Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 (edited) 4 minutes ago, Wonko the Sane said: @Burnt Spaghetti @Doc12 I for SURE don't have the energy or time to write RP right now, but if you feel like continuing, the post I WOULD write would be Zymni appearing to Cinder and demanding she play her flute. Then, as soon as Zymni can confirm that it isn't the sound of Ap's Ocarina, she rudely interrupts, complaining that Cinder isn't the one, and demands that Thistle take her out searching again. I am currently working on a scene involving Ap and your characters, which I can modify if they post, but I could probably cover it tbh @Wonko the Sane what exactly would Zymni want from Ap when she finds her? Is it immediately pressing? Edited March 2 by Amanuensis
Myst He/Him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 7 minutes ago, Amanuensis said: I am currently working on a scene involving Ap and your characters, which I can modify if they post, but I could probably cover it tbh @Wonko the Sane what exactly would Zymni want from Ap when she finds her? Is it immediately pressing? Sorry for my lack of actual RP, btw, it’s not my strong suit, so I just try and get the bare minimum. I will try to make it form something vaguely coherent, but I can’t promise that
Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 Hey guys I’d like to apologize first for my inactivity. When I signed up, I was expecting to float around, chime in here and there but not do much, but I haven’t really even done that I’ve asked Aman for a pinch hitter, cause honestly, you guys deserve better As for Masks can someone please give me a suggestion cause I have less than an hour left and I genuinely have no idea what to do
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 Bremen Mask is always handy to have (or make sure the Elim's don't have).
Myst He/Him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 1 minute ago, Hoid Slayer said: Hey guys I’d like to apologize first for my inactivity. When I signed up, I was expecting to float around, chime in here and there but not do much, but I haven’t really even done that I’ve asked Aman for a pinch hitter, cause honestly, you guys deserve better As for Masks can someone please give me a suggestion cause I have less than an hour left and I genuinely have no idea what to do If you can, go for Scent or Romani(if you’re village, otherwise don’t get any mask at all) And I will say, we’ve had quite a few pinch hitters now
Haelbarde he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 57 minutes ago, Amanuensis said: So far I think only Link the Goron has alerted the Clock Wards of the explosions? He certainly mentioned them although I was imagining they more just assumed him to be drunk/crazy or perhaps was threatening to create said explosions so detained him awhile for further interrogation. Wasn't really sure to go from there
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 4 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Sorry for my lack of actual RP, btw, it’s not my strong suit, so I just try and get the bare minimum. I will try to make it form something vaguely coherent, but I can’t promise that You're good Kieran. I appreciate every post, strong suit or otherwise o7 Just now, Haelbarde said: He certainly mentioned them although I was imagining they more just assumed him to be drunk/crazy or perhaps was threatening to create said explosions so detained him awhile for further interrogation. Wasn't really sure to go from there I got you covered, don't worry 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 2 Posted March 2 1 hour ago, Amanuensis said: I am off work already and about to start working on the write up. Just over one and a half hours remain to vote, bid for Masks, and RP (which I'd appreciate, as I'm going to really try to incorporate y'all more :P) So far I think only Link the Goron has alerted the Clock Wards of the explosions? Seems Amora is on the way to see Commander Vicsen, and Zymni + Thistle + Cindra are looking for Ap. Ap is looking for Squircle, whom went to the Happy Mask Salesman earlier than the first Loop and became a different person. I imagine Heroshi is having an existential crisis rn, although one unrelated to the world almost ending and him dying violently to Odolwa. Sorry if I forgot some RP, it's been a pretty discussion heavy day Yep, Amora’s on her way to warn Vicsen and try to get the evacuation going. If you’re willing to include that in the write-up instead of me rping it would be great since I do not have the time rn to write out a whole good rp post
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 Coliver and crew are just getting out of the city, Coliver's not in right enough mind to think of warning the guard. As for AraMarton... well, he's a bit busy.
Haelbarde he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 1 hour ago, Divergent said: I disagree with this because I've been trying to solve the whole time? Elims can just as easily come up with possible reads and solutions to the game, but can conveniently concentrate on the safe worlds, where they only lightly sus fellow elims if they want to, but otherwise point out funny things about players they know are village, particularly when there's not enough info floating around or discussion hasn't happened to focus on other elims. 1 hour ago, Divergent said: there wasn't even an exe on D1? Why didn't it matter anymore on D3? I wasn't engaged enough D1 to realise there wasn't going to be a D1 execution and that that was why the cycle was ending soon. Well more I had believed it didn't matter. I had figured elims wouldn't want confirmed villagers and would aim to get to the Loop 4 Day 4 where they have the advantage. I would have WGG N2 to lock in the village win but try and minimise the odds of the killed Elim found in the dead pool. I said as much D3 when Ash died N2.
Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 21 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: If you can, go for Scent or Romani(if you’re village, otherwise don’t get any mask at all) And I will say, we’ve had quite a few pinch hitters now K I’mma check the masks rq and make a decision for my successor Who else has been swapped out?
Archer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 Despite what Aman wants, now it's not the time for RP Sheep time Burnt Divergent
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 I spy with my little eye a @Burnt Spaghetti and @Araris Valerian watching the show Unless the Recently Browsing is lying to me again
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 (edited) (5) Divergent: Araris, Haelbarde, TUM, coco, Archer, (3) Burnt: Divergent, Doc, Wonko, (2) Mistfallen: Warheit, Stick, (2) TJ: Burnt, Ashbringer, (1) Stick: Mistfallen, Edited March 2 by Amanuensis
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 Just now, Amanuensis said: (4) Divergent: Araris, Haelbarde, TUM, coco, Archer, (3) Burnt: Divergent, Doc, Wonko, (2) Mistfallen: Warheit, Stick, (2) TJ: Burnt, Ashbringer, (1) Stick: Mistfallen, 4 or 5?
Archer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 2 minutes ago, Ashbringer said: I spy with my little eye a @Burnt Spaghetti and @Araris Valerian watching the show Unless the Recently Browsing is lying to me again Can I talk you into an Araris, Burnt team?
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 2 Posted March 2 Just now, Ashbringer said: I spy with my little eye a @Burnt Spaghetti and @Araris Valerian watching the show Unless the Recently Browsing is lying to me again Im bemused by today's events ngl so many minds being swapped the whole cycle
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 3 minutes ago, Ashbringer said: 4 or 5? No idea what you mean 1
Ashbringer he/him Posted March 2 Posted March 2 1 minute ago, Archer said: Can I talk you into an Araris, Burnt team? Archer, you could probably talk me into an Elim team that had me in it Hmm. Do I actually not trust Burnt? I don't particularly trust Burnt or Dive, but Dive feels better to me. TJ Burnt. Pretty sure that doesn't actually change the outcome, but no one seems to want to go for TJ. I'll look at that next turn. 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 D1-B is now over. Stand by for N1-B, shouldn't take tooooo long. 2
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 (edited) LG110, Night 1-B: Divergent Timeline Night 1-B will end on Monday, March 2nd @ 10:00 PM EST. Commander Vicsen Spoiler The Clock Ward Academy smelled of sawdust and sweat. Through the open doors, the sound of drills carried into the street — the rhythmic crack of practice swords on dummies, Danna calling counts on the left floor, Reddick running footwork patterns with the newer recruits on the right. Commander Vicsen stood at the center of it all with his arms folded, watching and saying nothing. He only spoke when something needed correcting. So far, nothing did. He noticed the woman in the doorway the same moment she noticed him. Civilian, no Ward colors, the particular look of someone who had come with a purpose and was now deciding how to approach it. He waited. She crossed the floor. "Commander Vicsen." "The doors are open," he said, which was the short version of his standard answer to civilians who apologized for interrupting. "What do you need?" Her name was Amora. She said it plainly and then told him everything else just as plainly, which he appreciated. The attack on the Carnival. The Skull Kid above the stage. The explosions by ward, in order, as she remembered them — she was precise about the North Ward, less certain about the West. The Moon. She had been in Woodfall during the aftermath, she said, and she had seen the Dreamers there. Robed figures, Link masks fused to their faces, a brand on every wrist like nested Z's. She suspected, though she couldn't confirm, that they were behind the bombs. He listened without interrupting. When she finished, there was a pause. Not because he doubted her — he had a sense for people who were wasting his time, and she was not one of them. He was running the numbers. North Ward hit hardest. The Bombers' old headquarters sat in the North Ward, under the playground, sealed since Bremor's crackdown. He had filed two reports in the past year about sounds in the underground tunnels. Neither had gone anywhere. "You're sure about the North Ward," he said. "More sure than anything else." He looked up at the floor. "Danna." She was already halfway across the room. Amora said something then that he hadn't expected. She told him what she'd seen him do — the gates, the crowds, the night of the evacuation, the whistle cutting through the plaza. She was not flattering him. She was reporting it the same way she'd reported the rest, as something that had happened and mattered. Her voice had the quality of someone describing something they'd needed to remember. He had thought, occasionally, about what that night had cost. He had not thought much about what it had done. He stood with that for a moment. "Thank you," he said. He meant it without ceremony. He turned to the floor. Every head was already up, drills stopped, waiting. "North Ward," he said. "Full sweep. We're looking for ordinance — underground access points, the Bombers' old tunnels, anything that shouldn't be there. Pairs, standard pattern." He picked up his own sword belt from the rack by the door. "Move." They moved. He looked at Amora. "I'd use another set of eyes. You willing?" She shook her head. "I need to find my friends. They'll be looking for me." He nodded once. "Then go. And if you find someone else who remembers—" He buckled the belt. "Send them to the North Ward." She left. He followed his soldiers into the street. Ap the Apprentice Spoiler She started at the Stock Pot. She didn't know why, exactly — only that the hotel was the kind of place travelers ended up, and Squircle had been a traveler, road-worn and scratched-leather, the sort of person who showed up in other people's crises and made himself useful without explaining where he'd come from. She described him to the woman at the counter. Shaggy clothes, brown, gloves. The woman shrugged. A lot of people came through during the Carnival. She tried the plaza next, then East Street, then the bench by the Laundry Pool where she'd once seen him sitting while the city was falling apart. Nothing. The Carnival crowds were thick and cheerful and entirely unhelpful. A man in a paper crown bumped into her and apologized. She stared at him for a moment too long. She knew, somewhere under the hope, that she wouldn't find him. The Song of Time moved people like pieces on a board — back to where they'd been, back to what they'd been doing. Squircle had been passing through. Wherever the reset had returned him to, it wasn't Clock Town. She stood in the middle of the plaza for a moment and looked at the Clock Tower and at the Carnival Stage being assembled across from it, the workers hammering and laughing, and thought about the last time she'd stood here watching the stage and how that night had gone. She went to find the Post Office. Her grandfather had mentioned it once, in passing — the postman's been gone for years, letters piling up, someone ought to do something. She had no specific reason to go there. She went anyway, because she had run out of other ideas and moving felt better than standing still. The handwritten sign was still there. POSTMAN ON VACATION, its corners soft with age. Through the gap in the curtain, the pile of letters on the other side of the slot rose to the windowsill. Three people were reading the sign when she arrived. She recognized one of them. The florist — Thistle — had tried to speak with her on the road to Woodfall, the first one to approach the strange walking Deku and attempt a conversation. Ap had spent that entire exchange trying to communicate through a body that wouldn't cooperate, watching the careful attention on the woman's face and producing nothing useful in return. She remembered the kindness of it. She remembered being grateful for it. She didn't stop to think. She crossed the street and said, "You were on the road. To Woodfall. You tried to talk to me." All three turned. Thistle looked at her — the green cap, the wooden sword at her hip — with the particular expression of someone reaching for something just out of range. "I remember a Deku Scrub," Thistle said slowly. "That was me." The third one — a young woman Ap didn't recognize, with an odd posture and hidden underneath layers of clothing — was already nodding. "Ah. Someone else remembers. Good.” The second woman, Cindra, frowned. "I had a dream. Something about a temple." Thistle pressed her fingers to her forehead. "I remember the road. Leaving Clock Town. After that it's—" She paused. "Like trying to hold water." Zymni — the one who Ap didn’t recognize — looked at Ap. "Some remember clearer than others. I wonder why,” she remarked, not quite sounding like a question. Ap had heard of this. Her grandfather had mentioned it once, in the context of why certain accounts of the first three days were unreliable — time didn't treat all memories equally when it went back. Very few people woke up with everything intact. Others kept only the feeling that something had happened, the shape without the content. Most simply didn’t notice. Proximity to the Hero of Time likely had a lot to do with it, especially whenever he played the Song of Time. "I can fill you in on what you're missing," Ap said. "But not here." She looked at the plaza, the Clock Tower, the Carnival stage. The moon was visible already, pale against the afternoon sky. "My grandfather should have already warned the Clock Wards, but we should go to the Academy just in case." "We just came from the Academy," Cindra said. "It was empty." Ap breathed a sigh of relief. Grandpa would have found the Commander and gotten to safety. But why, then, was everyone still roaming the city like it was safe? Zymni looked at the sun — low now, the light going gold and long across the cobblestones — and stepped slightly further into the shade of the building. "We've been going back and forth for hours. We don’t have much time. If Amora remembered, she might have already left the town. We should probably do the same.” Ap looked at the Post Office, then at the plaza, then at the stage. The workers were finishing up. The Play would be starting after sunset. "The news must be traveling slow," she said. "We should warn the guards and actors in the plaza first, then we can go.” Without another word, Ap started walking, and after a moment, the other three followed. Commander Vicsen Spoiler They found the first cache by accident. Reddick had been checking the structural supports beneath the Deku Scrub Playground — standard sweep, the kind Vicsen ran whenever he had cause to take the tunnels seriously — and pulled back a false panel that looked like foundation stone and was not. The ordinance behind it was packed tightly and deliberately, the kind of work that took time and knowledge and access. Not the BSSJ's style. He had read every report on the Bombers going back twelve years and they were reckless and ideological and occasionally dangerous, but they were not this. This was someone who knew exactly how to inflict real damage and had been doing it quietly for a long time. "Don't touch anything," he said. "Get everyone out." The evacuation of the North Ward took forty minutes. He sent word through the patrol chain rather than the alarm bells — person to person, Ward to Ward — and it held together well enough. Three hundred civilians through the North Gate, confused and irritated and safe. He sent Danna to coordinate the West Ward sweep while Reddick finished the tunnels. The tunnels were thorough. Every access point sealed behind a false wall or a section of floor that sat a fraction too flat, the kind of detail you only noticed if you were looking for it. The charges themselves were placed with precision — not to destroy the tunnels, but to bring down everything above them. Whoever had done this had understood the city's weight distribution. They had worked from plans, or from someone with intimate knowledge of the underground. He stood at the North Gate and looked back at Clock Town and thought about the Lottery Museum and Sakon's Trading Emporium and how many rupees passed through that building every week and how many questions he'd filed reports about that had gone quietly nowhere. Then he thought about the Mayor's Manor. He hadn't heard from the senior Wards assigned there all day. He told Danna to hold the perimeter and walked back in. The Manor's front gate had two guards. He thought he knew both of them by their postures, but couldn’t be sure. Neither of them moved when he approached. "Commander Vicsen. The Mayor's orders are that no one enters." "Stand aside," he said. "We have our instructions, sir." He studied them. Their posture was correct. Their kit was correct. Everything was correct in the way that things are correct when someone has been very careful about how they appear. He thought about what Amora had described — robed figures, Link masks fused to their faces, a brand like nested Z's — and about the false walls in the tunnels, and about the kind of patience that built something like this without anyone noticing. He hit the first one before the second finished reaching for his sword. The fight was short. When it was over, he crouched and pushed back the nearest sleeve. The brand was there. He pulled the helm off. The Link mask looked up at him, flush with the skin beneath it, the painted expression unchanged. Wearing a mask and helm at once sounded like a nightmare. Not to mention a mask without mouth holes… how did they even talk or breathe? He stood, stepped over them, and went through the front door in a sprint. The entry hall was dark. Somewhere deeper in the building, there were voices. Whispering? Chanting? "Mayor Bremor!" he called out, his voice echoing into the dark. No answer came but silence. The Commander kept moving. Ap the Apprentice Spoiler A Ward was stationed at the plaza's south edge, watching the Carnival stage with the glazed patience of someone three hours into a quiet shift. He was young. Ap planted herself in front of him. "I need to be taken to Commander Vicsen immediately." He looked at her. Green cap, wooden sword, the general size and demeanor of a twelve-year-old. "The Commander is—" "There are explosives in the North Ward tunnels," she said. "The Dreamers planted them. The Skull Kid is back. The Mayor may be in danger." She held his gaze. "I know how that sounds. Please take me to Commander Vicsen. He’ll believe me." Something in her voice, or her eyes, or the specific quality of certainty she'd earned by watching an entire city die once before, landed. He straightened. "Follow me." He took them east, through the Carnival crowd, and Ap kept pace and didn't look at the stage being lit for the evening performance. She already knew how that ended. The Ward stopped short at the Manor gate. Both guards were on the ground. Not dead — breathing, chests moving — but down and still, their helms sitting wrong, one of them with an arm bent at a bad angle. The Ward crouched over the nearest one, checking his pulse, then looked at the open front door. "Stay here," he said, and ran inside. The four of them stood at the gate. The sun was finishing its work on the horizon, the last light going red and flat across the rooftops. Zymni stepped out of the shade of the wall and straightened, rolling her shoulders like someone setting down a weight she'd been carrying all day. "About time," she said, then immediately regretted it. “I hope they evacuated the plaza. If I recall correctly, we have an hour at most before the world bursts into flames.” Cindra looked at the open door. Thistle looked at the guards on the ground. Ap looked at the manor and thought about going in. Grandpa didn’t say many good things about the Mayor, but he needed to know if he didn’t already, otherwise innocent people were going to die. She took one step forward. Then the manor exploded, bursting into flames.. The sound was everything at once — pressure and heat and the specific wrongness of something structural becoming something else very quickly. The gate blew outward. The ground hit her before she decided to fall. She was aware, briefly, of Thistle somewhere to her left and the sky tilting and the afterimage of fire printed behind her eyes, and then the cobblestones, and then nothing. Above the city, scattered across every ward, the rest of the charges followed. The Carnival had not yet begun, and yet, it was already over. Darkness. Commander Vicsen Spoiler He came to on stone. Cold, damp, the particular darkness of a room with no windows and one door with no light under it. He took stock: head, ribs, right shoulder. Everything present, some of it objecting. He sat up. A Goron was sitting against the opposite wall, watching him with the resigned patience of someone who had been awake and alone for a while and was glad to have company even under the circumstances. "You're the Commander, goro," the Goron said. Not a question. "Vicsen." He looked at the door, the walls, the ceiling. Stone throughout, old mortar, no give. "How long have you been down here?" "Few hours. They threw me in after the gate guards took exception to me knowing about things I shouldn't know, goro." He shifted his weight. "After they locked the door, the robed ones — the Dreamers — came through that." He pointed to a passage in the far wall, barely visible in the dark. "When it’s open, it reeks of sewage, goro. They were carrying something big out before they came back with you." Vicsen looked at the passage, then at the cell door. Then at the bars, where his eyes adjusted to something he hadn't noticed on waking. The charges were small and neatly placed, one on each bar. They sat there without ceremony, waiting. "They grabbed the explosives from the tunnels," the Goron said. "Put them here before leaving, goro." He paused. "I've been trying not to think too hard about it. I tried getting out, but those bars must be magic." Vicsen looked at him. The Goron looked back. Then the charges made a sound — small, mechanical, a series of clicks that moved through each one in sequence like a thought completing itself. The ticking started. Vicsen stood. "First Night," the Goron said suddenly. He was staring at Vicsen with an expression that was hard to read in the dark. "The evacuation. You were the one that spearheaded the evacuation. You saved — you saved a lot of people, goro." "If you remember, then that must mean you helped too" Vicsen said.. "A woman named Amora mentioned two brave Goron at Woodfall Temple." Neither of them said anything for a moment. The ticking was steady and unhurried and getting louder, the way things get louder when you can't stop listening for them. They looked at the bars. They looked at each other, then moved at the same time. At once, the flash of light and heat and pain had become anything and everything. Then it had become nothing at all. RP Quest: The East, West, and South Gates are the most dangerous! Flee North! (5) Divergent: Araris, Haelbarde, TUM, coco, Archer, (4) Burnt: Divergent, Doc, Wonko, Ashbringer, (2) Mistfallen: Warheit, Stick, (1) TJ: Burnt, (1) Stick: Mistfallen, @Divergent / Gor Elam was unable to evacuate and caught in an explosion, removing him from the loop. The Postman's Hat is now donned and Night PMs may be sent to be delivered next Day. The Happy Mask Salesman Quote No Blue Masks Remain in Stock! Name $ Description Uses Bremen Mask 5 While donned, summon a flock of cuccos to cancel the vote of 1 player (Day Action) or block the action of 1 player (Night Action). 2x Bunny Hood* 5 Passively multiples the number of Rupees earned by 1.5x. ~ Don Gero Mask 5 While donned, if you are targeted by any player, this Mask will alert you of all their identities (Night Action). 2x Postman’s Hat* 5 Passively enables Postman’s Service and earns +1 Rupee for each unique player that is delivered a message. ~ Blast Mask** 20 While donned, if you are targeted by any action, kill you and every player that targets you. **1x Per Game Captain’s Hat* 20 Passively allows you access to the current Loop’s Dead Doc. ~ Mask of Scents 20 While donned, discover a player’s target (Night Action). 2x Romani Mask 20 While donned, if you are killed by any means, drink an ice cold glass of Romani milk to delay your death by 1 turn (Day/Night Passive). ~ Circus Leader Mask 50 While donned, summon the Circus to steal a random Mask from the target player (Night Action). 1x Gibdo Mask 50 While donned, if you are killed by any means, become a zombie that can only post during the Nights. Gibdos can vote at Night to count on the next day. Gibdos do not count for Boss Mask parity at Loop’s end. ~ Keaton Mask 50 While donned, redirect either a vote (Day Action) or action (Night Action) of a player to another target. 2x Stone Mask 50 While donned, become an untargetable object. No actions can affect you, including votes. Once put on it cannot be removed. ~ Great Fairy Mask 100 While donned, resurrect a single player (Night Action). 1x Mask of Truth 100 While donned, discover a player’s alignment (Night Action). 1x Fierce Deity Mask** 200 When donned, your team wins the current Loop (or Game if Final Day). **1x Per Game Player List 0 Amanuensis Happy Mask Apprentice, AKA 'Ap' 1 @The Unknown Order Heroshi 2 @Araris Valerian Arenta 3 @Wahrheitswächter Wahi 4 @Ashbringer Coliver 5 @coco.pudding Amora 6 @|TJ| Cosmetica 7 @Stick. meeee 8 @Haelbarde Link the Goron 9 @Wonko the Sane Zymni 10 @Doc12 Thistle 11 @Burnt Spaghetti Cindra 12 @DrakeMarshall Squircle 13 @Mistfallen Soldier Kieran 14 @Divergent Gor Elam the Goron 15 @Archer Ouae the Zora 16 @Hoid Slayer Avery Edited March 2 by Amanuensis 4
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 2 Author Posted March 2 (edited) That should be every one now. Let me know if you didn't get a PM. Edited March 2 by Amanuensis 1
coco.pudding she/they Posted March 2 Posted March 2 13 minutes ago, Archer said: ASHBRINGER WHY What did they do?
Recommended Posts