results


1) First, I have to distinguish myself from the average humans. If I do not learn magecraft soon enough, this fictional world will swallow me whole. Even without a goal, I know enough and care enough about my survival that I will work on this first. So I must open my magic circuits and begin learning as fast as I can.

After finding a modest studio apartment for yourself, midway between Lair centre and the distant outskirts, you journey to the fabled "Repository of Knowledge" in search of a something that will allow you to awaken your circuits. The library itself yields nothing quite out of the ordinary for the moment, and it is almost a futile endeavour to find anything in the morass of books and tomes and eldritch lore. You do discover a guide on meditation though, and as you seek something a bit more useful in the labs, you find one which had an incomplete bounded field.

On a marble pedestal in the very center of the chamber, surrounded by a series of odd sigils and lines, rests an odd tome that seems to make the air congeal around it. The pages are thick and yellowed and the cover has a glistening cover, with ink that seems to shift as you study it so that you can't quite get a fix on what the title reads.

'...Cthulhu fhtagn...Cthulhu fhtagn...' a voice seems to whisper, as an irresistible force seizes you, impelling you to come closer...closer...closer still, your hand reaching through the traceries of runes and odd lines until you come in contact with the tome.

Feelings surge into you, of primal terror, hunger, rage and woe...and then you collapse, as all goes black.

When you awaken, there is nothing there. No sigils, no pedestal, no book - simply an empty room. You think to yourself that perhaps you simply fell asleep while reading, as your body feels cold and lethargic, and you find it hard to move...


2) Even though I am in distant land, I can't forget what little I have to hold on to of my past. One of the things I had dedicated myself to in the past, my past, is my martial arts. I had a strange combination that I loosely added together to call a style. It was funny to do that then, but now it might actually come into use.

I will not stop conditioning myself, but there are so many... mooks... here. I will need to find some people to practice with, because practicing alone is the antithesis of motivation. Just half a dozen to a dozen random, nameless members of BL will do. As long as they are willing, I will teach them the basics.

I could lead them, if they wished, but establishing myself as a leader is not important. Just having a few people to work with is... though I always place loyalty ahead of many other characteristics. Perhaps helping them develop camaraderie would not be so bad.

You discover a small group who is interested in learning - though not all are terribly cooperative. One of the first who approached you, oddly enough, was the one who you thought you saw curled into a ball and crying - but that individual proved to be resistant to any logic or teaching when you tried to correct stance or show him the way to punch. In addition, his stamina was all but non-existent, and you were forced to demonstrate to him exactly why his current abilities were insufficient with force. He soon left, and in his absence, you acquire a small group actually willing to learn, as they have nothing better to do.

Towards the end of the week, you encounter someone else practising higher-level katas, and finally manage to have a decent spar.


3) I heard of the Dreamer. A homunculus. Is it wrong that my heart goes "doki doki" when I think of her? I want to meet her, talk to her, maybe something more? I don't know, but I want to learn... I want her...?

I shall settle for getting to know her better...

In your apartment, you dream. And in your dream, you float in the darkness, with a vast presence all around you. For a moment, you catch sight of the haunting image of an angel with golden wings. She seems almost like a cross between Irisviel and V/V in appearance, achingly beautiful - and distant as well, as if she is in a different world. You are watched for a moment, then she fades, and you awaken into the world once more.

100%

Louisa Ferre (Froggie)
Week 1 Results


1) Find a room to sleep.

While everyone else is going off to look at things like the War Room or the Lair center, you go in search of some place to rest your sweet and weary head, before night falls. Long do you wander, through throngs of curious individuals. Some are scared, some weep at the loss of everything they knew. Some are tired, weary. Some are collapsed on their knees, unable to accept the enormity of what has happened, or the knowledge of where they are. Your sleepwear garners little attention, as most are in similar states of dress - or undress, as it might be. Only a very few are clothed in an outfit in which they might do business.

You pass by apartment buildings, dorms, and such, but most people looking for housing are heading to those, so you journey on, till at last you come to a building that seems...different.

A cafe of sorts, like this but empty...

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Originally, you enter simply to rest your legs, as your knees have begun to hurt, but while inside the place you notice a staircase ascending to a second story, with a hallway there, and several doors. The first leads to the greenhouse on the roof. The second is a breakroom, where one can nap in peace. And the third...

The third opens on its own as you approach, revealing a cozy two-bedroom apartment above the Cafe's ground floor, well-furnished and matching the style of the rest of the cafe. Two sets of keys hang on a hook, and the walls have a comforting sweep of the ocean "painted" onto them by illusion magic. There are clothes about your size in the closet as well, and a very comfortable shower and tub should you wish to use them.

Even the bed you claim is comfortable, and seems to embrace you as you sink into sleep.


2) Research how to unlock circuits.

During the week, you hear from those who come to the cafe about someone who has discovered a 'Basic Circuit Opener' in one of the labs, along with a notice advising them to have medical assistance on hand for when it is triggered. The search for books is less productive, given the state of disorganization the library is in.


3) Find someone to cook for me before I starve.

In the morning, you wake to the scent of delicious food, and when you come down, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you find someone else busily cooking breakfast in the cafe kitchen (specifically rice congee with chicken - and omelettes). He expresses surprise to see someone already in the cafe - especially that you had come from upstairs, meaning that you lived there - and apologizes for entering without permission.

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He graciously offers to make you something as an apology, if you would like, and being hungry, you accept, so he makes another order of what he was making for you, setting out the entrées on one of the tables. Over breakfast, the man proves quite friendly, and mentions that one can either eat at the common mess hall, or use one's dining allotment to requisition food for the cafe, which is what he's done here. He asks if it would be alright for him to make use of the facilities here, since he hasn't quite worked out the prana credit system for acquiring groceries yet, and offers to compensate you for the inconvenience by cooking for you, since after all, there is nothing a chef likes more than knowing someone likes his cooking.

His name is unfamiliar to you, but his handle is not, as he has apparently worked with you on stories in the past.

deviatesfish
December 2nd, 2011, 02:08 AM
That guy... he grated on my nerves a lot. I couldn't bring myself to help him, let alone teach him, after an hour of his whining. Let him leave, I won't care.

Ren
Week 1 (Continued)

It seems like I am unable to find anything alone... I will have to just ask around. Perhaps my little group with have some luck if we shared information. None of us wants to die, I think. So perhaps it's best if I asked the one who was also skilled enough to provide me with exercise.

But how do I open a conversation? I... How do I ask about magic circuits, prana, and this sort of thing? I feel silly, and maybe a little bit stupid.

...but I'll try anyway.


...After we finish another spar.


...After we cleaned up.




...Oh, alright.

"Excuse me, everyone," I called, clapping my hands together twice to get their attention, "I would like to ask you to share important information with each other in our little group here! The knowledge to perform magecraft is something that would save lives, so we should start on this immediately! Does anyone have an idea of how to start this, how to open their magic circuits? If not, perhaps we should work together to bring this about!"

After the first few days, I began to feel withdrawal. It was not like the physical withdrawal one feels when addicted to drugs or cigarettes or something, but it was close enough. Of course, I'm just guessing, because I never used those substances anyway. I just...

...cold sweats,
shivers, pains...

...nightmares, screams...

...panting for...

I need to find someone to rely on. Anonymity works in theory, but in reality I can't hold it for long. After the fourth day without any intimate friendships or family, I was on the verge of killing everyone I saw.

Perhaps it's time to seek out some friends I had on the forums.

...Alf. Froggie. Maybe if IRUn is around too. Yes, I like them.

I shall go find them before it's too late...

EnigmaticFellow
December 2nd, 2011, 09:23 PM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"Probably begin to try and examine the contents of some books from the shelves and try to see if there's a possibility of categorizing the library into sections of content like philosophy, etc. Just like a normal library."

He paused for the moment and looked at BD.

"How about we bunk in together since we're trying to figure out the library and learn magic as soon as possible? We could easily discuss the plans and discoveries, etc."

Upon hearing those words, I left the stack of books he was attempting to organize in order to meet the two people talking about organizing the library.

"If you guys are interested in indexing the library, we already have an organization set up to do that very task. Would you care to join?"

More members is always useful. I only have some people helping me at the moment including some guy named Nemo. I'm not sure why, but every time I think of that name, an image of one of those old, yellow submarines come to mind. Perhaps I should blame 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea?

SeiKeo
December 2nd, 2011, 10:55 PM
Joshua Williams
Week 1
Plans for Week One
1.) Get to know everyone

Wandering about, you recognize quite a few people. A lanky teenager lies on the side of a hill, utterly stoned out of his mind - he didn't seem to mind the sudden shift. Besides him sits a fairly nondescript young man - one who you wouldn't notice had he not been alone - who also seemed content to just watch the proceedings. But of course, it turned out that many of your friends were here, and likely all of them. Exchanging information, you figured out how to get in touch with each other.


2.) Search the library for books on magic

The library, to be quite frank, is a mess. Looking around it, there seems to be no organization whatsoever: zoology with Atlas Shrugged, Shakspeare with South Asian cooking. Some people seem to be working on a catalog project, but it's not complete yet. And no matter how hard you look, detailed books on magic seem to escape you. You do find a few basic texts, containing the basics of magic, but nothing truly advanced, or that told you something that you didn't know.

Well, at least now you knew where the books were not.


3.) Research how to open Magic Circuits

In your scouring of the library, you discover, as many others did, a device labeled "Magic Circuit Opener," complete with warning signs. However, you did manage to spy something previously undiscovered. On the back page of a clipboard carelessly thrown in the corner of the room, you discover what looks like some complicated geometric drawings, with an appeal to "apply before use." (18s are sweet, aren't they?)





Kyle Wlos
Week 1
1) Get to know everyone

Wandering about the vast expanse of the Geofront like structure, you find many of your fellow Canadians, alarmed at their sudden transition from the land of ice and snow to a verdant paradise. However, not only do you find the Canuks, but the rest of your previously-internet friends, now IRL friends.

It turns out that greeting people by sitting on them translates badly in the real world.


2) Find places for everyone to live/sleep

Regrettably, it seems that the rest of BL was pretty darn fast at running to claim living space. By the time you got to looking at housing, almost all of it was taken, with a few dorm blocks remaining. You settled down into one of those, a room designed for one person who clearly didn't have much in the way of possessions.


3) Start looking for books on magic

Flipping through the shelves, you manage to come upon what looks to be a jackpot: a book describing beginning magical technique for beginners. The image of a certain Mon Calamari admiral comes to mind, but you push on, flipping open the cover.

As soon as you open it, you see swirling row of runes, utterly unfamiliar and alien. You make the mistake of even trying to keep the book open, trying to read one symbol at a time. But, it fails. The runes draw your eyes in, deeper and deeper...

When you wake up, you're in a hospital ward, clean and nondescript. A few quick attempts at conversation quickly reveal the effect of the tome.

Something in the letters damaged the part of your brain dealing with language, causing you to be unable to read and write. While the magical energy would soon drain from your body and restore your abilities to you, it was still... not an auspicious arrival. (2s suck)


Language locked until the middle of Week 2

deviatesfish
December 2nd, 2011, 11:12 PM
Week One (Cont.)

I passed the library the other day, reminiscing about what happened with that weird Cthulhu book, when I heard some people talking within.



"If you guys are interested in indexing the library, we already have an organization set up to do that very task. Would you care to join?"


I have no knowledge of which system they were going to use to organize the library, so I thought I should best wait until they had made some efforts.

I suppose by the end of this week I will look for some people. Without anyone, I would just wander around aimlessly.

Perhaps that guy I sparred with would be helpful. He seems rather competent.

I grabbed him, but by that point I had felt a rather severe deprivation of intimacy. It was my moment of weakness, but I couldn't care anymore by that point. I started running around, crying for my friends, "Alf? Froggie? Tech-tan? Where are you?!" I shouted. Desperate, I even shouted, "Neir? Tusia?!"


I felt like crying. Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes as I collapsed on the ground.

"...Leo?"

Satehi
December 2nd, 2011, 11:23 PM
Rex Xiu
Week 1

(OOC only post, just objectives)

Objectives for week one

1. Find somewhere to stay
2. Look in the library for anything regarding magic
3. Look for a way to open magic circuits

Helias
December 2nd, 2011, 11:55 PM
Tanner Wlos
Week 1

(OOC, just objectives)

Week 1 Objectives

1. Find a place to stay
2. Find a place to get food
3. Find out how to open magic circuits

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 12:03 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

(OOC objectives, since everyone seems to be doing it)

Week 1 Objectives

1. Get to know everyone and settle any emotional problems within myself.
2. Find a good place to sleep and live temporarily.
3. See if I can't find any spell books in this place, preferably ones that might teach me how to open any magic circuits I might possible have.

Airen
December 3rd, 2011, 12:07 AM
Week One (Continued)

Clear thoughts.
Muddled dreams.
A lack of purpose.

Thinking back on it now, with the clipboard I found still held in my hand, I realize that I still haven't managed to wake up from this dream. Looking around at the people around me, as I had for the past couple of days, I see a wide variety of different types of people, whose varying personalities have led to differing ways of coping with the situation. Even a few days after the initial shock, some people were still withdrawn into themselves, crying on the inside even if it didn't show on the outside.

Of course, there were still a fair amount of people who were crying on the outside as well, although there were varying reasons for that, ranging from an unfortunate incident in the library, to simply losing control of their emotions. I tried to speak with a few of them, to draw them out of their shock and get them to face reality, but for some of them, the waking world was nothing more than a dream they had to sit through, waiting for the harsh waking lights of a morning that would never come. To be almost coldly honest, I wasn't that concerned with the sudden dimensional gap between my family and myself, my last year of high school was almost half-way over, and the links that bonded me to my home had been steadily breaking for awhile now. True, there was the occasional pang of nostalgia as I thought I heard the sound of one of my sisters speaking, but for the most part, I could simply ignore their lack of presence in my life.

...That exact feeling, or should I say, the lack of feeling, is what really made me pissed off at myself. I was perfectly content with my existence, content with this life that separated me from my family and friends, and felt no real regrets for that change. Perhaps it was because I wouldn't technically have to work while I was in this place, that all the pressures that come with being forced to support yourself in the world were no longer forced onto my shoulders...

It was a childish justification, and it didn't really make me feel any better about myself...

Besides, it couldn't have been true in the first place, from the very moment I had arrived here, I had voluntarily spent most of my time working at something in this place...

Perhaps it was the fact that I now had a choice in the matter that made me more inclined to work on things... But this world was still like a dream.

And the problem with dreams is that, if you stay in them long enough, you won't want to wake up.

Regardless, it did me no good to rage at myself for something I couldn't change. Regardless of whether or not I was happy about being here, I was here, and the people in this place would become a part of my life, though I doubted that I would ever know the majority of them that well, even if I was stuck in here with them for three years. It was probably best to make more of a small group of friends anyway, and the people I already 'knew' from #notes were already fulfilling the role of my friends in this place...

Which is why I decided to show them the clipboard first, to get their opinions on what I should do with it, although Elyrin probably wouldn't be of much help to me at the moment...

I'd have to remember to visit Elyrin before the day was over... The guy's life was pretty bad right now because of that whole curse issue, and while Elyrin couldn't read the clipboard himself, I supposed I could try to explain it to him.

And now that I was thinking about the clipboard again, I realized that showing it to Alf before the others would probably be a good idea, he was the type of person that seemed to be good at everything, so he would probably know what should be done with the information contained on the clipboard...


"Alf? Froggie? Tech-tan? Where are you?!" I shouted. Desperate, I even shouted, "Neir? Tusia?!"

I felt like crying. Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes as I collapsed on the ground.

"...Leo?"

And just as I had decided to search for the older man, I heard the sound of someone yelling...

Vaguely curious, I headed towards the noise, and saw the collapsed form of someone who looked a bit familiar to me, as if I had seen a photo of them somewhere before...

"...Is that you, Fish?"

I call out lightly to the collapsed figure, trying to figure out why Fish, if that was Fish anyway, was so visibly upset. I didn't know Fish very well, but my conscience wouldn't let me just walk away from someone who looked that upset without doing anything.

zlol365
December 3rd, 2011, 12:45 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1



Upon hearing those words, I left the stack of books he was attempting to organize in order to meet the two people talking about organizing the library.

"If you guys are interested in indexing the library, we already have an organization set up to do that very task. Would you care to join?"

More members is always useful. I only have some people helping me at the moment including some guy named Nemo. I'm not sure why, but every time I think of that name, an image of one of those old, yellow submarines come to mind. Perhaps I should blame 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea?

Koshiro Yamada
Week 1

"Ho? you're indexing the library? Interesting, interesting..... I have my sights set on the library. If you're thinking what I am thinking, normal combat skills cannot get us past this pinch. If we want to survive, we must learn magic. That is the only way. Other than that, I'll join you. I just attempted to go through the library and it was a big mess. Geez."

That was the only words he could say.

"Count me in. I'll be helping you out with the library. Now if you will excuse me, me and BD need to handle the dorm-"

And he promptly found himself dragged away for unknown reason as the person burst out. What the heck was going on? Huh?

OOC: Apologies if it wasn't targeted at me.

EnigmaticFellow
December 3rd, 2011, 12:56 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"Ho? you're indexing the library? Interesting, interesting..... I have my sights set on the library. If you're thinking what I am thinking, normal combat skills cannot get us past this pinch. If we want to survive, we must learn magic. That is the only way. Other than that, I'll join you. I just attempted to go through the library and it was a big mess. Geez."

"Indeed, the library really is quite a mess. In order for us to have any chance to survive, we need to catalogue this nightmare for ease of use no matter how many people say how pointless or boring it is."


"Count me in. I'll be helping you out with the library. Now if you will excuse me, me and BD need to handle the dorm-"

"Glad to accept you. We'll be waiting here when you come back. But before you go, mind giving me your name so I can put you in on the list of members?"

OOC: Don't worry zlol. That message was meant for any interested party.

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 01:25 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"Hey EF, wait up. Can I do this library organizing thing too? The War Room is boring to look at, and I figure that if I help you guys out it might help us find books about magecraft and how to open circuits faster as well."

Yeah, normally I figured I'd learn some funky martial arts and kick ass, but I've always been a literature guy at heart.

And honestly, coming to a place I'd normally consider a sanctuary of peace, quiet, and books and seeing it in such disarray is... saddening. If I'm going to be spending three years here, I might as well have a nicely organized library of books to read from!

2ndsly
December 3rd, 2011, 02:51 AM
Nemo Joncker
Week 1

"Hey EF, wait up. Can I do this library organizing thing too? The War Room is boring to look at, and I figure that if I help you guys out it might help us find books about magecraft and how to open circuits faster as well."

Hearing the question from where I am in the stacks, I decide to just toss out a quick answer.

"I don't see why not." I try to tone my answer in a friendly manor ax I began.
"I'm Nemo, if you payed attention to the noobs you might have known me as Sly. I'll answer to either. And I think more help would be grand."

Before I'm finished I'm second guessing my wording. Oh well. That's they way of life, we don't get to pick and choose our replies as we might like.

zlol365
December 3rd, 2011, 03:32 AM
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Christopher Monroe
Week 1



"Indeed, the library really is quite a mess. In order for us to have any chance to survive, we need to catalogue this nightmare for ease of use no matter how many people say how pointless or boring it is."



"Glad to accept you. We'll be waiting here when you come back. But before you go, mind giving me your name so I can put you in on the list of members?"

OOC: Don't worry zlol. That message was meant for any interested party.

koshiro yamada
week 2

"itssssssssss just me and BD!!!!!!!!!!"

were the only words he shouted as he got dragged away.

"oi oi oi! i am not sure who you are, but why am i- oh. hi airen.... wait. fishie? huh?"

he was lost. officially.

deviatesfish
December 3rd, 2011, 04:04 AM
Week One (Cont.)



"...Is that you, Fish?"


I almost jumped. Ah, perhaps that is an exaggeration. My shoulders shook for a second, but that was all. I had well learned over the years not to allow others see my emotions. I turned around, seeing someone I never met before and frowned.

I gave no indication of who I am, but I blinked away the wetness in my eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously, getting up to my feet. I knew there were members of the Lair I disliked, perhaps even hated. I don't want any of them to see my weakness. Slowly, I raised hands and straightened my seemingly lax stance, ready to defend--or kill--if necessary. "What... do you want?"

Airen
December 3rd, 2011, 09:42 AM
Week One (Cont.)



"Who are you?" I asked cautiously, getting up to my feet. I knew there were members of the Lair I disliked, perhaps even hated. I don't want any of them to see my weakness. Slowly, I raised hands and straightened my seemingly lax stance, ready to defend--or kill--if necessary. "What... do you want?"

I suppose that was the kind of answer I had expected, after all, the members of the Lair had never seen a picture of me before, and I had never really had an intention of letting them see one. Still, there was no harm in answering the questions, and I couldn't hide what I looked like while I was in this place anyway.

"Me?" I paused for a moment, then, "My actual name is Joshua, but I think you'd know me better by the name Airen."

My forum name was what most of the members of #notes referred to me as, although I hadn't yet managed to find all of my friends, as evidenced by the current situation.

"And as for what I want, I guess I was just wondering why you seemed so upset just now," I paused again, recalling that this person before me, who may or may not be Fish, had been calling out the names of people I knew, "I don't really know where Leo or Neir are, but I'm pretty sure that Alf works in the cafe now... Why are you looking for them?"

deviatesfish
December 3rd, 2011, 10:15 AM
Week One (Cont.)


I...

sniff

I...

sniff

"WAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"

zlol365
December 3rd, 2011, 11:37 AM
Koshiro Yamada
week 2

".............."

As the pretty looking boy was crying, he decided to make his move.

He decided to slip away and leave the reunion of friends be. Plus, more pressing matters were at hand. And to some, the change would be hard to accept, disturbing, painful...

He kept silent as he walked away.

I wonder, what awaits in this new world? More pain or More joy?

His thoughts stopped as he muttered, "How i choose to make of this world, is how i will experience it."

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 11:43 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1


"I don't see why not." I try to tone my answer in a friendly manor ax I began.
"I'm Nemo, if you payed attention to the noobs you might have known me as Sly. I'll answer to either. And I think more help would be grand."

"Cool. I'm Darko, but you might've known me as Bloble back in BL."

I take a look around. Though it's in a frightful mess, the sheer size and volume of this library is staggering. It's easily many times the size of the public library I went to back home, and I've no doubt that it's also much more dangerous. What kind of books could there be here?

I take the nearest tome and lightly blow on it, sending tufts of dust spiraling into the air. Damn, how long has this place been abandoned for?

"Just imagine what we could find in this place..." How many legendary books are there in the world? How many of them actually exist?

I shudder, though, at the thought.

"Since this is the Nasuverse, and most legends are true, does that mean that the Necronomicon is real as well? The Book of Thoth? The Tablets of Destiny? I'd better watch out what I read..."

deviatesfish
December 3rd, 2011, 11:59 AM
Week One (Cont.)


Crying hysterically, I ran away into the Cafe, looking for Alf.

"Alf? Alf! ALF! ALF!?!?!?!"

2ndsly
December 3rd, 2011, 01:54 PM
Nemo Joncker
Week 1 (continued)



Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
"Cool. I'm Darko, but you might've known me as Bloble back in BL."
That actually made me pause. While I had no expectations of him knowing me, I hadn't considered that I might know him.

"Aren't you the guy who wrote Lancer Gets Serious?"

Come to think of it, the only times we'd really interacted were when I was criticizing his title and the fact he hadn't yet linked all his chapters. It might be for the best that he doesn't remember me.


"Just imagine what we could find in this place..." How many legendary books are there in the world? How many of them actually exist?

"Since this is the Nasuverse, and most legends are true, does that mean that the Necronomicon is real as well? The Book of Thoth? The Tablets of Destiny? I'd better watch out what I read..."
"I have to admit, that hadn't occurred to me." I don't know why not, it was one of those ideas that seem obvious.

"I suppose I've been around books for so long, it didn't occur to me that there might be danger in reading them." On the other hand, if such books do exist...

There are possibilities there.... Later. We've got more then enough to deal with already. Maybe after things are under control. Which brings my mind to our up and coming government I saw starting earlier....

"Let's just be as cautious as we can be while searching the stacks."

A thought occurred to me.
"By the way, keep track of any books on ruins you see. I believe those may prove to be some of the more useful we can find at this point."

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 02:19 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1 (continued)


"Aren't you the guy who wrote Lancer Gets Serious?"

"Uh, yeah..." I suppose I should be happy that at least someone recognized me. "It's kinda sad that I never got to finish it before being sent here. I might just decide to finish writing it here, although it's not really a story on the level of a proper one."

I'm kinda disappointed, since I promised myself I wouldn't write another until I finished LGS, but then again, at least I have plenty of time. Of course, the part of the story that I've already written is lost forever, unless I decide to rewrite the whole thing.


"I have to admit, that hadn't occurred to me." I don't know why not, it was one of those ideas that seem obvious.

"I suppose I've been around books for so long, it didn't occur to me that there might be danger in reading them." On the other hand, if such books do exist...

"Let's just be as cautious as we can be while searching the stacks."

"By the way, keep track of any books on ruins you see. I believe those may prove to be some of the more useful we can find at this point."

"Will do. But ruins? I thought you'd be asking about books on magic or opening circuits. Do you like Indiana Jones or something?"

"Oh, and sorry, I don't really recall a forum member called Sly. I guess you might've been a part of BL since before I joined."

Airen
December 3rd, 2011, 02:27 PM
Week One (Cont.)


"Alf? Alf! ALF! ALF!?!?!?!"

I still wasn't quite sure what was wrong with Fish, but it seemed that revealing Alf's location had helped Fish out a bit. I still needed to talk to Alf myself about the newly acquired information on the 'Magic Circuit Opener,' but I supposed that the older man would be rather busy with calming Fishie down at this point, so I guess I would talk to the others first after all.

The problem was, everyone from #notes liked to scatter around the lair, with no real schedule of when they would be in a certain place. So finding even one of them tended to take a rather long time, and I wasn't really in the mood to go around searching for them individually.

Let's see...

Elyrin was easy to find because he was in the hospital, and I was pretty sure that I knew where Ace and Lianru lived, since they had somehow managed to get an awesome penthouse.

...I'd have to remember to find my own housing later on, I'd just been crashing in the library for the past couple of days, and sleeping on books, particularly books that may have some sort of curse placed on them, was not a particularly comfortable way to sleep. Looking around at my current location, I came to the conclusion that the hospital was a bit closer to where I was than the penthouse, so I decided to go talk to Elyrin for a bit before heading to Lianru's place. It didn't take long for me to reach the hospital, and even though I hadn't been to Elyrin's hospital room myself, having heard about his condition from Neir, it was still easy enough for me to find.

"Hey El!" Stepping into the room, I waved the clipboard around a bit. "I found something new about that weird circle in the labs! You know, the 'Magic Circuit Opener'?" I paused for a moment, then, "How's the curse doing by the way? Still can't read anything?"

2ndsly
December 3rd, 2011, 02:36 PM
Nemo Joncker
Week 1 (continued)


Darko Alexandrov
Week 1 (continued)
"Uh, yeah..." I suppose I should be happy that at least someone recognized me. "It's kinda sad that I never got to finish it before being sent here. I might just decide to finish writing it here, although it's not really a story on the level of a proper one."
"Well, that is slightly sad. But no more so then the dozens of other fics that face the same fait. How many will actually find the time to continue their stories?" A sad grin crosses my face as I speak. "Not many. In fact, I'm certain most won't."

"Will do. But ruins? I thought you'd be asking about books on magic or opening circuits. Do you like Indiana Jones or something?"
"While the basics are our immediate need, ruins will serve us in good stead for a long while." Now, how to put what I was thinking into words.....

"Have you ever wanted a magic sword, enchanted armor, anything like that? Both of those ,and more, are possible with ruins. Even more importantly, once the items are enchanted they may be sold for profit. We could do custom orders for people who want such things, but lack the time and expertises to do themselves."


"Oh, and sorry, I don't really recall a forum member called Sly. I guess you might've been a part of BL since before I joined."
Kukuku

This is amusing.
"I'm not exactly what you would call a Senoir Member Bloble. I know for a fact that I joined after you started Lancer Gets Serious.

RacingeR
December 3rd, 2011, 02:36 PM
Week One (Whatever)

I was sipping my tea calmly in the cafe, still thinking of ways to crack up the War Room and the whole place in general, when there was an huge noise.

It had not taken me too much time to become comfortable around people and my personality had not varied much than the one I had in IRC, which was pretty much how I was, to be sincere. It had been a surprise that certain disability was not in my way, but...

I had seen the guy that entered before. He was crying Alf's nick, and it did not take that much for me to recognize him. He seemed... disturbed... even hysteric when I approached him. "Fishie?" I asked surprised.

"I am Raci..."

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 02:49 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1


"Well, that is slightly sad. But no more so then the dozens of other fics that face the same fate. How many will actually find the time to continue their stories?" A sad grin crosses my face as I speak. "Not many. In fact, I'm certain most won't."

"Well I'll finish it!" I cry resolutely! (Quietly of course, this is a library.) "Besides, I've got 3 years to write more stories! I've got so much free time I don't know what to do with it all."

...

"Although I've been debating learning some martial arts, or at least training my body. I hear there's someone offering lessons..."


"While the basics are our immediate need, ruins will serve us in good stead for a long while." Now, how to put what I was thinking into words.....

"Have you ever wanted a magic sword, enchanted armor, anything like that? Both of those ,and more, are possible with ruins. Even more importantly, once the items are enchanted they may be sold for profit. We could do custom orders for people who want such things, but lack the time and expertises to do themselves."

Whoa, this guy's smart.

"Sounds like a good plan, but remember, we've still got to actually get to those ruins, find our way past the traps and monsters that'll probably be there, and find some actual artifacts first. But if we do, I call the whip and sweet hat."


Kukuku

This is amusing.
"I'm not exactly what you would call a Senior Member Bloble. I know for a fact that I joined after you started Lancer Gets Serious."

"Hm... tell me, is Sly your full username?" I know I've read that laugh somewhere... Although I don't know how it should be, it seems to translate to 'kukuku' in my mind. Familiar...

Elyrin
December 3rd, 2011, 02:52 PM
Week One (Cont.)

I'd spent the last day or so just laying in the hospital, depressed. After my... unfortunate attempt at finding a book on the basics of magecraft, I had awoken here without the ability to speak. Or read. Or write. I mean, fuck this, I just want to go home, but it seems I can't even do that. So, I'm stuck here for a while, unable to communicate with anything more than gestures. A couple of people have come to talk to me... once or twice, at least, so I at least had some company for a while...


"Hey El!" Stepping into the room, I waved the clipboard around a bit. "I found something new about that weird circle in the labs! You know, the 'Magic Circuit Opener'?" I paused for a moment, then, "How's the curse doing by the way? Still can't read anything?"

Oh, someone else is here. Airen, I think? I shake my head sadly at his question, then started getting p from the hospital bed. It's not like I was hurt, so I didn't really have any excuse for laying in bed when someone came to keep me company.

2ndsly
December 3rd, 2011, 03:02 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
"Well I'll finish it!" I cry resolutely! (Quietly of course, this is a library.) "Besides, I've got 3 years to write more stories! I've got so much free time I don't know what to do with it all."
"Although I've been debating learning some martial arts, or at least training my body. I hear there's someone offering lessons..."
"Spend your times you see fit. It is yours after all. Besides, you never know when that could change." My thoughts darkened as they turned towards government.... Just leave it alone Nemo. Things likely won't get that bad.

"Sounds like a good plan, but remember, we've still got to actually get to those ruins, find our way past the traps and monsters that'll probably be there, and find some actual artifacts first. But if we do, I call the whip and sweet hat."
At this I raise an eyebrow. Maybe I should have done a better job explaining what I meant in the beginning?
"I think we're one completely separate pages. While such ancient runes could prove useful, I was more thinking of onse we could make ourselves. But the actual tumb robbing does sound intriguing..."
(OOC:I derfed. Runes is what I ment. Let's just pretend I wrote the right thing since they sound alike.)

"Hm... tell me, is Sly your full username?" I know I've read that laugh somewhere... Although I don't know how it should be, it seems to translate to 'kukuku' in my mind. Familiar...
"Actually, it was 2ndsly. My very first username was Sly, but when I tried to use that at Fanfiction.net it was already taken. So I've just been using 2ndsly ever since. I do, however, prefer Sly."

Airen
December 3rd, 2011, 03:47 PM
Week One (Cont.)

Well judging from the fact that Elyrin was now standing, it seemed like his body wasn't actually physically hurt in any manner, although the expression on his face made it quite clear that he was rather depressed about his situation...

People shouldn't have to be alone when they were depressed.

"Well, it sucks that you can't talk El, but you can still walk around right?" I motioned towards the door, "Just laying in here all day won't accomplish anything," I paused for a moment to think, then snapped my fingers at a sudden idea, "We can go see Lianru and Ace if you want, judging from what everyone says they managed to get an awesome penthouse!"

I paused once more, remembering the clipboard I had found, "Or we could go find a couple of the others and look at the Magic Circle Opener, see if we can get it to work." I paused again, "Though we should probably get Alf's opinion before anyone actually uses it..."

I'd always found that the best way to cheer someone up was to be cheerful yourself, though I wasn't sure that it would work in a case such as this...

Elyrin's life was pretty bad right now...

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 03:52 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1

"Oh, you meant runes, not ruins. Sorry, my mistake!" I rub the back of my head sheepishly. Great, way to misunderstand the situation, idiot. "In that case, I assume you're talking about producing and selling special Mystic Codes? That does sound like a good idea, and I'd even be willing to help out with it too, although we'd have to get skilled in such an art first. And for that, we need to open our Magic Circuits... if I even have any."

"Ah, 2ndsly, I do remember you!" That guy... was he known as the Dark Lord of the 7th, or was it someone else I'm thinking about? "We didn't really talk much though, and I don't remember you ever coming on the IRC channel either."

Well, this is a great time to get to known new people.

"In that case..."

I stick my hand out towards his general direction.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you!"

A proper introduction is always important!

Elyrin
December 3rd, 2011, 04:32 PM
Kyle Wlos
Week 1, Continued

Lianru and Ace? The magic circuit opener? With my luck so far, I'd probably get dropkicked by Ace and burn out my circuits when I tried opening them. Really, what I want to do is go find something nice and safe to occupy my time with... but I have no way of telling Airen that. Ugh. With little else in the way of options, I shrug my shoulders and decide to follow him wherever he plans to go. It's got to be better than laying in a hospital bed all day.

2ndsly
December 3rd, 2011, 04:35 PM
Nemo Joncker
Week 1 (continued)


Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
"Oh, you meant runes, not ruins. Sorry, my mistake!".
"Don't worry about it. It's at least parially my mistake for not properly explaining."

"In that case, I assume you're talking about producing and selling special Mystic Codes? That does sound like a good idea, and I'd even be willing to help out with it too, although we'd have to get skilled in such an art first. And for that, we need to open our Magic Circuits... if I even have any."
"Not nessisarly just Mystic Codes. A gantlet that multiples the strength of the hand within is just one example of what I believe to be possible." And, oh, do I have ideas. Worst part is i might not have time to really work on such projects. We can't always get what we want.

"While I see opening whatever magic circuits we have as one of the initial steps, it is mearly the first obvious action. And one that will occur to the majority of us. I believe collecting what knowledge we can will be a prudent first step." I feel a need to shrug, so I do.

"It will have to be a balancing act. How much do we catalogs verses how much we implement. The best I can think to do is find a compromise between the two." It wasn't a perfect solution, but it's the best I had.

"I would apreciate it if you could tell me about any workout areas you find. I would look myself, but I'm probably gonna spend more time in the stacks then is healthy. It'll be all I can do to get away for other essentials."


"Ah, 2ndsly, I do remember you! We didn't really talk much though, and I don't remember you ever coming on the IRC channel either."
"In that case..."
I stick my hand out towards his general direction.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you!"
I shake Boble's hand with a wry smile on my face.
"Nice to me you in the flesh. I was never big on IRC, my first month or so was almost entirely in the 7th. I still say at least two thirds of all my posts are there."

Neir
December 3rd, 2011, 05:31 PM
Name: Ben / Neir

Age: 25

Description: American. 5'10", short brown hair, ~200 lbs. Solid, somewhat broad build. Generally wears plain t-shirts and jeans. Looks significantly younger, 18-20. Not thrilled about it.

Personality: You already know. Veterinary student. Loves animals. Focuses more on the humor of situations. Generally a jack of all trades, master of none kind of situation.

Skills:
-College Graduate (with all the skills that entails)
-Fencing (sabre)
-low level judo/karate
-guitar
-piano
-cello
-high alcohol tolerance
-basic surgical skills

Flaws:
-sensory integration - senses are enhanced. A flaw because it makes smells, sounds, touches more intense than others would find them to be. It's actually rather a pain in the ass.
-addictive personality - easily caught up in things that are highly stimulating to a ridiculous extent.
-generally unfriendly/poor social skills
-terrible memory for names


opening stuff

Before I even open my eyes, I can feel the grass. It's pointy. I sit up, taking in the surroundings. It's like an Eva thing, a geofront. Oh good.

"The fuck. I had other stuff going on." I pick myself up and wipe off my jeans. Might as well look around.

Weekly goals:
1) Find out what the FUCK is going on and find some people.
2) Secure a place to stay
3) If I understand this right, TRY TO LEARN SOME FUCKING MAGIC FUCK YEAH (runes/alchemy)
[research on opening, optimizing, and using magic circuits]

Katie
December 3rd, 2011, 06:11 PM
Name: William/KnightTurtle or any variance of thereof
Age: 14
Appearance: 5'4", Asian, with black hair and brown eyes. Rather thin and bony, and tends to wear pretty boring clothing, generally pants and a shirt/jacket appropriate for the season.
Personality: A shy person who hopes people approach him instead of the other way around. Has a large amount of emotional insecurities, and tends to be more susceptible to emotions like anger/jealousy/hate/despair than most people. Seems prideful, but that pops as easily as a balloon next to a needle does. When he finally knows someone, tends to be a tad arrogant, rude, and insulting, however, this just covers up the fact he's willing to be your bitch help you out anytime, anywhere.

Also cries/tears up at the sad parts in every single movie ever.
Mundane special talents:

Tends to learn academic concepts and such incredibly quickly.
Capable of remembering a wide variety of random facts.
Naturally fast, despite being rather unfit.
Incredibly loyal and tries to help friends when they ask for it/need it in whatever way he can.
Knows some Latin, the bare basics and quite a few words.

Disadvantages:

Terribly unfit.
Has low-mild near-sightedness.
Barely has a middle-school education.
Easily susceptible to negative emotions.
Tends to forget things, no matter how important.
Has low self-confidence.
Has mastered procrastination to an art form, and will only start working when the deadline is close.
Tends to cling to familiarity and friends.
Picky and primarily carnivorous eater.

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

...Stuff hurts. My head hurts, my body aches. I'm... somewhere. Somewhere. I don't know where. Prana. Magi. Holy Grail War. Servants. Mystic Eyes. Aoko Aozaki. Dead Apostles. True Ancestors. Arcueid. Stuff's in my head, stuff I already know but is important. I'm there. It's not Arizona. It's not home. It's the Nasuverse. I'm away from family, friends, home; the thought makes my heart ache and my eyes tear up. I want to go home.

Through even blurrier eyes I look around... People, people everywhere. Strangers. Fuck, strangers. I don't like being around strangers, not after this! I hear things. Zlol, protagonist, Bloble.

Fellow BLers...? Oh god. Fucking ridiculous. Got to hide, I'm the second youngest, assuming Ruca's not a liar and is younger than me. Don't want to be shipped. Don't want to be molested. Don't want to run into Ace and Sat. Might hate me after all those shipping/molestation jokes. Don't want my ribs broken.

I get up, and run, run, run. I don't know where I'm going. I just...

Don't want to be near anyone.

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Goals for Week 1:
A) Find lodging away from everyone else where I can be alone.
B) Develop a life-style that lets me run into the least people possible. Primarily active at night, can possibly be seen at early morning/late evening.
C) Find out a way to open Magic Circuits. Become the Squishy Mage.

alfheimwanderer
December 3rd, 2011, 06:48 PM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 (continued)

It had been something of an interesting few days, with the excitement of finding the War Room and all its wonders - along with the realization that the system considered me an unregistered user and thus I could not use the communication features built into it. There was such a wealth of information at my fingertips, but none of that did me any good, except to verify that the year was indeed 1992, and that magi had very sophisticated systems for surveillance and monitoring. Certainly, it seemed better than anything I'd seen in 1992 myself, but without access to its more advanced abilities....

'Its just like being at a terminal where I can read the news, but can't send email, make calls, etc'

I resolved to find a way to get myself registered, though this would likely come after opening my magic circuits. This was an installation designed for magi, after all, so it only made sense that we would register using prana signatures and such.

After a brief chat with the people there, assuring them I'd share any pertinent information I found with them, and asking them to do the same, I wandered off to explore the vastness of what the Lair had to offer (not visiting the library at first, as I knew others would make that their priority). Knowledge was good and all, but more important was talking to the people, as they would be the main resource I could make use of (and also those I would have to live with) over the next three years.

Some were amicable. Some were downright rude. And one, a rather corpulent fellow who flew into a hysterical rage upon finding out my handle, accusing me of trying to seize power and form an authoritarian ruler so I could use the Lair as a base from which to enact nefarious schemes upon the Nasuverse. Fortunately, in my days as an EMT, I had dealt with many people of questionable mental stability, so I was quite aware of the importance of not outright disagreeing with their delusions, lest they be drawn into a even greater fury and attempt to attack me. Of course, in those cases, I was stuck in the back of an ambulance with them in speeding traffic, so it was important not to anger them to the point of trying to push you out of the ambulance (because then you either have to defend yourself or let them out the back, and I'd rather not cause more death). This was decidedly not the case here, so I just looked at the mongrel, raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"YOU ARROGANT FUCKING BASTARD!" he shouted, his face turning red with apoplectic rage. For a moment, I thought he was about to hyperventilate and pass out, but he chose instead to attack me with a headlong charge, limbs flailing blindly as he tried to make his balled-up fists connect with my face.

'This has got to be a joke,' I thought, as I sidestepped the bull rush and elbowed my would-be assailant sharply in the kidney. It wasn't as effective on him as I would have liked, since his fat cushioned his fragile organs from the full force of my strike, but the sudden shock of impact was enough to stumble him, sending him face-first into the ground.

"You...you hit me. You actually hit me," he whimpered incredulously, picking himself up sooner than I'd expected. "I KNEW IT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN OUT TO GET ME!" The hysterical screaming continued, and for a moment, I thought he was about to attack me again...but apparently whatever shreds of logic remained prevailed as I shot him a death glare. He ran off, leaving this as a parting shout: "You...you'll be sorry!"

'...damnit. I'm going to have to practice how to fight fat people again...'

I assumed that he intended to learn some martial art and kick my ass, but I was not afraid, as the chances of someone so rash as to attack a stranger on sight bothering to have the patience to learn anything were so low as to be laughable. But then, stranger things had happened - I just couldn't think of any off the top of my head..

'It would also be helpful if I had any idea who that was...I didn't think I was so hated by those at Beast's Lair...'

Shaking my head, I continued my wanderings, exploring massive chunks of the Geofront - except for one place which I could not access.


Central Dogma.


It looked as forbidding as it sounded, with enormous locks sealing the gigantic double doors, and immense golems of crystal and metal prowling the area, presumably to cut down any who were not authorized to enter. As someone unregistered, I wasn't about to take my chances, and so I moved away from there, intending to find a place to spend the night.

Many of the fancier places had been taken, and I couldn't gain access to the place above the cafe, so I continued walking, taking in the Lair by night, and the beautiful sky stretching out above. It was quite a marvel that all this had been created by magecraft, that a place that I had only thought possible in my imaginations and fevered dreams had come to life in this way.

'Well, you've done well, Kohaku. I'll give you the promotion you want - security chief was it?'

I smiled, going on my way. To make a long story short, I eventually came across a charming pharmacy student who I had known briefly during my time at Beast's Lair as a princess of the Valkyries. We fell to talking as we went apartment shopping, and discovered a modest cottage (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/1308-A-Type-Moon-Faction-is-Beast-s-Lair!?p=502835&viewfull=1#post502835) of sorts in the outskirts, near the hot springs. It was about equivalent to a two-bedroom apartment, but then, I didn't need anything too ostentatious, and we soon settled in for the night. The prana signature verification was taken care of quickly, and each of us went to our rooms to lay down our weary heads.

...it was that night that I discovered that this wasn't a dream after all. That night I shifted to my other timelines and then back to this one, with Kohaku denying any knowledge of this, and both Rens doing the same.

And so I woke to a new day in the Lair, steeling my nerves for what was ahead. I didn't want to think about the consequences of this being reality, about being actually trapped here for three years - and so I didn't. I left my roommate a note that I was headed out to check out the food options in the Lair and proceeded to the cafe, as I'd always found cooking to be quite theraputic.

That...and it was always easier to think about difficult things with a full stomach.

Dis Laplace
December 3rd, 2011, 07:54 PM
Lair Profile: Dis Laplace
Name:

Alan Law
Nickname: Morale
Age: 19
Appearance: 5'8", Asian, with medium black hair and brown eyes. Medium-slim build. Tends to wear a either jeans and a hoodie under a jacket with a lot of pockets. Wears glasses but doesn't exactly need them. . . most of the time.

Personality: Situational; Base Pesonality: Shy guy, speaks very little. Tends to go out of his way to avoid people when he can do so, excluding certian circumstances. Extremely polite, slow to anger most of the time. Highly curious at times, even to the point of childishness. Strange sense of humor.

Mundane special talents:

-Art: Ceramics. Loves coil and pinching.
-Mental Mapping: Can find locations in regards to where I have previously been.
-Mental Simulator: Can imagine any objects or events as long as they can be described. (Just don't ask me to imagine a dodecadodecahedron or a traumatic event of any sort.)
-Language: Fluent in spoken English. Knowledgeable in Chinese(Cantonese & Mandarin)at an elementary level; completed three years of Spanish at high school(Heavily in disuse).
-Armament Instinct: Instinctively familiar with most conventional weaponary. (This was a complete accident, I swear.) However I have no actual training in most of them.
-Violin: Informal learning (Extremely heavily in disuse)
-Athletics: Competition swimmer(2 years in disuse, but still love swimming); Basic Kung Fu training(heavily in disuse; but can still put up a fight if need to); learned golf (on accident); learned badmintion in college
-Sneaking: Tends to go around unnoticed by others. Has gotten down to a tad to avoid most people.
-Studious: Enjoys studing to a certian degree.
-[Error: Files Corrupted; Attempt to Restore? Y/N]


Flaws/Noteable traits:

-Farsightedness: Far sighted in left eye. Right eye is fine though.
-Sensitive Auditory Sense: Very sensitve to sounds. May sound like a good thing, but there are times where it's too much trouble for it's own good.
-Memory Recall/Retrevial Failure: Some parts of memory may difficult to remember or recall
-Strange-brained: Odd thoughts may appear in mind. May be distracting. May also affect behavior.
-Kleptomania: Does not affect me anymore, but please keep all writing utensils, paper, and all manner of sharp and pointy objects just in case it does crop up again.
-Love of words: Loves literary devices
-Bookworm: Loves books and reading. Can relieve stress.
-Non-sequitur Humor: Sense of humor may spontaneously go through the roof. And by through the roof, I mean it hops onto a mass driver to space and breakdances into the Crab Nebula.
-[Error: File Corrupt; Attempt to Restore? Y/N]


Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>
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Week 1(Day 0)
Internal Map:[Error: Unavailable; Unknown Location]


There are a few things in my world that could catch my attention. Like a sudden change in scenery, that would usually do it. I was in a unfamillar place. This was not my home. This was not where I remember to be, nor have I have seen in real life. Except for pictures, really. Wait, I seem to be forgetting something. Oh right.
Skreeeeeeee
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9Rp6_GzQLk&feature=related)

Ow, ow owwww! My head! It HURTS! Fracking INFODUMPS! It's going to take awhile to process everything. At least I know where I am now.

'Oh hello Mr. Ground? How are you today. Why are so wet? Oh wait I'm drooling. I'm so sorry.'

I got up from the ground and brushed my self off. Well, it doesn't seem that I'm going to get any younger, so I might as well find out where I am.
Goals for Week 1:
A)Get a feel with the place and identify as locations as much as possible.
B)Gather intel. Find out what things are going on. Interact with people if need be.
C) Find a place to stay, even if it is temporary. It seems that I might need to set up a place to begin from. . .

deviatesfish
December 3rd, 2011, 10:02 PM
Week 1 (continued)

Finding no Alf, I sniffled for a few minutes before realizing I had just ditched someone. This isn't fair!

But the cafe seemed relatively empty. Maybe I can make some food here.

I began to rummage around for materials and ingredients. If all goes well, I will make a nice apple crumb pie, a bacon oregano pizza, and I will get started on making some mead. Mm. Mead... I'll add some apple, hops, and some other spices to make it taste better. Perhaps if I find the ingredients and the necessary materials for it, it'll even be sparkling mead.

...Now that I thought about it, perhaps I should make a Chinese dish or two. Something hearty and simple will do. Hm... Mama taught me how to make good soup. Chicken soup with noodles might be nice.

...But I'd best not be wasteful, I'll make small servings!

Yes, I'll let cooking distract me. Hopefully the smell of good food will attract someone I know. I think I remember someone liking the bacon, it was Erl, right? I wonder...

Fangstrike
December 3rd, 2011, 11:33 PM
Fangstrike
Week 1
The Repository of Knowledge

Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


Somehow I had found my way to what appears to be a library. A really big one.

"Whoa..." I admire the mountains of grimoires. As a Nasuverse fan, I feel a thrum of excitement at the thought of learning magecraft. A whole new world is at the tip of my fingers. The power to reinforce my body, summon the elements, create familiars, forge my own sancturary, etc. The possibilities are endless; the ideas are almost overwhelming.

My thoughts are derailed when I notice I'm not completely alone. God, I hope I'm not salivating like an idiot.

"Hey... How's it goin'?" It comes out like a drawl. Very awkward. "I'm Fangstrike..." I don't give my real name because, well, frankly, it wouldn't mean jack to this stranger. I only hope he's a BL member I get along with. I don't recall making any enemies, but I have a talent of pissing people off without meaning to. Speaking of BL members, I really gotta find some friends. Where's the cafeteria? Where am I gonna sleep? Damn, this feels like an episode of Survivor, except for dummies, because I'm pretty sure these facilities exist from my Matrix experience, I just don't know where they are.

Blackdeath6031
December 3rd, 2011, 11:35 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

....I..think I...just volunteered to help with indexing...?
I hope I can do things like jogging on the spot or whatnot while working on that.

Still gotta improve my fitness.

I chase after Ryuunosuke, still rather confused with what was happening.
"S-So would you be interested in discussing the rest of our arrangements over lunch, Ryuunosuke?"

deviatesfish
December 3rd, 2011, 11:51 PM
Week 1 (continued)

No one came, but as I packed my food up, I found a hungry Tusia. I fed the hungry Tusia with delicious apple crumb pie and took her home. There we sat around reading stuff, drawing, and nibbling on snacks. I think I will talk her into dressing up like Saber.

It was surprisingly pleasant to bunk together with Tusia.

On the last day of the week, I wandered out again. With over a thousand people in this place, I would not be able to find my few friends easily. So after I had taught my group some more forms of Karate and allowed them to spar amongst themselves, I excused myself to the library.

Perhaps I'll find something on opening magic circuits today, or maybe...

...just maybe...

...that strange book was not a dream?

Bloble
December 3rd, 2011, 11:55 PM
Bloble
Week 1
Library

Damn there are a lot of these books here. I must've gone through a few hundred yet I've made almost no progress at all! Well, I've only been here for a short time, so I can't really expect to finish that quickly.

Actually, I might be able to make more progress if I had some more help. 2 or 3 guys can't organize a library by themselves, after all.


"Hey... How's it goin'?" It comes out like a drawl. Very awkward. "I'm Fangstrike..."

And perfect timing!

I stick my head out of a pile of books. "Yo! I'm Darko, but you can call me Bloble! Nice to meet you Fang! Nemo's off in another part of the library, and so's Chris. Nemo's handle is 2ndsly and Chris is EnigmaticFellow! There might've been some more people wandering around, but those are all the names I remember."

I never was really good with names...

I dive back into the books for another moment, before remembering.

I rise one more time. "Hey, mind helping us out? We're trying to organize this place and we could use a helping hand."

deviatesfish
December 3rd, 2011, 11:58 PM
Week 1 (continued)


"Hey, mind helping us out? We're trying to organize this place and we could use a helping hand."

Having nothing better to do, I suppose I will join them.

Silently, I nodded and walked up to this man and awaited orders.

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 12:02 AM
Having nothing better to do, I suppose I will join them.

Silently, I nodded and walked up to this man and awaited orders.

I blink. Who's this? I never noticed another person arriving.

...how rude of me.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't notice you!" I grin sheepishly. "I'm Darko or Bloble, nice to meet you!"

"Um... and you are?"

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 12:05 AM
I blink. Who's this? I never noticed another person arriving.

...how rude of me.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't notice you!" I grin sheepishly. "I'm Darko or Bloble, nice to meet you!"

"Um... and you are?"

I shrugged and shook my head. My glaze fell to his feet and I began to fidget with my fingers.

I shuffled my feet nervously.

"...ah... Ren," I muttered.

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 12:13 AM
I shrugged and shook my head. My glaze fell to his feet and I began to fidget with my fingers.

I shuffled my feet nervously.

"...ah... Ren," I muttered.

"Nice to meet ya Ren!"

It's always nice to meet new people. I may be nervous at being thrown into a strange new place, but I'm sure that I'll have plenty of friends here, at least.

"Thanks for volunteering to help us clean this place up. With your help we'll have it clean and organized in no time! Here, all you have to do is..."
(OOC: Insert imaginary and boring explanation that has little to no actual importance.)

EnigmaticFellow
December 4th, 2011, 12:13 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1

After meticulously indexing and arranging another set of books, I noticed Darko talking to some potential helpers. Considering it to be rude for the organizer of this group to not greet them, I went up to them and introduced myself.

“It's always nice to get more helpers for this task. Seriously, this library is a nightmare. But where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself.”

“I am Christopher Monroe; though, you guys would most likely know me as EnigmaticFellow. Still, would you guys mind handing me your names as well just so it might be easier to contact you guys? I haven't left the library since I got here, and it even reached the point where I made a make-shift room here by renovating one of the libraries lounges.”

zlol365
December 4th, 2011, 12:15 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

....I..think I...just volunteered to help with indexing...?
I hope I can do things like jogging on the spot or whatnot while working on that.

Still gotta improve my fitness.

I chase after Ryuunosuke, still rather confused with what was happening.
"S-So would you be interested in discussing the rest of our arrangements over lunch, Ryuunosuke?"

"Coffee. Then we'll discuss details. And then we'll be proceeding to handle some of the library."

He gave a grin before saying.

"And lets see if we have a shot at participating a actual grail war if luck permits.... Yes, we can discuss the plans later during lunch."

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 12:16 AM
"Nice to meet ya Ren!"

It's always nice to meet new people. I may be nervous at being thrown into a strange new place, but I'm sure that I'll have plenty of friends here, at least.

"Thanks for volunteering to help us clean this place up. With your help we'll have it clean and organized in no time! Here, all you have to do is..."
(OOC: Insert imaginary and boring explanation that has little to no actual importance.)

"Broble, Broble," I tugged on the hem of this man's shirt before he could leave me and asked, "Dewey Decimal Classification?"

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 12:22 AM
"Broble, Broble," I tugged on the hem of this man's shirt before he could leave me and asked, "Dewey Decimal Classification?"

"Eh, I'm not sure. Sure that's what normal people use, but would that even work for a magical library like this one? Hm..." That really is a tough question. But thankfully my answer walks up to us as I'm thinking.

"Hey Chris, what kind of classification system are we using?" He's the 'head' after all, so he should know?

EnigmaticFellow
December 4th, 2011, 12:23 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"Broble, Broble," I tugged on the hem of this man's shirt before he could leave me and asked, "Dewey Decimal Classification?"


"Hey Chris, what kind of classification system are we using?" He's the 'head' after all, so he should know?

I may not be Bloble, but I should probably be the one to answer this. Besides, Bloble wants me to answer it as well.

"Currently, that is the system we are using since it's the one we're all familiar with; however, we wouldn't mind changing it if a suitable argument was given."

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 12:30 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1

I may not be Bloble, but I should probably be the one to answer this. Besides, Bloble wants me to answer it as well.

"Currently, that is the system we are using since it's the one we're all familiar with; however, we wouldn't mind changing it if a suitable argument was given."

I took a piece of paper and wrote down what I could remember.

000 – Computer science, information and general works
100 – Philosophy and psychology
200 – Religion
300 – Social sciences
400 – Language
500 – Science (including mathematics)
600 – Technology and applied Science
700 – Arts and recreation
800 – Literature
900 – History and geography

I frowned at this. This leaves little to no room for classification for magecraft! We need a different system!

I tugged on Broble's sleeve again and pointed at this problem!

Fangstrike
December 4th, 2011, 12:32 AM
Fangstrike
Week 1
Repository of Knowledge

Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.



Christopher Monroe
Week 1

After meticulously indexing and arranging another set of books, I noticed Darko talking to some potential helpers. Considering it to be rude for the organizer of this group to not greet them, I went up to them and introduced myself.

“It's always nice to get more helpers for this task. Seriously, this library is a nightmare. But where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself.”

“I am Christopher Monroe; though, you guys would most likely know me as EnigmaticFellow. Still, would you guys mind handing me your names as well just so it might be easier to contact you guys? I haven't left the library since I got here, and it even reached the point where I made a make-shift room here by renovating one of the libraries lounges.”

"Oh, hey Blobble, Fishie. Nice to meet you all. My real name's Keith Bishop, but you all know me as Fangstrike..." I answered. Thanks to other breaking the ice, it felt less awkward. As I jotted down my name, I asked, "Hey Enigma, how comfy are those lounges? I haven't seen any other spaces yet, and staying close to the books seems as good as place as any."

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 12:37 AM
I took a piece of paper and wrote down what I could remember.

-snip-

I frowned at this. This leaves little to no room for classification for magecraft! We need a different system!

I tugged on Broble's sleeve again and pointed at this problem!



"Hm... yes, that is a problem..."

Let me think for a moment.

"How about..."

000 – Computer science, information and general works
100 – Philosophy and psychology (mental manipulation)
200 – Religion (+ magic and artifacts with connections to religion)
300 – Social sciences
400 – Language (magic languages [unified language, language from age of gods])
500 – Science (including mathematics) (hybridized magecraft + science)
600 – Technology and applied Science
700 – Arts and recreation
800 – Literature (ancient manuscripts and magical texts)
900 – History and geography (history of magecraft)

​"Hm, I don't think I've got everything... EF, do you have anything to add?"

EnigmaticFellow
December 4th, 2011, 12:39 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1

In order to counter Fishie's argument I state, "Most magecraft can be classified under this system. After all, the study of thaumaturgy is a science in and of itself. Therefore, most of them would fall under the 500's or 600's. I suppose that some religiously based arts can be classified under the 200's such as some Buddhist or Daoist spells."


"Hm... yes, that is a problem..."

Let me think for a moment.

"How about..."

000 – Computer science, information and general works
100 – Philosophy and psychology (mental manipulation)
200 – Religion (+ magic and artifacts with connections to religion)
300 – Social sciences
400 – Language (magic languages [unified language, language from age of gods])
500 – Science (including mathematics) (hybridized magecraft + science)
600 – Technology and applied Science
700 – Arts and recreation
800 – Literature (ancient manuscripts and magical texts)
900 – History and geography (history of magecraft)

​"Hm, I don't think I've got everything... EF, do you have anything to add?"

"That seems fine for the most part, Bloble; however, traditional studies of magecraft would also fall under the 'Science' classification due to it being a branch of science. In addition, applied usage of magecraft would fall under 'Technology and applied Science.'"


"Hey Enigma, how comfy are those lounges? I haven't seen any other spaces yet, and staying close to the books seems as good as place as any."

"It's liveable for the most part. Just be careful of falling bookcases if you set your room too close to one."

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 01:07 AM
Week One (Cont.)

I wonder how they knew who I am?

Oh, well...

I helped them for a little over an hour, but got bored of this quickly. There was a reason why I didn't like my 'Library Sciences' course back in the beginning of College despite the librarians saying it's a useful course. I ran away and back to the Cafe, where I saw Tusia-moe.

I chatted with Tusia-moe while making her some breakfast.

"Good morning, Tusia," I said, "would you like some pancakes? Or perhaps some other snacks first? Mead will not be good for another three weeks at the very least."

"Pancakes, please," she replied.

We talked for some time before Tusia-moe started reading again and I need a maid uniform! But I'll begin cleaning this place up now. Where do I get a maid uniform?

I hope Alf will come to the Cafe today.

2ndsly
December 4th, 2011, 01:15 AM
Nemo
Week 1

"That seems fine for the most part, Bloble; however, traditional studies of magecraft would also fall under the 'Science' classification due to it being a branch of science. In addition, applied usage of magecraft would fall under 'Technology and applied Science.'"
hmmmm
"Yes, this sounds about right."

I suppose I should introduce myself to the other new members.
"I'm Nemo, also known as Sly or 2ndsly. I'll respond to either."
That should be good for an initial introduction, what next...

"Anyone have something they're specifically interested in looking at? Beyond the basic stuff I mean. I'm personally planning to take a real close look at Rune magic."

Blackdeath6031
December 4th, 2011, 01:19 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"Wait, so are we discussing it over coffee or lunch? And when...?" I try to clarify.

....It seems like trying to get a hold of things might be much harder than I anticipated....

Fangstrike
December 4th, 2011, 01:24 AM
Fangstrike
Week 1
Repository of Knowledge

Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.



Nemo
Week 1

hmmmm
"Yes, this sounds about right."

I suppose I should introduce myself to the other new members.
"I'm Nemo, also known as Sly or 2ndsly. I'll respond to either."
That should be good for an initial introduction, what next...

"Anyone have something they're specifically interested in looking at? Beyond the basic stuff I mean. I'm personally planning to take a real close look at Rune magic."

"Hey Nemo. I'm Fangstrike. You can also call me Fang if you want," I replied. "Hard to say. There's so many interesting fields of magecraft. I do intend to take a good look at the healing magecraft. Normally, if this wasn't real, I probably would neglect this field, but I don't want to die, and this could be useful in that regard. Bounded fields would be interesting, but I don't think I'll be able to reach Araya Souren's level in the next three years."

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 01:29 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Library

I nod as EF (Chris just doesn't sound right) explains more of the classification. I can tell that he's more comfortable with this than I am. Well, I am still in high school, I guess it's to be expected than an adult would have an easier time organizing stuff.

"Alright, got it. Thanks Chris!" I give him a thumbs up and go back to work. Ren seems to grasp the concepts easily and works with us for about an hour before leaving.

"Bye Ren! See ya soon!" I wave at the retreating figure, and get back to work.

An hour later, even I'm tired of this. Organizing is good, but I can only keep it up for so long. Not to mention I'm hungry, and could use something to eat.

"Hey Chris, I'm pretty much done for the day. I'll be back later or tomorrow to help if can, but right now I think I'll get something to eat first!"

I call out to the him, and leave the library. Now where to go?

Well, I did hear that Alf decided to open up a cafe nearby. Perhaps I should pay him a visit.


Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Thanks random person!"

I wave goodbye to a friendly forum member who showed me the way here. I should've asked his name, but he's already gone by the time I remember to do so. Oh well, I'll recognize him if we meet again.

I knock on the door, and open it nervously, entering. "Hello, anybody there?"

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 01:36 AM
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Thanks random person!"

I wave goodbye to a friendly forum member who showed me the way here. I should've asked his name, but he's already gone by the time I remember to do so. Oh well, I'll recognize him if we meet again.

I knock on the door, and open it nervously, entering. "Hello, anybody there?"

"W-w-welcome home, Goshujin-sama," I muttered. I still haven't found a maid uniform!

Tusia waved without looking up from her book, but she was in the back of the Cafe. She seemed cozy enough just sitting there, reading and drawing.

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 01:45 AM
"W-w-welcome home, Goshujin-sama," I muttered. I still haven't found a maid uniform!

Tusia waved without looking up from her book, but she was in the back of the Cafe. She seemed cozy enough just sitting there, reading and drawing.

Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"G-G-Goshujun-sama?!?!?!?"

I nearly stumble as I walk in. Why would Ren say that? In fact, why is Ren even here?

Oh, wait. This is a cafe. Perhaps it's a... maid cafe?

"Um, hi Ren, it's me, Bloble." I'm frankly surprised to see Ren here, especially so soon after we parted. "Are you applying to work here? Because if you are, that introduction was really good."

I wave hello to the quiet girl reading a book in the back. She looks like she has no interest in talking, so I decide to leave her alone. "Is Alf here?" I ask Ren, who for some reason I imagine in a maid outfit- NO! BAD IMAGINATION!

"I heard he had opened a place where you could get food." I explain. "And those golems kinda creep me out, so I decided to go here for lunch. But if he isn't here..."

Well, I'm not sure if I'll have to wait or not.

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 01:50 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"G-G-Goshujun-sama?!?!?!?"

I nearly stumble as I walk in. Why would Ren say that? In fact, why is Ren even here?

Oh, wait. This is a cafe. Perhaps it's a... maid cafe?

"Um, hi Ren, it's me, Bloble." I'm frankly surprised to see Ren here, especially so soon after we parted. "Are you applying to work here? Because if you are, that introduction was really good."

I wave hello to the quiet girl reading a book in the back. She looks like she has no interest in talking, so I decide to leave her alone. "Is Alf here?" I ask Ren, who for some reason I imagine in a maid outfit- NO! BAD IMAGINATION!

"I heard he had opened a place where you could get food." I explain. "And those golems kinda creep me out, so I decided to go here for lunch. But if he isn't here..."

Well, I'm not sure if I'll have to wait or not.

"We are... I mean," I corrected myself, seeing as Tusia was here because she has nothing else to do, "I am here waiting for Alf-sama too."

I tugged on his sleeve, "Please come inside, I will be right with you in a moment. What would you like to drink?"

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 01:57 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe


"We are... I mean," I corrected myself, seeing as Tusia was here because she has nothing else to do, "I am here waiting for Alf-sama too."

I tugged on his sleeve, "Please come inside, I will be right with you in a moment. What would you like to drink?"

Stunned as I am, I numbly allow myself to be led to one of the tables.

"Um... just water's fine." I manage to say. Coffee isn't something I drink, neither is alcohol, and it isn't really the time for tea, so I default to the boring old option of water.

"So you really are going to work here?" I ask. "Pretty interesting. It probably beats working all day in the library, at least." A small grin forms on my face. "I don't know how Chris can work there all day without getting tired. He's inhuman. I only managed 3 hours before I had to get out of that stuffy place."

zlol365
December 4th, 2011, 02:14 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"Wait, so are we discussing it over coffee or lunch? And when...?" I try to clarify.

....It seems like trying to get a hold of things might be much harder than I anticipated....

"Ah, sorry. I meant lunch with a nice cup of coffee. Anyway let's pop by the library first and check out the updates?"

He paused for the moment.

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 02:24 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe



Stunned as I am, I numbly allow myself to be led to one of the tables.

"Um... just water's fine." I manage to say. Coffee isn't something I drink, neither is alcohol, and it isn't really the time for tea, so I default to the boring old option of water.

"So you really are going to work here?" I ask. "Pretty interesting. It probably beats working all day in the library, at least." A small grin forms on my face. "I don't know how Chris can work there all day without getting tired. He's inhuman. I only managed 3 hours before I had to get out of that stuffy place."

"I will cook occasionally," I said and smiled. "I will have your water in a moment."

I hurried over to fill a glass of water for him, before sitting down on the other side of the counter and sighing.

"I don't like working in a library, it's too stuffy. I like doing things, actually accomplishing something. but until we have basic information..." I pouted again and changed the topic to something else, "I wonder where Alf is. Have you seen him?"

Blackdeath6031
December 4th, 2011, 02:42 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"A-Ah, my bad. Yep, after you."
I gesture back toward the library as I endure the awkward feeling of being silly-derp.

Ah well. I guess my assumption that everyone here was better than me is true.

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 02:46 AM
"I will cook occasionally," I said and smiled. "I will have your water in a moment."

I hurried over to fill a glass of water for him, before sitting down on the other side of the counter and sighing.

"I don't like working in a library, it's too stuffy. I like doing things, actually accomplishing something. but until we have basic information..." I pouted again and changed the topic to something else, "I wonder where Alf is. Have you seen him?"

"I talked with him in the beginning, when everyone was still waking up." I reply as I take a sip of water. Aah... how nice it is to finally get something to cool me down after being stuck in that hot, dusty place for three hours.

"He had the idea to go somewhere that could serve as a temporary command center of sorts, so I led him to the War Room." I still haven't figured out how to 'register' myself, unfortunately. "It seems that info dump gave me general directions to some of the more important places in the Lair." I tap my head. Really, I can be weird sometimes. "I couldn't find anything to do there, so I left and eventually wandered into the library, deciding to help out there. The rest is history."

"Unfortunately I haven't seen him since. The last I saw was him, looking up at the world map in that room, lost in thought."

Ren looks pretty sad. I suppose it's natural. From what the others on BL have said, Alf is a pretty mellow and dependable guy. And he already decided to open a cafe here instead of trying to organize the library or establish some government. Ren must have been one of his fans back on the forum.

Yeah, I can see why Alf is so liked on BL.

"If you want, I can look for him." I finally offer. "I need to get some walking done anyway, and it's not like I have any pressing business to take care of at the moment." Besides, it would do me good to get acquainted with the Lair, especially if I'm going to be living here for the next few years.

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 02:57 AM
"I talked with him in the beginning, when everyone was still waking up." I reply as I take a sip of water. Aah... how nice it is to finally get something to cool me down after being stuck in that hot, dusty place for three hours.

"He had the idea to go somewhere that could serve as a temporary command center of sorts, so I led him to the War Room." I still haven't figured out how to 'register' myself, unfortunately. "It seems that info dump gave me general directions to some of the more important places in the Lair." I tap my head. Really, I can be weird sometimes. "I couldn't find anything to do there, so I left and eventually wandered into the library, deciding to help out there. The rest is history."

"Unfortunately I haven't seen him since. The last I saw was him, looking up at the world map in that room, lost in thought."

Ren looks pretty sad. I suppose it's natural. From what the others on BL have said, Alf is a pretty mellow and dependable guy. And he already decided to open a cafe here instead of trying to organize the library or establish some government. Ren must have been one of his fans back on the forum.

Yeah, I can see why Alf is so liked on BL.

"If you want, I can look for him." I finally offer. "I need to get some walking done anyway, and it's not like I have any pressing business to take care of at the moment." Besides, it would do me good to get acquainted with the Lair, especially if I'm going to be living here for the next few years.

"I will wait here for you or Alf then," I replied and bowed, "Good luck."

Then I slide next to Tusia and glomped.

zlol365
December 4th, 2011, 03:17 AM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga

"A-Ah, my bad. Yep, after you."
I gesture back toward the library as I endure the awkward feeling of being silly-derp.

Ah well. I guess my assumption that everyone here was better than me is true.

????

"Ah well, things happen. To the library~! Magecraft~! All things wonderful and cool~!"

He hummed as he headed back to the library to check up on the books.

"Kuuru~ Kuuru~!!!"

Blackdeath6031
December 4th, 2011, 03:31 AM
Week 1 (Continued)
Suigetsu Ryuuga
Library (With zlol)

As we enter the gigantic hall, I scan the interior for EF, considering that he claimed to be in charge of the indexing project.

Scrolling about until I found him, I approach the man.

"'Sup EF. How's the indexing going?"

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 05:57 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 (continued) - Day 2
Experiential Cafe

Lost in my thoughts, I arrived at the Experiential Cafe and took stock of the surroundings, smiling slightly as I ran my hands over the untouched furniture there. It had always been my dream (literally and figuratively, thank you, Kohaku) to run a place like this, and being presented with one here...

'I don't know what to think, honestly...I was fairly sure that such a strange turn of events could only take place in a dream. For this to turn out to be reality is...unexpected, to say the least.'

I wandered absent-mindedly to the kitchen, where I decided to see what I could do about ordering supplies for cooking. Luckily, I didn't have to look very hard, as an odd panel was present with an intuitive interface from which one could order fresh ingredients/spend food allotments/or other such, not too unlike the Dream Cafe I ran when I was asleep (or which Ren ran on my behalf, really, with Kohaku doing much of the cooking and a sane Heracles in a tuxedo tending bar and holding wonderful discussions on ethics and philosophy).

'Well, I suppose I could make something light but filling...'

Burbur Ayam (Rice congee with shredded chicken meat, green onion, crispy fried shallot, fried soybean, Chinese crullers, a dash of soy sauce and a hint of chicken broth) sounded quite good at the moment, as did a nice omelette or two. Perhaps some omurice as well - an omelette coating wrapping around moist chicken-fried rice within, with green onions, peas and cubed carrots for color, allowing the fragrant odors of beef-stock, rosemary and a hint of basil to waft out into the cafe...

Humming as I contemplated the wonders of cooking, I got to work. The congee was simple enough, since I just had to bring water and rice to boil in a large pot, before turning the heat to medium low and stirring till the rice had the the thick, creamy texture of porridge, adding seasoning to taste. The other bits of the meal were more time consuming, so I took what I needed from the refrigerator, sharpened the knives available and got to work, slicing, dicing, chopping and cubing, a task I found quite therapeutic.

I had finished the basic preparations and had gotten to frying the rice when someone else entered the kitchen, having apparently come from the room above. I turned to see who it was, only to find that it was the lovely young woman who went by the username of Froggie, the one I had seen next to me when I woke in the cavern. My heart must have skipped a beat, and despite myself I could feel my lips tugging up into a faint smile. Maybe it meant I wouldn't have to be alone on this difficult morning, and could instead be spend time with someone I so admired.

"Ah, hello," I greeted, while continuing to cook so that I didn't burn the rice. "My apologies - I did not know that anyone was already here, though I suppose I should have expected that. Anyway, since I'm here and in the middle of cooking, would you mind if I made you something? Food always tastes better when eaten with good company."

I chuckled for a moment as I realize that I'd actually made enough for two - force of habit from the Dream Cafe, since I cooked for Fujino in that alternate realm as well.

"Oh, and since I forgot to introduce myself, the name is Mikhail Daud Vishnya - or as you might be more familiar with, AlfheimWanderer."

100%

Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

It had become something of a habit for me to visit the cafe on at least a daily basis to cook for the one who dwelt there, and share a meal or three before I headed off to take care of things around the Lair. The to-do list seemed endless at times, though at least some discoveries on magic circuit openers and such were being made - and I was also beginning to map out who lived where (with the first I noted being Lianru and Aces living in the penthouse, which I jokingly applied to live in), something which might come in handy in the future. After all, as some said, knowledge was power, and one who held that knowledge held all the cards.

This was part of the reason I'd decided to open up the cafe during the daytime, since it was much easier to get information from people when they were full and happy, as opposed to tried, cranky, and hungry (and no, I didn't need Kohaku to tell me that much!). Plus, I liked making people happy, and I figured that a taste of home might help those who were homesick from feeling too alone. It made as good a place as any for a headquarters for the small groups I'd assembled out of those with special skills - with an emphasis on medicine, martial arts, cooking, and the arcane (meditation, visualization, etc) - to hold meetings and arrange for workshops.

...though of course, this was a double-edged sword, as having a variety of special skills (and a reputation for being good at a number of things) meant that I was in high demand.

I'd just come back from from a consultation with the pharmacist about what compounds she could make use of and which plants produced them - plants which I had arranged to be delivered to the cottage garden, in fact. And now, I was headed back to the cafe, as I'd heard through the grapevine that someone had been looking for me there - someone who I had just missed the other day.

Sure enough, when I arrived, there were a number of other people already present - one of which I knew, and two of which I did not.

'A quiet girl at a table, another at the counter, and a rather dusty Bloble, I see...'

"Hello, everyone!" I greeted cheerfully. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Sorry I wasn't around earlier - happened to be out on an errand in the Lair. Might I get you anything?" I nodded to Bloble, who looked quite tired. "How are you, Bloble? I hope your headache have faded by now?" And then I turned to the others. "And greetings to the two of you. My name is Mikhail Daud Vishnya, though you may know me instead as AlfheimWanderer. Might I have the privilege of knowing your names?"

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 06:05 AM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe
"Hello, everyone!"

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Sorry I wasn't around earlier - happened to be out on an errand in the Lair. Might I get you anything?" I nodded to Bloble, who looked quite tired. "How are you, Bloble? I hope your headache have faded by now?" And then I turned to the others. "And greetings to the two of you. My name is Mikhail Daud Vishnya, though you may know me instead as AlfheimWanderer. Might I have the privilege of knowing your names?"

"...Alf? Alf! ALF!" I shouted. I hopped over the counter with open arms, but then I realized what I was doing. At the last second, I pulled back and just enough to stop in front of Alf. I don't want to seem... needy or something! I hid behind Broble. But despite my nervousness, I murmured rapidly, "This-is-Tusia-and-I-am-Ren-but-you-know-me-as-deviate's-fish-oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh..." I took a breath.

This is too much!

I collapsed onto my seat next to Tusia. I felt my cheeks grow hot as I gave a small wave, "Hi...! H-How are you? W-would you like a drink? Something to eat? I c-can make some stuff..." I fidgeted.

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 06:35 AM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

'Ren, eh?'

A small part of me was rather amused by the coincidence, given that another Ren was my dream guide and the manager of my Dream Cafe. Life - or was it Alaya? - certainly had a strange sense of humor when it came to these sorts of things. Still, given how shy this person was - and how startled and excited (s)he seemed. Odd, really - I'd never been sure about Fishie's gender online (though I had leaned towards male, given how Froggie sometimes mentioned kidnapping "him"), but at the same time, the person before me looked rather feminine.

'And those reactions...they seem rather telling, actually...'

A soft smile stole across my lips as I regarded her and the others in the room, thinking that in some ways, with so many friends in the Lair, it was almost beginning to seem like home.

"Hullo Tusia," I said, nodding politely to the quiet one, before turning a warm smile upon the blushing Fishie. "And hello to you, Ren - or should I say Fishie. Quite the pleasure to finally meet you in person, after all our fun chats, along with Froggie earlier this week. And no need to be shy - if you want a hug, I guess I could use one too."

I chuckled slightly at the question of how I was and if I would like something to eat or drink.

"Ah, I am well, thank you. And as for making something - well I might, or I might not, but tis my cafe," I rejoined, heading to the back. "Thus it is my duty - and my pleasure - to make something for all of you. Perhaps even a drink. To reunions and old friends."

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 06:53 AM
Dis Laplace
Week 1 Results


A)Get a feel with the place and identify as locations as much as possible.
You locate the major facilities of the Lair, including the War Room, the Lair Center, the Repository of Knowledge, the Training Areas, the Dining Commons, and other Business and Education areas. It is difficult to explore more, given howgrand the complex is, and all that is contained within. You even pick out the building on which a penthouse apartment sits, as well as the Experiential Cafe, though due to time constraints, you do not enter. The Lair is a staggeringly immense facility, and you can tell that it was not designed merely as a retreat for magi so they can perform research.

No, it is far more than that - a refuge of humanity - a self-sufficient settlement of its own, isolated from the world. Yet suffused through every bit of it is a strange presence that watches, listens, feels - a vast and alien intelligence that you get glimpses of in your dreams.


B)Gather intel. Find out what things are going on. Interact with people if need be.

You learn of several major things going on as the week progresses: 1) The Library Organization Project, headed by Enigmatic Fellow; 2) The Experiential Cafe, run mostly by AlfheimWanderer; 3) Exploration of the Laboratories (various); 4) Martial Arts Lessons from a Tae Kwon Do master (Fishie); 5) Skill training workshops (various).

You also find that the two young ladies in the penthouse suite are taking applications for a roommate.



C) Find a place to stay, even if it is temporary. It seems that I might need to set up a place to begin from. . .

For the moment, you manage to settle into one of the dormitories. It is equipped like a simple college dorm room, with no kitchen and communal bathrooms. It does come furnished with a bed, closet, desk, chair, and some basic security features, however, so there is no fear of break-ins.

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 07:04 AM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"Hullo Tusia," I said, nodding politely to the quiet one, before turning a warm smile upon the blushing Fishie. "And hello to you, Ren - or should I say Fishie. Quite the pleasure to finally meet you in person, after all our fun chats, along with Froggie earlier this week. And no need to be shy - if you want a hug, I guess I could use one too."

I chuckled slightly at the question of how I was and if I would like something to eat or drink.

"Ah, I am well, thank you. And as for making something - well I might, or I might not, but tis my cafe," I rejoined, heading to the back. "Thus it is my duty - and my pleasure - to make something for all of you. Perhaps even a drink. To reunions and old friends."

I stared at my toes.

I couldn't bring myself to hug him. That would be... that would wrong or something! Or... I don't know! I can't do it, this is too much. That would be... that would be... improper! And Tusia is here too! And Broble too! That would be so embarrassing... And Alf is like my teacher! This is going into forbidden territories.

Half of me wanted to reach forward and glomp him, but the other half held back, causing me to tumble face-first to the floor. It didn't hurt much, because I reacted fast enough to use my palms and then my knees to absorb most of the shock, but it still hurt. As I sat on the ground that I had just sweeped clean earlier, I pouted, "...Ow. Um, um..."

But wait, "...Did you meet Froggie?" I blinked. I felt the corners of my lips tug upwards faster than I could stop myself. I can't show emotions! No! Stop...! Wah... I smiled... I couldn't help it. "Is Froggie well?" I asked. "I hope Froggie isn't getting over worked here. With all this free time, I hope... I hope Froggie can live a more comfortable and healthy life..."

I blinked and realized what I was doing.

Hurriedly, I jumped up and brushed my leggings quickly. Ah, I think my face is becoming redder. Ever since I was a child, I had a problem with blushing. My face would redden quickly, through the simplest stimuli and would redden so much, I would look like a tomato or something. I'm pretty sure my cheeks were as red as they could be right now, right?

I tried to change the subject, "H-how have you been adapting to this..." I waved at everything, "... Alf? Isn't it a bit too much like a dream? What have you been up to? I'm g-g-g-g-glad I met you at last...!"

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 07:27 AM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

I winced as I saw Fishie take a tumble to the ground, apparently caught between the conflicting urge to hug or not to hug. I'd experienced something of the same before, though usually the conflict was resolved one way or another before I moved, as the other way was just bad for business.

...though I had to admit, this cute show of clumsiness, combined with the blushing, was quite a frightful display of weaponized moe.

'Weaponized Moe. An attack that bypasses any physical or thaumaturgical defence and strikes at the heart. As I like to joke, its almost a Noble Phantasm in itself...'

I walked over, offering my hand to help Ren up, but apparently, she didn't need it, as she jumped to her feet, brushing herself off.

'Interesting movements...I think there may be some traces of martial arts training from the bearing and efficiency...'

"Well, I'll take a raincheck on that hug then," I commented mildly, allowing myself a wistful smile in return. "Yes, I meet with Froggie pretty often, since she lives in the apartment above the cafe. And well, with the free time, I actually think she's had the chance to catch up on her sleep these days - and eat healthier. I hope so, anyway, since I've been cooking for her - that's we met a few days ago, when she surprised me in the kitchen that first morning."

At the question of how I was adapting though, I sighed and shook my head.

"Yeah, I thought this was a dream too, at first. Waking up here, away from everything I knew...I cope by staying busy, mostly," I said softly, looking around at the cafe. "Just like all of you have been, I guess. I've been cooking here, running some workshops, exploring the Lair, and arranging for medicinal plants to be delivered. Sometimes I can still hardly believe it, but every day I wake up and I return to this place. Its hard sometimes, but in some ways, its worth it to finally meet some of my good friends in the flesh."

My smile was warm and genuine, filled with the optimism of some who didn't really have anything to lose.

'Ah, brave new world, that hath such people in it!'

Lianru
December 4th, 2011, 10:39 AM
Lucy Chen
Week 1


Scrolling through them, it would appear that you could somehow order, through the device, the instrument to move to any room in the complex, including your penthouse.
...Oh, wow. I can't believe that I got so lucky. Let's see, we have a lot of extra rooms in the penthouse, so might as well move it to one of those and hope Ace doesn't mind. With this, maybe I can set up music lessons of sort and make some...money? Prana? I do remember that some fellow #notes denizens played piano, like Bloble...

As for all of those other instruments.
...What can I take with me? I can't be too greedy, but with all these things and all this time I could learn how to play most of these. Or improve my skill in them. Plus, I can't carry too much all at once-

Oh, right. Oops.
Searching through the room, I pick two violins and two flutes and place them on top of the piano. The remote beeps in my hand as I set it to return to the penthouse in one of the rooms. Nice, it can carry them for me.

Now that that's out of the way, I wander about a bit.............is that food I smell?

Food.
Food.
Food.
I realize how hungry I actually am. Normally I don't care about hunger, but that food smells delicious. I smell rice. I smell beef. I smell soy sauce. My stomach rumbles quietly.

Run. Get the food. Even if I have to pay for it. I don't care.
I run. The smells guide me to a cafe that emanates sounds of cooking and those wonderful aromas. I stand outside the cafe, peering around the door frame.

"Hmm...Is anyone here? Um...oh-"

I hear conversation. Well, that's a start, at least there are people here and not golems. I still can't get used to all the magic that goes on in this place.

It smells so nice... But I keep myself firmly plastered to the doorframe. I can't bring myself to go in.

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 01:10 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Alright, Ren. I'll be off in a sec."

I finish my water, but as I move to stand up a new person enters the cafe. Why, it's the man I was looking for! How lucky!


"Hello, everyone!" I greeted cheerfully. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Sorry I wasn't around earlier - happened to be out on an errand in the Lair. Might I get you anything?" I nodded to Bloble, who looked quite tired. "How are you, Bloble? I hope your headache have faded by now?" And then I turned to the others. "And greetings to the two of you. My name is Mikhail Daud Vishnya, though you may know me instead as AlfheimWanderer. Might I have the privilege of knowing your names?"

I grin.

"My headache's fine, thanks for asking. It faded a few hours after I got out of the War Room. I think it was just a bit of confusion from the info dump merging with my memories or something like that." I shrug. "I'm no neuroscience guy, so I have no idea what it actually meant."

"I'm Darko, but you probably already know that. It's quite a coincidence, though. I was just going to go looking for you, and you arrive the second I'm about to leave. I guess that Godly Luck still counts for something after all!"

At his offer of a meal, I pause for a moment. "If it's not too much, I'd just like a small lunch. I don't really know what you can make, so surprise me, I guess."

However, before I can think over my order more an even more surprising thing happens. The quiet and shy Ren perks up the second she sees Alf, and turns into a bundle of joy. What's even more surprising is her handle. Deviatesfish? Her? That is definitely surprising. I wasn't expecting that, but I guess some people are radically different in real life and on the internet.


"Yeah, I thought this was a dream too, at first. Waking up here, away from everything I knew...I cope by staying busy, mostly," I said softly, looking around at the cafe. "Just like all of you have been, I guess. I've been cooking here, running some workshops, exploring the Lair, and arranging for medicinal plants to be delivered. Sometimes I can still hardly believe it, but every day I wake up and I return to this place. Its hard sometimes, but in some ways, its worth it to finally meet some of my good friends in the flesh."

"Yeah, if nothing else, even though we've been brought to this dangerous world, at least we're not alone. I've got to say, though, you've done a lot more than me. I've spent most of the last week helping EF- I mean, Chris, organize that gigantic library, and trying to find a way to open my circuits. It sounds like you've been pretty busy."

Heh. This place doesn't seem so scary anymore now that I actually have people that I know to talk to. Is this what they call being optimistic about the future? It's... not that bad.

Thud.

I hear a faint sound of tapping feet in front of the door, and a pause. Seems like there's someone too nervous to come inside.

"Hey, come on in!" I call to the door. "It's open!"

Chaos Greyblood
December 4th, 2011, 03:01 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Hey, what's cooking around here? I just got here to grab a bite or two."

It is certainly a fortitious circunstance that Chaos Greyblood happened to visit the cafe in the next day on his week. He wanted to have something to eat and this was the closest place he could find by exploring. There are also 2 people inside by happenstance and so he decides to take a quick look.

"You guys are hungry too? Who's paying for the meal?"

[Chaos now talks to Darko and Lucy]

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 03:06 PM
"You guys are hungry too? Who's paying for the meal?"

...

Pay?

Meal?

...

Money?

...

Crap.

"Pay?" I try to pass off my total lack of money as a purposeful thing. "What use is money here? I was under the impression that we don't use money because all of the ingredients are provided for. Ho ho ho!" I nervously laugh to hide my sudden shock. Unfortunately for me, I was never a good liar and my horrible attempt is weaker than a wet tissue

...

Double Crap.

Lianru
December 4th, 2011, 04:23 PM
Lucy Chen
Week 1, Cafe


"Hey, come on in!" I call to the door. "It's open!"
Oh...someone is telling me to go in. Well, now or never...

I step into the cafe and see four people - two guys and two girls. Huh.

"Uh, hello. I was walking around and I smelled food, um, and I was wondering if I could have so- I mean, maybe use the kitchen to make myself something, or something like that...Oh yeah, I'm Lucy, or I was Lianru on the forums. Nice to meet you if I haven't already."

Another person walks in, introducing himself as Chaos Greyblood.

"You guys are hungry too? Who's paying for the meal?"
...Uh oh.

I think the person who called me in is having the same reaction.
"Pay? With what? How? Ugh..."

...

"Oh, right, payment! This is a cafe, right? Maybe I could, uh, work here part-time or something?"

Chaos Greyblood
December 4th, 2011, 05:21 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

Their reactions are that of confusion and surprise. Did they really expected to just eat and drink in this place and just get away for free? And the attendant is just going to let them go without paying the tab or will accept to add to their tab? Chaos is just as surprise once he saw their faces when he came up with the payment.

"You guys gonna eat without pay or is it taken care or? Either you're the weirdest customers or the most audacious. Let's see what I'm gonna have..." He turns to the attendant and speaks. "Hey, can you suggest me something? What's the best meal and drink around here?"

Katie
December 4th, 2011, 05:21 PM
Knight Turtle/William
Week 1
Hospital

I'm alone. I hate being alone. I like people. At the same time, I don't know how to get close to them. Damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit. I want to fucking go home...

But I can't. Meeting Zeltretch is a one in an infinite amount of possibilities thing. I'm doomed to stay here, away from family, friends, home... Son of a bitch. I'll fucking kill whomever did this. Rip out their damn intestine and strangle them with it. Yeah, that's a fucking fitting death. And then I'll hang 'em like that, to show what happens when you fuck with me.

Bah, what am I thinking... I don't have the guts. Damn cowardice, damn it all. I am depressed. I know it. I feel fucking empty and I've been crying nonstop. And I'm angry. I fucking hate feeling this way... So I've been looking around for the local hospital. Gonna get high off fucking anti-depressants. It'll be fine, fine, fine.

Fuck, I'm thinking like Lotus, GODDAMNIT. No, no, no. It's shitty to get high. Drugs are bad. Highs are bad. I'm going to take the anti-depressants until I stop feeling sad. That's it. I'm not going to overdose, not going to get high. No, none of that. None of that.

I enter a room that looks like a hospital... And there are two people inside. Goddamniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

There's only one word that escapes from my lips.

"Fuck."

Dis Laplace
December 4th, 2011, 05:49 PM
Week 1
Day 1

I dived faced first into the dorm bed, almost worn out from all the walking I had done for the day. It turns out that this place was HUGE, all caps, sixteen point font. I could probably wander from one end from 12 am and I probably won't make it to the other end by 1am the next day, discounting anything that in my direct path.

“Mrrmph~” I groaned into the pillow. It was going to take days trying to figure what was in here before I could get around without getting lost.

And lord, speaking about stuff in side the place, this 'Lair' had a frack ton of stuff in here. It could function as a miniature city if it wanted to.

. . . no, more like a bunker-turned-self sufficient nation . This wasn't just an ordinary base, facillity, or installation. Those things would not go as far as to installing places for purchasing goods. They wouldn't be located underground with a size like this. Nor would they be self contained with strange sights.

“Can't forget the tree.” I grumbled to myself as I rolled onto my back. “Who the hell puts a giant tree underground?”

Continuing on, this place place was stacked up the wazoo with all sorts of facilities. I saw a library, several buildings that looked like schools, a couple of labs,a mess hall, a couple of medical facilities(god knows we need it. several housing complexes up the wazoo, and even a 'War Room'. I heard people call it a war room, but I was tempted to call it a CIC, but I don't think that would have been accurate.

“Still something missing a few things, though. . .” I paused. What did this place need anyways? I don't think even Fort Knox has apartments.

Oh and speaking of apartments. . . I think there were people who wanted some roomies for a penthouse. . . that might be an acceptable option, though I should ask about that when I can find them. This place has a lot of people going around on even more ground. Plus I really don't want to butt in on other people's business.

And while I'm on the topic of business, I think someone started a cafe somewhere people were flocking to. I should probably check it out while I still have the energy to do so. 'sides, even if I couldn't pay, water and knowledge should be free, right

I fixed my jacket and headed to the door before random thoughts struck me.

'All that walking, you know what this place really needs? Wheels. Save up money, get a scooter before your legs wear out.'

'Ah gee, thanks conscience, I was looking so forward to walking until you mentioned that.'

'You're very welcome. By the way you think this place accepts bottle caps like in that game?'

'Your suggestion for currency is dull noted as I shall slam the door to the dorm, and thus in your face.' I really need to talk to someone before I have a habit of talking to myself again. Lord forbid, I get into the habit of talking to myself out loud.

'Go ahead. All is really nice here. I even have cake if you even keep up for five minutes straight.'

'. . . [email protected]&k you. . . me. . . whatever.' I leave my probably temporary room and towards outside.

Airen
December 4th, 2011, 05:56 PM
Airen/Protagonist/Joshua Williams
Week 1
Hospital

Elyrin seemed agreeable to leaving the hospital, although he didn't actually seem that happy about it. Still, I suppose that if I had been cursed, I wouldn't have been very happy about much either.

"Ok then," I chuckled slightly, "Messing with the circuit opener doesn't seem so fun now that I think about it, so I guess we'll head to Lianru's place-"

Before I could finish my sentence, someone new entered the room, immediately drawing my attention out of reflex. This new visitor looked younger than most of the forumites I had encountered, and judging from the expression on his face he seemed to be rather irritated about something...


"Fuck."

Yeah, he probably wasn't in a good mood.

"Hello," I turned towards the irritated teen, curious as to why the black-haired teen had had such a negative response to their presence, "So, who are you? And what exactly are you looking for, kid?"

Of course, I was only seventeen years old myself, but I had a tendency to refer to those younger than me as 'kid' until I learned their names.

Still, if everyone in this place was from Beast's Lair, than who was this...?

Could it be Knight Turtle or Satehi? Maybe Erl?

Why would someone who wasn't wounded come to the hospital anyway? It wasn't like there were that many people here...

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 06:06 PM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"Well, I'll take a raincheck on that hug then,"

N-n-n-n-n-no hug?!

I steeled myself, but I felt my shoulders droop. I was disappointed, I guess, but I will try not to show it.


"Yes, I meet with Froggie pretty often, since she lives in the apartment above the cafe. And well, with the free time, I actually think she's had the chance to catch up on her sleep these days - and eat healthier. I hope so, anyway, since I've been cooking for her - that's we met a few days ago, when she surprised me in the kitchen that first morning."

I perked up. That's good. I hope to see Froggie soon.



"Yeah, I thought this was a dream too, at first. Waking up here, away from everything I knew...I cope by staying busy, mostly," I said softly, looking around at the cafe. "Just like all of you have been, I guess. I've been cooking here, running some workshops, exploring the Lair, and arranging for medicinal plants to be delivered. Sometimes I can still hardly believe it, but every day I wake up and I return to this place. Its hard sometimes, but in some ways, its worth it to finally meet some of my good friends in the flesh."

...Friends.

What a wonderful word! What a wonderful thought... I must protect my friends. I felt something stir within me, like a flame. Maybe this is what people felt when they had little fires burning in their eyes, in anime? I wouldn't know, but if I had a guess, I would say this was pretty close to that exaggeration.

I tried to hold back the emotion in my voice though, because... well, I've been a loner for most of my life. Sure, I've had friends as a child... but no one who would so openly display their true intentions like Alf. So... honest. I felt happy just basking in his aura. Despite my attempts at covering up my emotions, I felt myself soften. My fingers felt weak and I could hear the pounding of my heart in my head.

"I-I-I agree!" I chimed in, "Friends... I want to protect them! B-but to do that... I have to learn magecraft, first." I felt my shoulders droop again. I haven't made any progress this entire week. It felt rather depressing considering how easy the academia was before any of this to me. Now... now everything seems to much larger, taller, and foreboding. Can I even learn anything fast enough to protect them...?


Lucy Chen
Week 1, Cafe

"Oh, right, payment! This is a cafe, right? Maybe I could, uh, work here part-time or something?"

"Lianru~!" I jumped at her and wrapped my arms around her quicker than she could dodge. She's so soft! And she smells so good! Wai! I grabbed her and pulled her in. I chattered away as I did so, "I should still have a few slices of pizza left, and they should still be warm. There aren't many toppings I could find while I looked around, so you'll have to do with that delicious tomato sauce and a thick layer of cheese, alright? I have a slice of apple crumb pie to spare too; though I might have more if Tusia doesn't eat so many..."

I poked at Tusia, who stuck her tongue out at me.

"Anyway, come in!" I pushed Lianru... er, Lucy to a chair. She really is like Akiha! So cute. "I'll be right with you, but you'd better help me with cleaning the plates!"

Ace
December 4th, 2011, 06:17 PM
The One with No Name
Week 1

Somehow I got incredibly lucky and got myself a penthouse. Sufficed to say that it was always one of my dreams to be able to own one of these... But that's over now huh? Everything I worked hard for is gone. It was all for... nothing. It was all pointless.

This can't be real...

..... was I dead?

Was this my fate all along? To die without accomplishing anything?

I couldn't help but laugh. It was just so pathetic.

I couldn't even get into heaven. Instead I'm stuck in this farce. Hahaha. What did they call it? Purgatory?

I should leave too. It's hot. I feel like I'm suffocating. Maybe I was coming down with a cold? Can spirits even get colds? Ah, whatever, I just needed to cool down. I always did prefer the cold. ... I died without even getting to see the first snowfall of the year. Did it snow here? I think I could go in peace if I saw snow just one last time.

Or actually, I should just stay here. I still have some sense of decency and I'm wearing pajamas.

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 06:20 PM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

I nodded pleasantly at Darko, as it was good to hear that his headache had gone away. Having been an EMT in the past, sudden onset headaches coupled with altered levels of consciousness concerned me greatly, as they had sometimes been known to indicate intracranial bleeding (which could well prove fatal without treatment). Then again, having been a college student once, I was well aware of the headaches that could result from information overload (not to mention those which often resulted from overuse of my empathic abilities, which weren't really controllable in the first place).

"Well, at least you're fine now, which is what matters," I replied, noting his request for a small lunch. "Ah, and a light lunch, eh? Alright - a surprise it is, I hope you don't mind Vietnamese cooking!"

To the mention of how much I'd done though, I just shrugged.

"I'm sure you've been doing more important work than me in the library - I've just been trying to set up a place where people can sit down after a long day and chat over some decent food. I mean, I know the Dining Commons also gives out food, but this is some variety, yes?"

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDr3v-Phhfg/TdSqkODaL2I/AAAAAAAAPoc/VKfNYZyLe8c/s1600/Lemongrass%2BChicken-0014.jpg

Given the available ingredients, I had been thinking of making some Lemongrass Chicken on Rice, with each helping a generous portion of 2 deboned chicken legs atop broken rice. Normally, I'd make a pork cutlet to go with the broken rice, or perhaps a vietnamese meatloaf, but the Lair didn't have pigs, so chicken it was, cooked to moist and juicy perfection with a lemongrass glaze for flavour. I didn't know quite how much charring people wanted, so I went relatively light on that for now.

For those who preferred something more substantial, Pan-fried Rice Noodles was the special of the day, featuring wide rice noodles with chicken, cabbage, broccoli, baby corn, carrots, mushrooms, onions, and bean sprouts. A surprisingly simple dish, but one that many had found to be quite tasty - and easy to make, if one had a wok. One just heated oil, and then added the noodles, salt and soy sauce, stirfrying for three to four minutes till the noodles became soft, at which point, one removed them from the pan and put them aside. Then, one added more oil, added the meat and fried on high heat till the meat is mostly cooked, adding ginger paste, garlic, onions and vegetables until mostly cooked, and then mixing well with the prepared noodles. Green onions optional for a garnish, and some like a hint of lime, but I'd leave that to the individuals.

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Of course, I was also aware that those who were tired sometimes preferred to have a soupy dish that would go down easily, so I also made a large pot of Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle, for those not in the know). Now, this was surprisingly difficult for some to make, given that preparing chicken stock from scratch could be very challenging at times, especially if one only boiled the chicken. Fortunately, I had found a better way in my years of cooking for myself and guests, a way that would net a nice rich broth, coupled with tender moist, perfectly cooked chicken.

The trick was simply to gently poach the whole chicken first, separate the meat from the bones, and then put just the bones back into the pot for an intensely flavored broth, with some aromatics like charred onion, garlic and ginger. For a full phở bò (beef pho), I would add all sorts of garnishes and seasonings, but I'd found that chicken was easily overwhelmed by spices such as star anise and cloves. And thus, I add only some bean sprouts, a dash of onion, and pickled green chillies to compliment the delicate flavor tones of the chicken, being sure to char the ginger and onion for a naturally sweet, robust flavor.

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I returned from the kitchen with the steaming platters of prepared food, only to find the others talking about payment and more people coming in.

"Ah, the Cafe operates on the same Food Allotment system as the Dining Commons, so no payment is necessary - though if you insist, I wouldn't mind staying updated with what is going on in the rest of the Lair," I said mildly, serving the food to my customers. "Ah, hello Lucy. Yes, I'd be delighted to have more people work here, so we can share recipes and such - and in return I'd help train them in cooking and basic self-defense. I did hear you were offering music lessons though - and I'd like a chance to practice my piano and flute skills."

I nodded to Chaos Greyblood, who had apparently meandered in during my absence.

"Well, we have three main items at the moment, but if you'd like I can certainly make something especially for you," I replied graciously. "Cooking is a joy, after all. And well, you heard what I said about payment - I'll also accept prana credit donations though, if you'd enjoy the food. I hear you can get some by donating blood at one of the clinics."

I tilted my head for a moment then smiled, as I walked empty handed over to Fishie, who had just glomped Lianru.

"Though from you, Ren, my payment will be a hug, if that's alright," I murmured, as I enfolded the adorable moeblob in my arms, to ease the very visible disappointment on her face. "As I said, it is very nice to meet you at last."

Lianru
December 4th, 2011, 06:38 PM
"Lianru~!"
"I should still have a few slices of pizza left, and they should still be warm. There aren't many toppings I could find while I looked around, so you'll have to do with that delicious tomato sauce and a thick layer of cheese, alright? I have a slice of apple crumb pie to spare too; though I might have more if Tusia doesn't eat so many..."
"I'll be right with you, but you'd better help me with cleaning the plates!"
"Ah, and a light lunch, eh? Alright - a surprise it is, I hope you don't mind Vietnamese cooking!"
Oh, wow, everyone's so...nice. So much food (pizza! pie! I must be in heaven!), and it's all far better than what's offered to everyone, haha.

I remember Ace, my roommate, staying in her room all the time. She must want something better to eat than the stuff we found in the pantry. She's Vietnamese, too, what luck.

"U-um, would you mind if I, uh, took a little bit of it home with me? You see, I have a roommate, and I'm sure she'd like this food better than whatever else she has available right now..." I trail off, feeling awkward.


"Yes, I'd be delighted to have more people work here, so we can share recipes and such - and in return I'd help train them in cooking and basic self-defense."
"Oh! Um, if it's payment, I'll pay for her share of the food, so could I take some? I'll just have a little bit of food, I'm not that hungry-"
My stomach growls again. Lie detected.

"....
...And Fishie-I mean Ren, of course I'll help you with the plates! So, um, how about it?"

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 06:42 PM
Week One (Cont.)

I stared at Alf for a moment before ducking behind him. I can't do this while facing him!

I hugged him from behind instead. Maybe this is good enough?

My voice was muffled by his clothing and my hair, but I said to Lianru, "You can take it home, if... if you bring her here too!"

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 07:01 PM
"Well, at least you're fine now, which is what matters," I replied, noting his request for a small lunch. "Ah, and a light lunch, eh? Alright - a surprise it is, I hope you don't mind Vietnamese cooking!"

I've never had Vietnamese before.

"Of course I don't mind. I'm always up for trying new foods!" Well, except for bananas. Can't stand the things unless they're a part of something else. But other than that, I'll eat anything as long as it's edible!


"I'm sure you've been doing more important work than me in the library - I've just been trying to set up a place where people can sit down after a long day and chat over some decent food. I mean, I know the Dining Commons also gives out food, but this is some variety, yes?"

I shudder at the memory of the Dining Commons. "Yeah, I know, but... those golems make me too nervous to eat." Really, I shouldn't be scared, but just bringing myself to eat food prepared by a magical construct was tough. There's no way I'd be able to actually eat in front of one so soon. "Besides, they can't capture the dedication and skill of a human chef!"


-pure deliciousness-

...I should try not to drool. Even though this looks absolutely delicious, even though I haven't had a proper meal in a while, and even though I can smell it right in front of me.

Damn, this reminds me of that one manga I read, called Toriko, filled with all kinds of sweet foods.

...I think this has it beat.


"Ah, the Cafe operates on the same Food Allotment system as the Dining Commons, so no payment is necessary - though if you insist, I wouldn't mind staying updated with what is going on in the rest of the Lair," I said mildly, serving the food to my customers. "Ah, hello Lucy. Yes, I'd be delighted to have more people work here, so we can share recipes and such - and in return I'd help train them in cooking and basic self-defense. I did hear you were offering music lessons though - and I'd like a chance to practice my piano and flute skills."

I pause from trying out the meal to listen to Alf speak again.

"Ah, I'd like to practice my skills as well." I perk up at the mention of music lessons. It's kind of sad, really. Back home they had to force me to practice, but here I'm eager to learn. "I'm not that good at piano, but I'd like to at least become passable at it."

But the first thing Alf (I can't stop calling him that, can I?) said is much more important. "Well, I feel slightly bad for not paying, even though it isn't necessary. Can I work here as a... waiter of sorts? Unless this is a maid cafe, at least." There, at least I offered. "Oh, and could I get some of those cooking and self-defense lessons? In exchange you'll be the first to know if I find something interesting while organizing the library."


"Well, we have three main items at the moment, but if you'd like I can certainly make something especially for you," I replied graciously. "Cooking is a joy, after all. And well, you heard what I said about payment - I'll also accept prana credit donations though, if you'd enjoy the food. I hear you can get some by donating blood at one of the clinics."

"I'll have to check the clinic out then." I make a mental note to see if I need open circuits to donate prana.

But dang, I've had a busy day. And if I have to learn on top of everything else, it might get even busier.

Still, I think I've taken a step in the right direction.

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 07:21 PM
Week One (Cont.)

"Broble, Broble!" I tugged on his sleeve, "Eat my cooking too!"

...Soon, my nefarious plan to make Broble incredibly full will come to fruition!

"I can teach you self-defense, of course," I nodded slowly. But then I thought about it for a moment. I do want something in return! "But then you'd better share information with me too!"

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 07:25 PM
Week One (Cont.)

"Broble, Broble!" I tugged on his sleeve, "Eat my cooking too!"

...Soon, my nefarious plan to make Broble incredibly full will come to fruition!

"I can teach you self-defense, of course," I nodded slowly. But then I thought about it for a moment. I do want something in return! "But then you'd better share information with me too!"

I give Fish a thumbs up. "I'll eat anything you make!"

And then she drops a whammy on me. She's the one who's been teaching people self-defense? This tiny girl who trips over her own feet in incredibly realistic depictions of Moe? I suppose whoever said not to judge a book by its cover was definitely on to something.

"Then I'm in your hands, sensei! Please teach me your ways!"

At her request for more information I pause. "If you say so. Although I don't really get why everybody wants to know all this stuff. It's not like I won't just tell anyone who asks me what I've learned.

Ah well, I'll chalk it up to adults and their creepy obsession with keeping secrets.

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 07:35 PM
Week One (Cont.)

I placed my hands on my hips. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of myself. I never did actually teach martial arts professionally. Teach other things? Yes, I taught sports before. Teaching golfing is especially profitable! I even assisted the teachers in martial arts plenty of times... but actually lead the class? This week was my first week. I can't but feel a little happy inside.

So I replied, "You will call me Ren Sifu while we train!" I felt my chest puff a little.

I frowned at the mention of information. It's true, we will share information all we like, but... "It's not like we have an internet to keep us all posted, or a wiki to list out things that we have learned. Perhaps we should establish something like that... later? But right now, there is nothing like that, so if I am busy with something else, I will miss out..."

I felt sad. These are my friends now. I don't want to miss out on anything we could be doing together...!

Chaos Greyblood
December 4th, 2011, 07:37 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Then I'm gonna have the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice, please. I'm curious to see how it tastes." He thought about something to drink for a moment and reached his answer. "Do you serve some cool tea? I want lemon iced tea if you have any, please!"

Chaos then turns to see the others. "So, you guys have some plans today? I haven't gotten any friends yet, so I want to see what interests you."

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 07:51 PM
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

I chuckled as I was hugged from behind, as I found the shyness to be quite endearing. I hadn't encountered anyone quite like that since my college days, which were quite a bit behind me these days. Certainly not at work, where we were more focused on meeting our deadlines when we weren't joking around and brainstorming visions of new worlds and new possibilities. A pity - video games wouldn't really take off for a while, but I suppose I could get something going. Perhaps offer to fund the Blizzard guys, since I knew they'd become a hit? Ah, the possibilities.

'It certainly is interesting that so many think about opening their Circuits, seeking personal power,' I mused to myself, wondering why so many were set on that pathway for changing the world and survival. 'After all, it is not the most efficient or effective path towards accomplishing one's goals. It is rather like in combat or in investment - you want leverage, borrowing the strength (or money) of others to help reach your goals.'

That bit of philosophy aside, however...

"Well, yes, as Ren mentioned, of course you can take some home," I replied warmly, taking a closer look at the young lady in front of me. "To the penthouse, if the rumors I've been hearing are accurate!"

GARROOOOO--!

Hearing the rather loud growl of Lianru's stomach, I chuckled.

"Have as much as you'd like, Lucy - there is plenty of food, and if need be, I can always make more," I answered, before turning to Darko. "And as for you, Bloble, yes, you may certainly work here in exchange for the lessons, if you wish. We all have to help each other in these times, right? And I certainly can't be in the cafe all day, so it will reassure me to know that it is in good hands. On that note..."

I turned slightly, so I could see the top of Ren's head.

"...I'd like to try your cooking, Ren, and now that you mention it, I do remember sparring against you briefly!" I noted, lips quirking up into an odd smile. As I thought back, I thought I could remember having sparred against someone early in the week who was a decent match for me, who could help me keep my skills sharp so far away from a dojo. "You're the one training people in Tae Kwon Do, if I'm not mistaken. A person of many hidden talents you are - I'd love to see what I could learn from you - as well as what I could teach. As I recall, you had some other disciplines too!"

...which was unexpected of someone who looks like a moeblob, but then, considering that one of the most talented people I've known in that area was a small girl who seemed she would snap in the wind, I know better than to judge by appearances. That girl kicked my ass. Every single time.

At the mention of the value of information exchange, I was somewhat amused, but didn't need to reply, as Fishie said what was on my mind.

"Right. Since we're all busy with various things and work in different areas, its probably for the best that we share information with one another so we know what everyone is up to, in case something happens, or in case we have a breakthrough," I added, meeting the eyes of everyone there. "I imagine we could set up a bulletin board or something in the cafe to make it easier to pass notes or send messages. No cell phones here, after all. Or email - though I've heard interesting things about the DreamingNet."

I noted Chaos Greyblood's order and got another portion of the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice from the kitchen, alongside a lemon iced tea, as requested.

"There you go, though a chrysanthemum tea might actually go a bit better with this - or rose hip, if you prefer something a bit more tart," I advised, knowing from experience that something hot went with this dish well. With pho, one would prefer something cold instead, as a nice contrast. "As for my plans - well, I am helping organize some of those with more medical training in the Lair, since I know that if and when we decide to open Circuits, that will be a rather difficult time. Otherwise, training, martial arts stuff, and getting to know some of my new staff better. And yourself?"

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 07:52 PM
"You will call me Ren Sifu while we train!"
"Yes, Ren Sifu!" I'm tempted to bring my hand up to my forehead in a salute, but that would just be silly.


"It's not like we have an internet to keep us all posted, or a wiki to list out things that we have learned. Perhaps we should establish something like that... later? But right now, there is nothing like that, so if I am busy with something else, I will miss out..."
I nod. Her reasoning is pretty much spot on. We have no internet to simply post things on... although I think this DreamingNet has some potential for similar things.

"Got it. If I find out something interesting you and Alf will be the first to know."


"Then I'm gonna have the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice, please. I'm curious to see how it tastes." He thought about something to drink for a moment and reached his answer. "Do you serve some cool tea? I want lemon iced tea if you have any, please!"

Chaos then turns to see the others. "So, you guys have some plans today? I haven't gotten any friends yet, so I want to see what interests you."

"I'm mostly just finding my way around, meeting up with forumites I know, and maybe making plans for the future." I reply as I idly munch on what's left of my food. "I'm pretty fascinated by all the potential we have for invention, though. Since we have an outsider's view on magecraft, and that itself is limited, that means we can come up with new, revolutionary ways to use it. Just imagine what we can create once we know all there is to know!"

For a moment I'm lost in a fantasy of a guy in magical power armour fighting mutant zombie T-Rex's and dragons. Aweeeesooooooooomee!

"Of course, most of my first week here will probably end up being just getting familiar with the Lair. How about you guys?" The question goes out to everybody in the room. I wonder how they've spent their time here?

EnigmaticFellow
December 4th, 2011, 08:01 PM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"'Sup EF. How's the indexing going?"

I wouldn't have minded answering the question; however, a snake from a book I was reading bit me. It kind of sucks due to the burning from the bite marks, and am I losing consciousness? Yes I am. Everything is turning to black with all sensations turning into nothing.

100%

It turns out I woke up in a hospital, clinic, or whatever it is people call it. Point is I crapped my pants. Well, it could have gone worse like the guy right next to me who can't even communicate ever since his eyes laid upon a set of runes.

A man came rushing into the room and immediately said “fuck.” Though I was tempted to give him tips on how to get high, I didn't really feel like talking with people at the moment. So I just feigned a sleeping posture and waited until the man left. It was at that time that I finally left my bed and the room.

100%

It turns out that recruiting more people to help index the library doesn't work so well with soiled pants, so I went around the Lair searching for a change of clothes, only to fail; however, I did find a place to wash the ones on the back of the skin.

After finally feeling a tad bit cleaner, I noticed that I was actually hungry. There's been people recommending a certain cafe that people have been claiming Alf manages. Seeing as their no reasons for me not to go there, free food is great after all, I followed the directions to get there and opened the door.

Walking up to the man who looks to be in charge of this joint, I say, “Are there any dishes that you recommend me to order? I had a rough day and can use something to deal with it.”

Chaos Greyblood
December 4th, 2011, 08:19 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Chrysanteum tea, huh? I'll remember that next time!"

The man close to Chaos has already replied that he's getting used to the current environs and that he'll manage, all the while finding and getting acquianted with the forumites as he calls them and try to do many things. Chaos felt like saying something to that.

"Well, I've been around here, there and everywhere. I covered wars, you know!" He smiled as he replied. "No, I'm just kidding you. I'm just checking out things for now and trying to decide what to do. This feels new to me because I haven't been into places like this. Also, having a few friends would be nice."

With that in mind, he made a question to the young man near him. "What's your name and that of that energic girl who likes glomping people?"

alfheimwanderer
December 4th, 2011, 08:21 PM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

Today seemed to be a busy day in the cafe, as many people were shuffling in one after another. But then, I supposed that no one could simply focus on their tasks forever without the benefit of good food and drink. It just wasn't done without the comforts we had access to in the modern world. The newest customer seemed a bit bleary, worn out - and for that I had just the thing.

"Ah, greetings and welcome to the cafe," I said kindly, waving to the interior. "Please, have a seat anywhere you'd like - and as for something to eat, I've always found that something like Chicken soup is great after a long, hard day. Easy to eat, easy to digest - very little grease. The closest I have to that right now is actually Pho Ga, which you could call Vietnamese Chicken Noodle, if you'd like."

It was a simple, light dish, but one which was warm and filling for those who were weary. Comfort food, of a sort, fragrant with the aroma of onion and ginger, with green onions, basil and such accenting the color and flavor.

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"Alternatively, the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice is easy to eat as well, and I can get you a bowl of soup to go with it, if you prefer," I noted, allowing the man to decide. "Ah, and before I forget to introduce myself, I am Mikhail Daud Vishnya - or AlfheimWanderer as you might know me, and I will be your chef this afternoon."

EnigmaticFellow
December 4th, 2011, 08:34 PM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1

After hearing the chef give his suggestions, I came up with my own reply as I took a sea over at the bar considering that I'm only dining with myself. I don't really need a table if that's the case.

“It's been several days since I even had anything now that I think about it, not to mention getting poisoned doesn't help in that regard.”

Now that I think about it, I'm looking much paler than I usually do. Probably due to a lack of sleep and nutrition.

“With that in mind, I'll take the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice as well along with the soup you mentioned. I could really use all I can get since I haven't been to anywhere else besides the clinic ever since I started indexing the library.”

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 08:53 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

As I'm munching even more people slowly funnel inside. It's amazing just how popular Alf's cafe is getting in such a short time. I suppose that's at least partly due to his fame on BL, and partly because he's really good at cooking.


"Well, I've been around here, there and everywhere. I covered wars, you know!" He smiled as he replied. "No, I'm just kidding you. I'm just checking out things for now and trying to decide what to do. This feels new to me because I haven't been into places like this. Also, having a few friends would be nice."

With that in mind, he made a question to the young man near him. "What's your name and that of that energic girl who likes glomping people?"

"I'm Darko, but you might know me as Bloble." I reply. Wow, I've been introducing myself a lot, lately. I suppose it's the consequence of getting stuck in a place like this with a bunch of people who's faces I've never seen. "That girl's Ren, but her handle's deviatesfish, I think." I refrain from mentioning it's only Alf's presence that has her so energetic.

“It's been several days since I even had anything now that I think about it, not to mention getting poisoned doesn't help in that regard.”

“With that in mind, I'll take the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice as well along with the soup you mentioned. I could really use all I can get since I haven't been to anywhere else besides the clinic ever since I started indexing the library.”

"EF? I mean, Chris?" It's a surprise to see him wandering in here, but what's even more surprising is his condition. His once ordinary look has turned pale, and he seems to be a lot weaker than before. Not to mention the wetness I smell just from him passing by...

"Dude, you look like crap. What happened?"

Did he mention getting poisoned? In the library of all places? This, I've got to hear.

Fangstrike
December 4th, 2011, 08:59 PM
Fangstrike
Week 1

Profile
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


Week 1 Goals

1 – Familiarize myself with the layout of the Lair.
2 – Get to know my fellow Beast’s Lair members.
3 – Read up on the basic theory of magecraft and see if I can unlock my magic circuits. If I attempt to unlock my circuits make sure to take safety precautions, such as having a friend watch over me with the EMTs or Golems nearby or on speed-dial.


After a some kind of Nazi Grimoire tried to suck out my soul, I decided I had enough studying by myself. A rumble in my tummy guided me to my next location - a cafe that people had been talking about.

As I entered, I recognized a few familiar faces - Blobble, Fishie, and Enigma. It looked like Enigma was ordering from the head honcho, so I got in line and stood a meter behind him.

Chaos Greyblood
December 4th, 2011, 09:16 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"And I'm Chaos Greyblood. It is an alias to keep my name secret. It's nice to meet you."

Just then, another person stepped into the cafe and didn't look to be in good shape. It seemed as though he went through the meat grinder and needed to see a friendly face. Chaos wanted to see if he needed anything.

"You look like hell. You need help?"

EnigmaticFellow
December 4th, 2011, 09:18 PM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"EF? I mean, Chris?"

"Dude, you look like crap. What happened?"

"You know that feeling you get when an illustrated snake jumps out of a book you're reading from and bites you?"


"You look like hell. You need help?"

"Unless you happen to have a change of clothes for me, help would be a bit late to give. I just had to wash these recently if the water dripping from them didn't already indicate that."

Bloble
December 4th, 2011, 09:57 PM
"You know that feeling you get when an illustrated snake jumps out of a book you're reading from and bites you?"

"No, but I'm guessing you do." Shit, this happened right after I left, too...

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't left so early I might've been able to help."

Damnit, didn't I say right after I woke up that we were supposed to stick together? And then I left Chris in the library all by himself! Shit, I should've at least expected this. Obviously there would be dangerous magic books there too!

"Are you feeling better now?"

Lianru
December 4th, 2011, 10:05 PM
Lucy Chen
Week 1, Cafe


"You can take it home, if... if you bring her here too!"

"Well, yes, as Ren mentioned, of course you can take some home," I replied warmly, taking a closer look at the young lady in front of me. "To the penthouse, if the rumors I've been hearing are accurate!"
"Um, I can try, but...she might not come, she seemed kind of depressed when I left. I'll still try, though! Maybe she'll find the food so good she has to come visit."


"You will call me Ren Sifu while we train!"
Umm...
"Ren Shifu, is there any other time you would be available? I'm afraid I don't have time to start training right now...there are so many other things I have to do.... Maybe I can find you later once I sort everything out?"

I gather some things I think Ace might like (noodles, some chicken, rice) in a disposable container and walk to the doorway. "Thank you all very much. I appreciate it, I'll try to visit again if I have the time."

As I leave, another man walks in. His clothes look like they were dumped in the washer but not the dryer. I wonder what happened to him......


As I reach the penthouse again, I find that my instruments are waiting for me. Well, I have something else to take care of first...

"Hey, Ace- er- [REDACTEDunlockmoreflagsgaiz]! I brought you some food back from this cafe I found. It's better than what we had at that Dining place, so try it. If you like it we can go back later.

...And stop looking so depressed. Please?"

deviatesfish
December 4th, 2011, 11:04 PM
Lucy Chen
Week 1, Cafe

"Um, I can try, but...she might not come, she seemed kind of depressed when I left. I'll still try, though! Maybe she'll find the food so good she has to come visit."

"Fine... this time," I sighed. "But don't make a habit of this!" I warned.


"Ren Shifu, is there any other time you would be available? I'm afraid I don't have time to start training right now...there are so many other things I have to do.... Maybe I can find you later once I sort everything out?"


"We'll do it first time every day, then. Good health to set a schedule and wake up on time everyday and all that." I nodded firmly as I hugged Lucy again. Mm, so soft.

Dis Laplace
December 4th, 2011, 11:15 PM
Dis Laplace
Week 1
Day 1

=Alf's Cafe=
The Cafe was , thankfully, was where I thought I saw it and ,ohh boy, it looked like things were already in full swing with people getting chatty. And I could smell food in the air, some sort of chicken with rice. Huh, surprise, surprise. And I think it opened up a few days or so, I think I heard.

Anyways I managed to slip in unnoticed by entering after a guy who looked like he got caught out in a hurricane. I think that girl who came out after he went in almost saw me but I don't think she cared enough to indicate that she did.

I managed to find a not-so-well lit portion, and surprisingly unoccupied, portion of the cafe and sat down.

And waited.

And thought.

And listened.

And thought some more.

It's amazing how fast some people can adjust to their situations. Heck, I surprised myself on not turning into a emotional wreck.

'Aren't you already an emotional wreck?'
'Shaddaup.'

Listening to people's conversation proved enlightening. Apparently some of them were quite close to get along fast enough.
Mnn, good enough for them. There were also people who were at the library here, and I think hurricane guy was one of them. Though it begets the question, what does snakes have to do with a library. Still, got to see what I can do to help them out in my spare time. Heck I might come across something interesting.

The rest, the rest was pretty much white noise. Ack, might as well lay my head down on the table and rest up abit.

'You suure you don't want to order something?'
'Shaddaup.'
'Teaaa~ Nice delicious teaaa~'
'I said shaddaup.'
'Nice smooth delicious milk teaaaa~
'I said milk te-I mean shaddaup!'

. . . long day is long.

Chaos Greyblood
December 4th, 2011, 11:23 PM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Well, my name is Chaos Greyblood. I dunno what the heck happened that you needed to clean your clothes in an impromptu matter, but I hope this hasn't been terrible.""

He takes a few bites at the chicken and muttered how delicious it was. He say a soy sauce container and marinated the rice with it. He looked up as he was finishing another bite. "Anyone else here I should meet? They should speak up!"

Fangstrike
December 4th, 2011, 11:57 PM
Fangstrike
Week 1
Experiential Cafe

Profile
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


Week 1 Goals

1 – Familiarize myself with the layout of the Lair.
2 – Get to know my fellow Beast’s Lair members.
3 – Read up on the basic theory of magecraft and see if I can unlock my magic circuits. If I attempt to unlock my circuits make sure to take safety precautions, such as having a friend watch over me with the EMTs or Golems nearby or on speed-dial.


After Enigma got his meal, I stepped up to the 'chef.' "Um, excuse me. How does this place work? I don't have any money on me right now..." In fact, aside from my clothes, I didn't have jack. I probably look like some new hobo. This is probably one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. If I weren't dying of hunger, I'd probably try and tough it out until I planned something out. Gawd. Could this get any worse? Penniless... Homeless... At least I'm alive... Well, for now...

EnigmaticFellow
December 5th, 2011, 12:05 AM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"No, but I'm guessing you do."

“Well, it's that kind of feeling you get when you soil your pants and face-plant the floor.”


"I'm sorry. If I hadn't left so early I might've been able to help."

“There's not much you could have done that the others nearby were able to do. It's not like you have a measure against ink-derived threats do you?”


"Are you feeling better now?"

“To tell you the truth, I still feel like shit, but I'm nowhere close near dropping dead yet. On the bright side, we're close to indexing the first aisle of books.”


"Well, my name is Chaos Greyblood. I dunno what the heck happened that you needed to clean your clothes in an impromptu matter, but I hope this hasn't been terrible."

"In case you haven't heard already," I said while getting another spoonful of my soup, "my name is Christopher Monroe; though, you're more likely to know me as EnigmaticFellow."

alfheimwanderer
December 5th, 2011, 01:04 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

I nodded, knowing that the customer generally knew his own business - and well, when one hadn't eaten in a few days, then one desperately needed something that one could keep down. Anything too greasy or heavy would not fit that bill, as it would lead to nausea and vomiting (and that would be just unsanitary to deal with).

"I'm sorry to hear you were poisoned during your time at the Lair, though such dangers are to be expected when indexing a thaumaturgical library," I mused aloud, noting how pale the man's complexion was. "I'll get you the order of Lemongrass Chicken on Rice, with a side of chicken broth then. And I think perhaps something else..."

As I went to the back to prepare a plate of the broken rice and a bowl of the soup, I also took the time to make a tonic I'd found soothing on dark, weary days: a warm concoction of ginger, honey and lemon that improved circulation, aided digestion and brought some color back to the skin. I'd almost almost call it a potion, only I didn't because that would be a bit inappropriate in a place perfused with powers that bordered on True Magic.

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It didn't take long for me to get the dishes out to the poor librarian, along with the tea.

"There you go, good sir - I hope you feel better soon," I said sympathetically. "Oh, and if this doesn't bring up any bad memories, did you find anything interesting in the Repository of Knowledge? I've heard rumors about odd...living books and such."

After I served him, I saw another man walk in (in a less bedraggled state), and I went over to him with a welcoming smile.

"Greetings to you," I intoned, gesturing to the rest of the cafe. "This cafe runs the daily food allotment system the dining commons does, so payment is not necessary. Though if you insist, I do take information on what's going on in the rest of the Lair, or any special skills you might have. At the moment, our specials are the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice, Pho Ga, and Pan Fried Rice Noodles, though if there's anything else you'd like, I can prepare it. Be warned, we don't really have beef or pork, since the Lair is short on those, and I'm not a great hand with seafood dishes."

I also noted another man preparing to doze off in the corner, and I placed a glass of ginger tea next to him in case he needed it.

RacingeR
December 5th, 2011, 01:31 AM
Week 1
Nikolai Vladimore

I dragged myself to the cafe, nursing a headache. I always have a headache during the mornings. Actually, I just plain hate goddamn mornings. I was never good with em. Well, getting lunch always helped...

Anyway, I entered and noticed that the place was very concurred. No surprises there, though, since I knew who had decided to set the place as his base. "Sup Alf, Bloble, Ruru... and everyone else." I say in a very causual manner while moving towards a table. I am pretty sure that the other fellow is Chaos, and the other guy is EF, but not sure on the others. The unknown girl is actually...

O hey, it is Fishie. I recognize her from those photos... she is the one that ran away on me when I tried to approach her, I guess. I am not sure of how to even approach her and this is horribly awkward so I'll just continue my merry way. "Hey Alf, I wonder if I could speak with you privately about something, whenever you can."

And then, there was a grumble. Stomach, meet everyone. Everyone, meet stomach. "Uhm, and about lunch.."

Fangstrike
December 5th, 2011, 01:31 AM
Fangstrike
Week 1
Experiential Cafe

Profile
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


Week 1 Goals

1 – Familiarize myself with the layout of the Lair.
2 – Get to know my fellow Beast’s Lair members.
3 – Read up on the basic theory of magecraft and see if I can unlock my magic circuits. If I attempt to unlock my circuits make sure to take safety precautions, such as having a friend watch over me with the EMTs or Golems nearby or on speed-dial.



"Greetings to you," I intoned, gesturing to the rest of the cafe. "This cafe runs the daily food allotment system the dining commons does, so payment is not necessary. Though if you insist, I do take information on what's going on in the rest of the Lair, or any special skills you might have. At the moment, our specials are the Lemongrass Chicken on Rice, Pho Ga, and Pan Fried Rice Noodles, though if there's anything else you'd like, I can prepare it. Be warned, we don't really have beef or pork, since the Lair is short on those, and I'm not a great hand with seafood dishes."

The older man was quite cordial. The warm smile was a plus too. I felt like I had been disarmed by his smooth talking and kind demeanor. It almost made me forget about my hobo-status. There was just something about this guy that made me feel like he was a decent guy. The fact that he was offering free food might have swayed my hunger-addled brain.

"I see. That's quite generous of you. I guess I'll have the Pho Ga." As I digested his words, I tried to think of what I had to offer. "Well, I just arrived so I don't have much information to offer you. I was just in the Repository of Knowledge. There's a number of books there, but they're not organized. And not all of them are safe. I came across a Germanic Grimoire that tried to eat me..." Now that I think about it, I should be freaked out that a living book tried to suck the soul out of me with surprising ease, but I felt a little detached about it. Maybe the full rammifications of everything hasn't hit me yet... Let's recheck things... Gonna lose my job... Nowhere to stay... Ah, now I see. I'm just so irreprably screwed that a soul-stealing demonic book doesn't phase me when I have bigger problems. But back to the issue at hand. "Anyways, I wouldn't recommend late night reading by yourself."

Wait did he say no beef? Ugh... Guess that means no bacon cheeseburgers for awhile... Damn, I feel like someone kicked my puppy.

Since there didn't seem to be any currency that I knew of, trading services and information seemed the way to go, and as far as skills went... "If you need any help, I'm a pretty decent chef myself. I mostly specialize in Chinese dishes and know a few dozen seafood recipes."

deviatesfish
December 5th, 2011, 02:28 AM
Ren
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"Well... this day has been tiring," I yawned. I sat down next to my Tusia and leaned on her as she continued to draw, and said, "I'm going to take a nap, wake me if you need me! Or if Froggie arrives."

Before I went to take a nap, I left out some extra dishes without explaining what they were.

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Yun
December 5th, 2011, 03:30 AM
Name: Jon Snow
Appearance: Standing approximately 179 cm high weighing on around 63kg with dark brown hair, lightly tan skin and gray blue eyes. Physically fit, flexible and is of Scandinavian descent.

Personality:
Hardworking and is usually quiet preferring to listen to others talk but is unafraid to add to the discussion if he has something to add or a suggestion to make. Takes life in stride believing that problems or disagreements should be calmly thought through/discussed. Patient and enjoy helping people. Prefers to make his own opinions on people rather than take what other people say for granted.

Mundane special talents:
Language(Fluent in Spanish speaker but , a native speaker of English and understands Portuguese moderately well knows the bare basics of latin).
Gardening(Food Crops(Corn,Tomatoes(various types),Blueberries,Raspberries,Green beans,cucumbers,squash,plums,peppers), Various outdoor Flowers, Orchids)),
Computer related(Programming(Dos,q basic, C++, C, Java, Python,visual basic,I Phone's language,Linux),Networking(LAN,VPNS), Hardware(Computer building, Electronic troubleshooting, circuit design, circuit board building)
Sports(Swimming,Water polo,Gymnastics, Track and Field(800m to 10k) and Cross Country(5k), Soccer),
Basic college level knowledge(History, Chemistry, Physics w/Calculus, English, Biology, Human Anatomy)
Skilled Housekeeper(Basic cleaning and repair of household appliances,surfaces, etc), Cooking(American and lots of dabbling in various other types)
Misc(book binding, sewing, paper making, childcare, Driving(basic license), soap making, knitting)
Fun outdoor recreation(camping, hiking,Cycling, downhill Skiing)
Firearms(fairly wide range of knowledge on firearms with experience limited mainly to handguns.)

Unusual traits/flaws


High level of discomfort/pain tolerance, along with a ability to grit teeth and ignore it for the sake of accomplishing a goal.
Extremely calm and usually panics when it involves family or close friends.
Can read very quickly while retaining a high level of comprehension.
Bookworm.
Has ADD.
Hates being unable to help a grieving person.
Can swim 100m underwater or 125 above water while holding my breath
For some reason is good with children/infants.
Can fall asleep just about anywhere/anytime if I want to and is also a light sleeper.
Very flexible(Routine stretching and muscle workout)
Excellent peripheral vision.
Generally doesn’t despise/hate people.
Dislikes being the center of attention.
One bad eye

Circuits: <Locked>
Alignment: <Locked>

Jon Snow

Where am I?

That is my first thought upon being awakened by a light breeze that is rippling through the grassy hill I am laying on.

Wait where is everybody else?

I Stand up in an attempt to gain a better view of my unfamiliar surrounding while my mind calmly tries to resolve the disconnect it has from its recollection that my current location is radically different from the desk I dossed off at.

Oh right I can just call them but where did I put my cellphone..... it needed to be charged therefore I wouldn't have it when I started working on my homework, Although it appears that my glasses and locket came along for the ride.

I ignore the encroaching feeling of worry for my family by focusing on what I should do next quickly deciding to climb the hill for a better view of my surroundings.

As I walk further up the hill my brain is suddenly rapidly forced to endure an overload of new information which causes it no small amount of pain but I refuse to give up my search and continue my walk forward one blurry step at a time until the next step finally reaches the hilltop. Where I halt my movement and crouched hoping for the pain to subside and after an eternity it did.

Closing my eyes focusing on figuring out what the wall of information I'd received meant.

So I'm in Nasuverse....I dearly hope that nobody else from my family was forced into this world because our universe is almost certainly a kinder one.

I'll be all alone but it's better for me to be alone than for their lives to be in danger. Squelching the rising sense of loneliness, along with the fear that threatens to overcome the reassuring constant that is the my mind's calm state.

Just focus on deciding what I want to achieve using the time and power given to me.

While many of the Lair's new residents left the cavern to explore their new home I remain crouched on that hill ignoring the outside world for the sake of concluding with myself what I should strive to achieve, until it dawned on me there was only one thing I must strive to accomplish.

Yes that goal is to save as many people as possible while preventing the great Fuyuki fire or something worse from occurring no matter what I'll continue moving forward until I reach that goal, Well time to follow my beliefs wherever they lead me.

Week 1 Actions
1)Search the library for books that will give me a sufficient amount of knowledge to open my magic circuits safely.
2)Search the library for a book on Reinforcement magecraft.
3)Search the lab for a machine that can determine a person's alignment or book that instructs how to do so.

Dis Laplace
December 5th, 2011, 04:26 AM
Dis Laplace
Week 1-Last day(7)
=Alf's Experimental Cafe=

I heard the,more or less, owner of the cafe's statement. Good, at least I don't have to worry about currency. Still having problems in that regards.

A thunk a few moments later told me that an object was placed on my table. I turned my head see a cup with some sort of liquid. I might as well drink it before it gets cold or something. I raised the cup to my mouth and took a slight sip.

'Wait a sec, isn't this is-'

Ginger tea, mixed with some lemon and honey. I think I drink something similar with only lemon and honey, but this is okay. Ginger might keep me awake all day though. Ha-ha.

'Still, not a bad change.' I mused as I took another sip. 'I wonder if there are any other sort of teas available here though.'

. . . meh, burn that bridge when I get to it. This tea is still pretty good.

alfheimwanderer
December 5th, 2011, 04:42 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

It was then that more people entered the cafe, including one who recognized me on sight. This meant he was probably someone from #Notes, where I had posted a picture of myself before, though I really couldn't be sure who it was. I steered him to a table and nodded pleasantly.

"Very well, I am available if you require a private conversation, just let me know when. There is a breakroom we could use for that purpose," I noted simply, tilting my head. "Then again, you seem to have me at a disadvantage, good sir. What might your handle be?"

As for the one I'd been speaking to just a moment ago...

"But of course - I certainly understand that with the sudden arrival this week, we're all still a little out of place - and my sympathies for the near death experience!" I exclaimed. I could certainly relate, having had my share of experiences in being shot at, attacked by gang members, falling off waterfalls, getting hit by cars (the Nasu classic!) - the list went on. But then, I'd rarely experienced NDEs from anything magical, so this was interesting. "I take it that books like the Necronomicon and such also exist in this world. And yeah, I'd figured that reading alone might not be the best idea."

I chuckled then, going to grab another glass of hot honey lemon ginger tea, and to ready a heaping bowl of Pho Ga, bringing it back shortly.

"Seafood you say?" I asked as I set the dishes before the customer. "That could be useful, since I personally don't know many recipes of the sort, except for dishes with fish, clams, or jellyfish. I look forward to discussing this further with you - but first, eat up! I'm sure you've had a harrowing day after your encounter."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noted Fishie going to take a nap, and so, after I put away some of the utensils I had been using, I retrieved a blanket from the breakroom and draped it over her slender frame, so that she wouldn't catch a cold.

'She must be exhausted...'

But I had others to attend to, so I took the time to ask what the other napping person (who was now drinking the ginger tea) might need, and processed his order before sitting down to lunch myself, complemented with sides of apple crumb pie, Chinese pears with an interesting cream sauce, and sautéed garlic chives, all apparently made by Fishie.

'This is quite good, really...'

A ding came from the kitchen, and I was reminded that the piece de resistance for lunch was finished: dessert, in the form of dessert crepes and a special 'crepe pizza'. I'd found that French cuisine blended nicely with Vietnamese, after all, since much of modern Vietnamese cooking had been influenced by french tastes when the region was yet Indochina. In this case, a simple golden brown crepe filled with banana, ice-cream, almond glaze and chocolate sauce did wonders for the appetite.

'Not quite the Philosopher's Stone, curing death and vampirism...but it at least revives the appetite. Speaking of such Stones, I do need to find a way to craft one...eventually...'

http://oneskitchen.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dessert_crepe.jpg


For those with more complex tastes, I had prepared another set of crepes with Belgian chocolate, bananas and strawberries, topped with freshly whipped cream and strawberry ice cream, drizzled with chocolate sauce and dusted with powdered sugar.

http://cafecreperi.com/images/food1.jpg

And of course, for those who were true chocoholics and needed nothing but chocolate mousse (well, and a few berries on the side for tart contrast), I had prepared the chocolate dessert crepes.

http://www.blogcdn.com/www.bvonstyle.com/media/2010/12/chocolate-filled-crepes.jpg

"Ladies and gentlemen, dessert is served - on the house!"

Fangstrike
December 5th, 2011, 05:20 AM
Fangstrike
Week 1
Experiential Cafe

Profile
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


Week 1 Goals

1 – Familiarize myself with the layout of the Lair.
2 – Get to know my fellow Beast’s Lair members.
3 – Read up on the basic theory of magecraft and see if I can unlock my magic circuits. If I attempt to unlock my circuits make sure to take safety precautions, such as having a friend watch over me with the EMTs or Golems nearby or on speed-dial.



"I take it that books like the Necronomicon and such also exist in this world. And yeah, I'd figured that reading alone might not be the best idea."

"I don't think it was the Necronomicon. If it was such a great grimoire I'd probably be monster food, and the book was in German. I recognized that much." The Necronomicon was supposedly written in Greek. "More likely it passed through the hands of someone like Hitler."

I graciously accepted the steaming bowl from the cafe owner and barely remembered my manners as I felt my mouth water. I was going to go over to the others, but I couldn't resist just plopping down in the nearest seat and digging into my meal with gusto. By the time I finished, the owner had returned with an amazing buffet of deserts. The quality of the sweets made me wonder if this guy was some sort of patissier. "Wow, those look amazing. Thank you so much."

It was official. This guy is a saint. I must learn his ways. What better way to kill myself than gorging on sweets? "Sorry, I forgot to ask your name. I'm Keith Bishop or better known as Fangstrike on the Beast's Lair forum."

alfheimwanderer
December 5th, 2011, 05:53 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"I see - that much is true," I mused aloud, narrowing my eyes as I thought through the grimoires I'd heard of the arcane in my other life. "Perhaps it was the Munich Manual of Demonic Magic, then? I imagine that might have passed through Hitler's hands, given the man's fondness of the occult - though he also sought the Spear of Destiny."

As a practitioner of Chaos Magick, I might not hold true to the traditions of the established magical "schools" (since it was more a mindset and metabelief system than anything else), but I took the time to study what I could of them so we could pick and choose what worked for me. Rituals, spells, chants - all these things were trappings, window-dressing to get us to a proper state of mind in which I might alter the world (though I did not touch summonings, as doing things like binding spirits did not mesh with the philosophy of Chaos - and invited retribution). Still, I knew the titles of several prominent grimoires related to that forbidden art, with a notable one being the above-named Manual, a fifteenth century Latin manuscript concerned with Demonology and Necromancy - a tome that had been partially translated many times in history, but never in its entirety, with at least one translation in German...

'...I am somehow not surprised that a copy of that tome would be in the library, along with who knows what else. Thank goodness De Vermis Mysteriis is not real...or is it? Given the fact that François Prélati was an adept of Black Magic (and demon summoner) in the Nasuverse, with his infamous Spellbook translated from a Chinese translation of the...R'lyeh Text...oh. Shit. Well, I'm going to have to doubly worry about warding myself from outside interference before I pick up a book at all...'

"In any case, do be careful in the Repository of Knowledge, with the varied tomes it might contain," I said gravely, as I was concerned for the well-being of my comrades (and well, having them possessed or their souls eaten by demonic tomes would probably lead to very bad things). "We do have three years to catalogue and study the books there, but we only have so many of you."

At the comment about the crepes, I smiled brightly.

"Ah, not at all, help yourself. They were just a simple dessert I threw together to go with the meal, and its a true pleasure to be around so many friends," I replied, looking around at everyone there, with my gaze resting just a moment longer on the sleeping form of Fishie than the others. Then I turned back to the one who I was speaking to. "As for my name, I am Mikhail Daud Vishnya, but I think you may know me better by the handle of AlfheimWanderer."

Fangstrike
December 5th, 2011, 11:56 AM
Fangstrike
Week 1

Profile
Name: Keith Bishop

Age: 25

Appearance: Average height. Short black hair and brown eyes. Faint scar over left eyebrow.

Personality: Despite my physical age, I can be quite immature when I’m relaxed or around people I’m comfortable with. Not mentally impaired, just really childish. Fiercely loyal to the people I care about – family and friends. Cynical. Bit of a procrastinator.

Mundane special talents:

Seven years of martial arts experience.

University graduate level intelligence.

Varying knowledge of multiple languages, though English is primary. Semi-fluent in Cantonese. Two years of German. One year of Japanese.

Can cook, specialize in Chinese dishes.

Flaws:

Doesn’t know how to swim.

Overly polite to the point of disliking conflicts.

Can be vengeful.

Tendency to procrastinate on issues that aren’t time-sensitive.


Week 1 Goals

1 – Familiarize myself with the layout of the Lair and get settled in.
2 – Get to know my fellow Beast’s Lair members and make friends.
3 – Read up on the basic theory of magecraft and see if I can unlock my magic circuits. If I attempt to unlock my circuits make sure to take safety precautions, such as having a friend watch over me with the EMTs or Golems nearby or on speed-dial.



"Perhaps it was the Munich Manual of Demonic Magic, then? I imagine that might have passed through Hitler's hands, given the man's fondness of the occult - though he also sought the Spear of Destiny."


"Hm... Maybe a copy... Isn't the original in Latin?" It creeped up on me, how we were talking about obscure grimoires like they were the latest best sellers. I wonder if that's the norm for Nasuverse fans to take an interest in the occult or if we're just fanatics... Meh. Who knows.


"In any case, do be careful in the Repository of Knowledge, with the varied tomes it might contain," I said gravely, as I was concerned for the well-being of my comrades (and well, having them possessed or their souls eaten by demonic tomes would probably lead to very bad things). "We do have three years to catalogue and study the books there, but we only have so many of you."


"I will. Believe me, I've learned my lesson." No more soul-sucking grimoires for me. I will stay firmly on the Light Side of the Force and away from anything that gives me the heebie geebies.


"Ah, not at all, help yourself. They were just a simple dessert I threw together to go with the meal, and its a true pleasure to be around so many friends,"

"Thanks, I will." I felt a little guilty. Here I was eating all the food this guy prepared, and I couldn't offer him anything except for my future services which may or may not work out.


"As for my name, I am Mikhail Daud Vishnya, but I think you may know me better by the handle of AlfheimWanderer."

I was holding a crepe, refraining from eating just yet since it'd be rude, but when I heard his name, I almost dropped my crepe. I had been prepared to reply politely with something generic like 'nice to meet you.' That plan flew out the window when I heard his handle. I felt like I should prostrate myself before my new god. I was standing in the presence of one of the Beast's Lair's heavyweights. He was a fanfic writer, editor, GM, all-around decent guy, etc. My instincts told me to get down on my knees and worship the legend whose works I had followed even before his advent to the Beast's Lair. Thankfully, logic caught up with me and beat my instincts into submission with a stick.

"It's an honor, Sir," I said, speaking with a humble, reverent tone. Should I ask for his autograph?

EnigmaticFellow
December 5th, 2011, 02:09 PM
Christopher Monroe
Week 1


"There you go, good sir - I hope you feel better soon,"

Upon getting my meal and drink from the cafe owner, I quickly started ravaging the food not unlike a ravenous hyena, savoring food which I haven't had in a long while.


"Oh, and if this doesn't bring up any bad memories, did you find anything interesting in the Repository of Knowledge? I've heard rumors about odd...living books and such."

“To tell you what I heard of from the Repository of Knowledge, the one book I read from had a ouroboros which came to life and bit me. It's location changed once I tried to find the book again. Meanwhile, another person who I was with the clinic with suffered from another book-related malady. Upon a book with runes, they activated and robbed him of the ability to communicate with anything other than simple gestures.”

Then, a thought came to me, something that should have came to me the moment I got the info dump. Why didn't I think of it before? Perhaps it was due to trying to process too much information at once which prevented me from noticing this oversight.

“I can't believe I didn't think of it before,” I say with slight frustration. “The library has a golem assigned to it. I could have just used it to do a safety checks on possibly interesting books.”


"Ladies and gentlemen, dessert is served - on the house!"

Upon sight of dessert, my mood did a complete 180º turn. Being a complete chocoholic, I taken some of the chocolate dessert crepes and consumed them even more ravenously than I did my meal.

RacingeR
December 5th, 2011, 02:20 PM
Nikolai Vladimore
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"Hmm..?" I was pretty sure I had introduced myself to Alf before...

No, wait, he went to our group later than the other guys so he didn't hear me announce my nick. And I didn't told my name to anyone, actually, not that it mattered, since for all I cared about those things I could remain Raci for everyone. At least, I keep calling people by their handles. And damn, this lunch is good. I had been surviving of eating whatever I could prepare with my almost inexistent cooking skills and by drinking gigantic amounts of tea, but it had not been very effective. I had lost a lot of weight in one week, unsuprisingly.

After wolfing down my food (I actually only ate half of it despite being hungry before. I've always been a little eater...) I approached Alf. "I am Raci, but for my name... eh, let's go with Nikolai Vladimore. Not my true one, but close enough." I smiled before doing a signal to him about going to the restroom. Once there, I scratched my head before speaking...

"Very well, I didn't want to tell you is in front of others because... well, I am not sure if it is important or not, or if it can be a little disturbing, and I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, but... you knew about my disability before, didn't you? My hearing problem and all that?" I repressed a yawn, still talking very causually. One could say I was very careless, anyway, or that I had adapted very fast to the whole situation, but to tell the truth, I seemed way more calmer and tranquil than most people around despite being pretty... 'scared' in my interior. Well, my face was never very expressive so it was hard for anyone to ever notice it.

"Well, I don't have it anymore, dunno why. This is making me think that whatever transported us there wanted to give us a fighting chance or something like that, that it was manipulating us and our bodies more specifically... or very well it could have been some kind of unpredictable result or error. Well, it could have some disturbing implications... maybe."

Raci, stop sounding so damn insecure.

Optimus
December 5th, 2011, 05:22 PM
Ferdinand T. Huxley
Week 1
Hospital

As a medicine student, it felt like my duty was finding where the hospital was and checking out how well it was equipped before anything else, so first thing I did was taking a look at the map at the war room and head straight there.

... Hmm? A... young man? Do we have these in Beast's Lair?

-"Why, hello there. Seems like you could... use some help? I'm Ferdinand, but you'll know me better as Optimus."

Yun
December 5th, 2011, 08:48 PM
RacingR's Week 1 Results


1) Crack open the War Room's mystery and make it work. Maybe find a way of registering.

Your not sure what button you pressed(none of them were red) or if it was a chain of mistakes done by several people in the War Room but the end result was a rather sudden and hot series of fires springing up throughout the war room, thankfully the designers installed a system for dealing with fires. Regardless of its origin the damage will take time for the golems to completely repair.



War Room is unusable for the next turn.




2) Get acquainted with the BLers, specially the denizens of #notes, since I feel more comfortable around them anyway.

On a more positive note your attempts to get acquainted with your fellow residents went moderately well especially those you interacted more with when posting on BL or associated IRC channels. You discuss plans for the future and after a while you decide to continue your exploring your new home.

1)Explore library for a way of opening circuits.
Having narrowly avoided being crushed by a falling bookshelf you discover like many before you the “Magic Circuit Opener”, however unlike everyone else entering the room your eye catches the outline of a book buried in a pile of dust. A quick glance through it shows that although most of the book is missing it does contain detailed instructions on how to use a device named "Magic Circuit Opener".

2ndsly's Week 1 Results


1. Explore the library, gaining what insight to it I can.

After countless hours spent navigating the library you've learned two things about the library, that it is really good at not looking like a maze and the sadist who designed it loved making his maze's a headache to navigate.


2. Begin browsing the titles and seeing what help I might gain for organizing them.

You quickly realize what you'd gain is a Repository of Knowledge that doesn’t require you spending several hours navigating its corridors and/or running from the various hazards that lurk between the bookshelves or under a pile of books with only to end up with a very thin issue of Playgirl.

That is how one of the many people willing to help you make sure the library is safe and organize it phrased the current situation at the end of the day at the Repository of Knowledge. By the end of the week you've over 50 people working together toward that goal and more volunteer ever day(You rolled a 20).


3. Look into housing, just see to my basic needs for now.

Unfortunately for you the other members of BL were faster at claiming living quarters. So by the time you thought to look for an apartment they were already all claimed. Thankfully there were still a few dorm blocks remaining, all of which were single or double person dorms and after a moment of decision you settle into one of the single person dorms.

Bloble Week 1 Results

1. Get to know everyone and settle any emotional problems within myself.

While exploring your new home you attempt to meet new people but excluding the few people you met shortly after your arrival and those you met in the cafe everybody is too eager to explore their new home.

After many failed attempts to meet your fellow lost souls you conclude that it's futile to meet new people when they're running around like the Energizer bunny. Therefore you decide to spend your time resolving the emotional damage incurred due to your unscheduled arrival by meditating

Unfortunately shortly after starting said meditation a mob of your fellow BL members decided to use their new freedom to turn said meditation area into their party zone. Still you trudged forward but you couldn't settle any of your emotional problems this week.


2. Find a good place to sleep and live temporarily.

Your search for a apartment goes no better but just when you turn around to head over to the lower quality apartments a small unused alley appears in your peripheral vision. You cautiously go down it spotting a apartment which you quickly claim it surprised that someone hasn't claimed this very nice cozy wooden apartment designed to easily house three people. A quick glance through the apartment's owners manual reveal some interesting features.


In addition to all the normal features that a normal apartment of this size it has magecraft that give off a weak suggestion that unwanted visitors go elsewhere that work on normal humans or weak magus. Also possesses a excellent boundary field that will indicate if someone entering the apartment have malicious intentions entering the apartment.



3. See if I can't find any spell books in this place, preferably ones that might teach me how to open any magic circuits I might possible have.

After a long and tedious search through the library having narrowly avoided being crushed by a landslide of books and while you were outrunning a group of people temporally driven mad you reflexively catch a two books. It isn't until you lose your pursuers that you realize it contains detailed instructions on how to open your magic circuits with a warning that goes into great detail on the possible repercussions of opening said circuits. The second is a book with the words DON'T PANIC inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.

Chaos's Week 1 Results


1) Find some friends and establish connections.

A bright new future awaits you filled with new friends and possibilities just around the bend and you set out to find it. Unfortunately in your eagerness to make friends you trip over a rock and into a bench.

Waking up in the infirmary you discover that your ankle is sprained. After checking out of the infirmary your additional attempts to make friends is met with mocking and laughter at your clumsiness, still it's only the first week of your new life so there is plenty of time to make friends.



2) Find a way to open up his magic circuits and start achieving his potential.

After searching high and low, in cupboards and pantries and even venturing into the Repository of Knowledge which some people have started jokingly call it “the Danger Room”. None of that changes the fact that you still haven't found any method for opening your magic circuits or even a book pertaining to anything related to them for that matter.


3) Get a better fix on what's going on from other people.

Your not sure if the tale of your carelessness has spread or maybe people are just to busy exploring their new home but your unable to gain a understanding on what your fellow residents are doing although there is a rumor going around that the library contains a way for opening magic circuits.

alfheimwanderer
December 5th, 2011, 09:20 PM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

My eyebrows rose slightly upon hearing that someone else knew information on that particular grimoire. It wasn't the most commonly known of books, so to find people who were aware of its features was...interesting. I wondered for a moment if the other had studied the arcane at some point, or if this was simply a side effect that came with being a fan of the Nasuverse and trying to figure out all the places from which Nasu had drawn his influence.

"Yes, the original is a Latin text, but even in the world we knew, partial translations had been made - just like Prelati's Spellbook was the end result of a long chain of translation from a text I thought fictional," I replied thoughtfully, wondering just what the creators of this place had put into the library - and why such dangerous tomes were there.

'Perhaps as a way to screen out the wheat from the chaff - anyone who dies or is possessed is obviously unfit to learn the thaumaturgical arts. Brutal, but...efficient. I'll say this about magi, they were very pragmatic when they didn't let tradition blind them.'

"Not at all," I answered, somewhat bemused. "I am simply another person here, like anyone else. It is my honor to have you all here, gathered in this place and enjoying my cooking. I only wish I could do more."

As for the man named Christopher Monroe, who had been sorting books in the Repository of Knowledge...

"I see - yes, that correlates with other accounts I have seen. There are many malicious tomes out there - with some far worse than those that have yet been encountered," I noted gravely, though I perked up at the golem safety check idea. "Ah, and having a golem look over the books sounds useful. That should at least get rid of physical traps, though mental traps are an entirely different matter, given the golem/Dreamer interaction. Don't beat yourself up over not thinking of it though - you were busy!"

Around this time, I was pulled aside for a conversation with Nikolai - the man who went by the handle of RacingeR on Beast's lair.

"Oh? The disability is gone, you say?" I repeated, intrigued at this piece of information. "Then that suggests that when we were torn apart down to our base components and reassembled - as is required for most types of teleportation that don't involve bending space and time - we were rebuilt in transit. And if so, we don't have any way of knowing what else has changed, as our memories could have been altered. That and...it is impossible to be certain that it is only BL members in this Lair, as much as we'd like to think so. Still, no point in panicking, since either way we're stuck here - we may as well make the best of it."

I sighed and shook my head at this.

"So, do you have anything else to share?" I inquired solicitously. "I know that everyone else has been looking for ways to access the war room or open magic circuits - any luck on your part?"

Bloble
December 5th, 2011, 09:22 PM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh....." I sigh, content and full after that delicious meal. How wonderful. Alf really is skilled when it comes to cooking, and I think I quite like Vietnamese.

I lean back against the chair, letting my back rest-

"Huh?" Something hard and blocky interrupts my slow descent. That's wierd, I don't remember having put anything in that backpack I found earlier... it's supposed to be... empty?

No, it's not. In fact, there are two books there. Where did these come from- Oh! I remember now! It was a few days ago when we didn't have that many people helping with the library. I almost got crushed by a bookcase and then I had to run from a bunch of crazy people. As I was running these two books landed in my hands, but I just shoved them in my backpack and kept running. They must've been here all this time...

I look at both of them. One has a faded cover with some just as faded words on it. I can probably read them if I squint, but all my attention's on the second one.

"Guys..."

I look at it, and for a moment doubt my own sanity. Because printed on the front of it, in large friendly letters...

"...you might want to see this."

...are the words: DON'T PANIC.

RacingeR
December 5th, 2011, 09:31 PM
Nikolai Vladimore
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"Well, there are a pair of things more... since the War Room needs to be repaired thanks to a mysterious fire that may or may not have been caused by a button that I may or may not have pushed accidentally, I was thinking that I could put this..." I showed him briefly the book with the detailed instructions on how to open Magic Circuits. "to use tomorrow, and reunite the medical experts and try to use that device in the lab to open my circuits. You know, getting you, Opti, Brynhilde and others..."

And here comes the difficult part. I sighed before going on this: "I was also wondering if you could start training me from next week onwards. I remember that you knew a lot about martial arts and weapon handling, so well, I could help you running the cafe and even the War Room when we manage to make it work and all that." I smiled slightly. It was more probable that my so called 'help' would just cause the poor guy headaches, but eh, whatever.

Blackdeath6031
December 5th, 2011, 09:52 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga
Library w/ zlol


....I haven't got a clue what happened. EF suddenly fainted.

Feeling off with the thought of leaving him behind, I carry him to the infirmary.


Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga
Streetside w/ zlol

"Sorry about that... Now, where shall we eat?"

alfheimwanderer
December 5th, 2011, 10:30 PM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

"...a mysterious fire you say?" I repeated, fighting to keep my face from expressing the annoyance I felt at that piece of news. If a fire had broken out in there, it would likely have rendered the delicate systems of that chamber inoperable for some time. Having worked on delicate electronics and knowing how they could be damaged by unexpected happenings, I imagined that the thaumaturgical equivalents of a computer system wasn't much more durable. "Ah well...at least you are unharmed. Equipment and rooms can be repaired in this living Lair. Alas, we cannot raise the dead..."

'Not without a Philosopher's Stone, which I don't intend to mention, since the odds of us crafting one are so low as to be nearly non-existent.'

The book, on the hand...

"This...this is fascinating," I murmured, finding the diagrams and instructions to be quite well done. If my eyes did not deceive me, this was a tome on how to open Magic Circuits, with exact instructions on their use. "I suppose we could do that - would you mind if I talked to Brynhilde and some of the others then? I do live with her, so that would be the easiest way to go about things. As for training, I suppose I wouldn't mind - before you can work on magecraft, you have to train your body and mind to be ready to accept the stresses of opening Circuits, since it is a channel you're not used to. If you are not aware of your own limits, you may end up destroying yourself. Now then - let us go back into the main part of the cafe and see what else is going on!"

There, I found Bloble chatting with some of the others, with two books out on the table.

"Oh, found something interesting, Darko?

deviatesfish
December 5th, 2011, 10:34 PM
Ren
Week One (Cont.)

I woke up in the Cafe, though most people seem to have left. I couldn't see anyone.

I had a strange nightmare. It left me in sweat.

I could always remember my dreams, since I learned meditation a long time ago. This dream had started out normal, but as normal nightmares, if there were such a thing, went, it became a twisted version of my dreams.

I had a scary dream.
It woke me up.
But I can remember every detail of it; I always remember my dreams.
At the end of the dream, I fell from some where, in the middle of metropolis...

...and into an abyss...



I ended up with a delusion within the dream.
And then I realized I was dreaming within the dream because I was falling to my death.

But I landed sooner than I thought, and my dream within the dream was broken...
except when I opened my eyes in my dream, I saw that my legs were missing...
severed or something, or maybe they broke off...
there was blood everywhere......

No, like they were broken and then pulled off...
then I tried to crawl away, because earlier in the dream, I saw my parents get shot at.




I thought I was supposed to help them, but then a guy came up to me...
...and it was all dark, and I was in the middle of a black alley



I couldn't see anything of him except his outlines
he grabbed my face like someone who cup your cheeks, except roughly, so roughly that he was squeezing and contorting my skull

and then he laughed

I don't know why he laughed





but he did

and then he pulled out a knife.




It was very shiny metal even though there was no light.
It was very clean, like he takes care of the knife all the time.

...and then he carved me up into pieces.

Somewhere in between losing too much blood and losing most of my organs, i lost consciousness and woke up.




I hope I didn't shriek or something when I woke.
I looked for Alf, Bloble... I think everyone went somewhere.Tusia was next to me though, doing a great mimic of Lianru's signature back on the forum. She seems to be having fun sleeping on her drawings. I noticed all the apple crumb pie were eaten. I also noticed a lot of crumbs around Tusia. Ah... how cute.

I pouted.

"Aw, even Froggie isn't here yet..." I sighed. "I guess I'll clean the place up... Ah, wait," I rubbed my eyes. Ah, there they are!



"Oh, found something interesting, Darko?"

"Alf!"

I wonder what they are talking about?

Bloble
December 5th, 2011, 10:36 PM
There, I found Bloble chatting with some of the others, with two books out on the table.

"Oh, found something interesting, Darko?"

"You bet I did." I grin. The odds of something like this happening are almost nonexistent. For it to happens must mean that some of my luck really does exist.

"Tell me, does this look familiar to you?" I hold up the book with DON'T PANIC on the cover. That second book... bah, it's not important. I'll read it later. This is much more exciting! "Because I don't really think there are many books in this world with DON'T PANIC inscribed in large, friendly letters on the cover."

deviatesfish
December 5th, 2011, 11:02 PM
Ren
Week One (Cont.)

I'm going to sneak~!

I'm going to sneak behind them now~!

I'm going to have myself a good time!

I sneaked behind Alf and placed my hands over his eyes, "Guess who?"

zlol365
December 5th, 2011, 11:31 PM
Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga
Library w/ zlol


....I haven't got a clue what happened. EF suddenly fainted.

Feeling off with the thought of leaving him behind, I carry him to the infirmary.


Week 1
Suigetsu Ryuuga
Streetside w/ zlol

"Sorry about that... Now, where shall we eat?"

koshiro Yamada
Week 1
Streetside

"BD, let us gooooo~~!!! I heard there's a cafe!"

He then pointed in the direction of the cafe and said, "Let us goooooo~~!!!!!"

Experiential cafe

Knocking on the door of the cafe a few times, he then entered in and shouted in a cheery manner, "Misssssu~! What's what with the party and food!?"

He then oblivious took a seat among the large gathering and said, "Man.... its so confusing, that library! I found nothing! Nothing on magic!!! How i wanted to accomplish something cool~~~~!!!!"

He paused for the moment and then..

"Sorry. I interrupted something serious now... did i?"

Chaos Greyblood
December 6th, 2011, 12:02 AM
Chaos Greyblood (Alias)
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"Wow, more people are coming to this place! It's more popular than I thought!"

And indeed, there is no shortage of customers at this time. Chaos began to consider knowing more of these people as much as possible and find out what else has been going on this time.

"I'm Chaos Greyblood, it's nice to meet you." He spoke to the newcomer. "I guess many people like to flock all the way here because the food is very good. Do any of you got any plans for the time being? Maybe go and explore or maybe you want to read at the library?"

alfheimwanderer
December 6th, 2011, 12:12 AM
Mikhail Daud Vishnya
Week 1 - Last Day
Experiential Cafe

Upon seeing the words DON'T PANIC on the cover of the book Darko held up, I couldn't help but laugh. After such a long week of grappling with fears and insecurities (both mine and those of others), organizing groups for information sharing, dealing with stress and such, seeing a copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was just the relief I needed. Really, the story of someone saved from destruction, forced to "gallivant" among aliens worlds was...fitting for the moment. Ironic really...

"Yes, yes it does indeed, Darko," I answered with a wry grin. "I take it you recognize it as well? And what's the second book you have there? Must have been important for you to take it with you."

Before I could say anything further - and before others could respond - someone apparently snuck up behind me and covered my eyes with soft, warm hands, asking me to guess who it was.

'Slender, delicate fingers - and well, given who has shown a preference for hugging me from behind so far...'

"Why I have no idea," I said with a hint of mischief, bringing my fingers up to trace the lines of those covering my eyes. "I don't suppose I'd be lucky enough for it to be the lovely Ren?"

I lifted the hands from eyes and spun about slowly, my smile growing wider when I saw it was indeed her.

"Ah, but I am, it seems - how rare," I murmured, eyes twinkling with delight. "Thank you for the food earlier, and I hope you had a decent nap? There are still some crepes if you'd like some - help yourself."

I would have said more, but someone burst into the cafe - someone whose voice I remembered all too well as having yelled COOOOOOOOOL that first day.

'Well, that kind of ruins the mood...'

Still, it was a customer, so I glanced over coolly.

"Yes, may I help you?"

Bloble
December 6th, 2011, 12:20 AM
Darko Alexandrov
Week 1
Alf's Cafe

"I'm as shocked as you are." I look once more at the book. How nice it is to finally see something familiar in this place. "Y'know..." I muse over an idea that I suddenly thought of.

"I don't really need this. But you've had a busy week, and I saw how relieved you seemed when you saw this book. So why don't you take it? Consider it payment for tracking dust all over your place." Besides, he could probably appreciate it more than I could.

However, that second book...

I absently flip open the cover, and read skim the front page. Nothing special... just some complex formulas, and talk about opening Magic Circuits...

Wait. Magic Circuits?

My eyes widen as I skim the rest of the book. As I flip the pages the same phrases keep standing out.

Open

Magic Circuits

Instructions

I've hit a goldmine. This book is worth almost as much as the other one is!

"And guess what? This book is even better!" I'm ecstatic. There's no way this could be a coincidence! It's as if the gods themselves are watching over me if I got this lucky!

"Anybody want to open their magic circuits?" I ask the room. "Because if you do, I've got just what you need!"