The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 14 minutes ago, Archer said: Hide contents If I had a nickel for every player that doesn't seem to realize we did exe the outed elim, I'd have like three nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's still enough to annoy me Not actually annoyed, but that EoD was a scary read 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 7 minutes ago, The Unknown Medallion said: If I had a nickel for every player that doesn't seem to realize we did exe the outed elim, I'd have like three nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's still enough to annoy me Not actually annoyed, but that EoD was a scary read I still think we should’ve Exed Hael. I think we won either way, but Hael would’ve drastically limited the available Elim Teams
Araris Valerian he/him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 22 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: I still think we should’ve Exed Hael. I think we won either way, but Hael would’ve drastically limited the available Elim Teams If we won either way, then how are we learning less from exeing Stick?
The Unknown Medallion he/him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 22 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: I still think we should’ve Exed Hael. I think we won either way, but Hael would’ve drastically limited the available Elim Teams Stick eliminated twice as many teams as Hael, and the only teams that Stick didn't eliminate require the elims to make a nonsensical kill
Myst He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 24 minutes ago, Araris Valerian said: If we won either way, then how are we learning less from exeing Stick? Well, we know there was a Elim in Hael/Drake/Stick, and an Elim in Hael/Doc. Exing Stick solves one, Hael solves two. But that’s not really relevant cause we exed Stick. So it doesn’t matter right now 24 minutes ago, The Unknown Medallion said: Stick eliminated twice as many teams as Hael, and the only teams that Stick didn't eliminate require the elims to make a nonsensical kill Honestly I just wanted to exe Hael, and I’m tunneling right now. So I’m gonna take a break and hopefully come back in an hour or two and be able to figure out what I think is happening
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 (edited) Now they had apparently been swallowed by a Gianourmos Piranha, this was getting more wierd than Wahi could handle. He let himself Fall against one of the walls and just sat down, multiple gashes all over his body and another broken shoulder. The Zoras that the Ghost Pirates had captured were here. He hoped that the Ruins in the stomach of a Giant Piranha were the right Place to find the third mask. He had however no idea how he should endure a fourth loop. Edited March 17 by Wahrheitswächter 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 Kieran pulled himself upwards. The fight had stretched him to his limits, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do anymore. Despite that, he still needed to stand. To get up. Because they still needed that mask. Getting swallowed by a fish wasn’t the best place to be, but they could be dead right now, so Kieran supposed it wasn’t the worst situation they could be in. Looking at the many streaks of blood throughout his figure, some bleeding rather rapidly, Kieran summoned his strength. He started cutting off lengths of algae from the walls, planning to use them to bind his wounds. He called out to Thistle “Hey, do you know if this algae will work to stop blood? Or is it deadly or something…” Kieran knew Thistle was having the rough of it. After seeing Amora as a ghost, but it was always best to have something to do, something to distract yourself with. @Doc12 1
Doc12 Posted March 17 Posted March 17 8 hours ago, Archer said: Reveal hidden contents Extremely impressed you made doof into Thistle and recreated Lili and Zymni 4 hours ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Kieran pulled himself upwards. The fight had stretched him to his limits, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do anymore. Despite that, he still needed to stand. To get up. Because they still needed that mask. Getting swallowed by a fish wasn’t the best place to be, but they could be dead right now, so Kieran supposed it wasn’t the worst situation they could be in. Looking at the many streaks of blood throughout his figure, some bleeding rather rapidly, Kieran summoned his strength. He started cutting off lengths of algae from the walls, planning to use them to bind his wounds. He called out to Thistle “Hey, do you know if this algae will work to stop blood? Or is it deadly or something…” Kieran knew Thistle was having the rough of it. After seeing Amora as a ghost, but it was always best to have something to do, something to distract yourself with. @Doc12 Thistle's voice came in a flat monotone. "Don't do that. It's wet and it's salty from seawater. Try drying it over a fire first." Sighing, they stood. They walked to Kieran, pulling out yarrow and bandages from their satchel, binding his wounds silently. Turned to Wahi, gave them something to numb the pain, splinted his arm. Checked Heroshi and Link for injuries. They were Gorons. They were fine. Lastly, Ap. She didn't seem injured. Just shaken. Thistle understood. Thistle was powerless to help, they were feeling the exact same thing. They sat beside Ap, completely silent, and just stared at the rippling, fleshy walls. 3
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 17 Posted March 17 When the pirates had attacked, Cindra had found herself increasingly grateful for the mask that was now stuck to her face. The pirates had also not noticed her, enabling her to move to safety relatively undetected. It was a lot easier to dodge attacks when you weren't being aimed at. But now as she found herself inside the belly of a beast, she found herself longing to be able to comfort her friends around her. But without a song or a cure all potion, this Mask wasn't coming off. She lingered by Ap and Thistle, unsure what to do. She wasnt even sure they knew she was still alive and with them. She looked through her pack for a moment. She pulled out one of the spare blankets shed shoved in there when first packing, and folded it up neatly. She placed this next to where they sat, with one of the few remaining snacks on top and moved back. Maybe they would see that? She wasnt sure if the masks abilities extended to her belongings. 1
|TJ| he/him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 Cosmetica found the concept of earning rupees by talking to be ridiculous. He was not a quiet person, not at all. If you had seen him in argument when pursuing Minions of Mischief, you would have thought he does not shut up. But in truth, outside all that, you would find that he was a man of very few words. There was nothing interesting about small talk to him. It had suited him just fine, as he did not really care about his wealth till now. He'd get by only with his wit. His wit hadn't served him well recently. What could you do when you could not trust your own mind? Perhaps it was time to depend on material items. And for that, he needed rupees. So there he was, amongst people, preparing himself for... small talk... 2
Archer he/him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 (edited) 2 hours ago, |TJ| said: His wit hadn't served him well recently. that's what King Elhokar said I also need RP money. Floating in the ether, Ouae softly hummed the song she'd heard playing on an ocarina. "Infused with lemon, not lime. An aromatic that rhymes In this limerick I sing. If crushed, here's the thing, It's clobberin' thyme." Edited March 17 by Archer 2
Myst He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 Rp Money is nice 6 hours ago, Doc12 said: Extremely impressed you made doof into Thistle and recreated Lili and Zymni Thistle's voice came in a flat monotone. "Don't do that. It's wet and it's salty from seawater. Try drying it over a fire first." Sighing, they stood. They walked to Kieran, pulling out yarrow and bandages from their satchel, binding his wounds silently. Turned to Wahi, gave them something to numb the pain, splinted his arm. Checked Heroshi and Link for injuries. They were Gorons. They were fine. Lastly, Ap. She didn't seem injured. Just shaken. Thistle understood. Thistle was powerless to help, they were feeling the exact same thing. They sat beside Ap, completely silent, and just stared at the rippling, fleshy walls. Kieran winced inside at Thistles voice. Thistle was hurting more than he’d thought they would. Seeing Amora like that… who knew what would happen next time, but maybe she’d be better Though… none of that mattered if they didn’t make it to the next loop. ”Thistle… about Amora….” He wasn’t sure if he should bring it up, “She’ll be alright once Ap plays the song… she’s not… gone” He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say, Thistle’s face seemed emotionless 1
Doc12 Posted March 17 Posted March 17 (edited) 1 hour ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Rp Money is nice Kieran winced inside at Thistles voice. Thistle was hurting more than he’d thought they would. Seeing Amora like that… who knew what would happen next time, but maybe she’d be better Though… none of that mattered if they didn’t make it to the next loop. ”Thistle… about Amora….” He wasn’t sure if he should bring it up, “She’ll be alright once Ap plays the song… she’s not… gone” He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say, Thistle’s face seemed emotionless Thistle didn’t look up. They’d put an arm around Ap and was stroking her back, almost mindlessly. “You think it’s just about Amora.” Kieran didn’t seem to know what to say. Thistle gave Ap a small, quick hug, stood, walked to the other side of the cavernous space, nodding for Kieran to follow. Out of Ap’s earshot. “It’s about her." “The apprentice?” Kieran asked. “Her name is Ap. She is eleven years old. She just watched her grandfather die. Twice now she’s been the only one who can play a song while everyone else around her buys her time.” Thistle laughed, mirthless, almost hysteric. “Zymni went missing the last loop. She was killed. Now Amora’s…” They didn’t finish their thought. “I don’t want to do another loop, Kieran.” Thistle said, quietly. Kieran opened his mouth. “Amora will be back. Everyone who died will be back.” his voice was warm, reassuring. “... I don’t want to be back.” Thistle’s voice grew even quieter. Thinking about waking up again in their flower shop, everything back to normal only to fall apart again. Of seeing friends revived only to lose them again. Of the child… Oh Ap… “…I don’t want Ap to be back. That child is eleven years old.” A deep breath. “But she’ll keep rewinding time, and doing it all over again, because its the only thing she knows she can do. Because its what is expected of her. Because we have to get some ‘Great Masks’ or the Moon falls and we all die anyways.” One beat. Two. Thistle turned away. “…Would that be so bad?” Kieran didn’t say anything. Thistle didn’t think there would be anything to say. "Your bandages look okay. Come back to me in an hour if you're still bleeding. I'll have something for you." Not turning back to look at him, Thistle turned and walked back to Ap, sat themselves down again, and stared at nothing. (putting some words into kierans mouth here but yeah, Thistle is... Not well) Edited March 17 by Doc12 4
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 (edited) "You are not the only one who just wants its all to be over, Thistle." Said Wahi, "I do not know how I am supposed to endure another Loop. I have woken up a Day or two before the Carnival, not remembering anything, since then I am caught in a Loop of Pain, Suffering, Death and Disaster, all I can remember are the loops, I still remember how it felt when I drowned in the Swamp the first loop. Gasping for air as the Swamp Water fills my lungs and the life slowly leaves my Body." (@Doc12 Thistle isn't the only one who isn't well) Edited March 17 by Wahrheitswächter 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 17 Posted March 17 (edited) 2 hours ago, Doc12 said: Thistle didn’t look up. They’d put an arm around Ap and was stroking her back, almost mindlessly. “You think it’s just about Amora.” Kieran didn’t seem to know what to say. Thistle gave Ap a small, quick hug, stood, walked to the other side of the cavernous space, nodding for Kieran to follow. Out of Ap’s earshot. “It’s about her.” “The apprentice?” “Her name is Ap. She is eleven years old. She just watched her grandfather die. Twice now she’s been the only one who can play a song while everyone else around her buys her time.” Thistle laughed, mirthless, almost hysteric. “Zymni went missing the last loop. She was killed. Now Amora’s…” They didn’t finish their thought. “I don’t want to do another loop, Kieran.” Kieran opened his mouth. “Amora will be back. Everyone who died will be back.” “... I don’t want to be back.” Thistle’s voice grew so quiet once more. Thinking about waking up again in their flower shop, everything back to normal only to fall apart again. Of seeing friends revived only to lose them again. Of the child… Oh Ap… “…I don’t want Ap to be back. That child is eleven years old.” “But she’ll keep rewinding time, and doing it all over again, because its the only thing she knows she can do. Because its what is expected of her. Because we have to get some ‘Great Masks’ or the Moon falls and we all die anyways.” One beat. Two. Thistle turned away. “…Would that be so bad?” Kieran didn’t say anything. Thistle didn’t think there would be anything to say. Not turning back to look at him, Thistle turned and walked back to Ap, sat themselves down again, and stared at nothing. (putting some words into kierans mouth here but yeah, Thistle is... Not well) (It’s good, it’s in line with what he’d probably say) Kieran sighed, “I probably don’t understand it perfectly… but…” He trailed off, uncertain. The group had gone through a lot, nearly everyone had died at some point. He looked over the group. Every one of them seemingly dejected on the floor. What could he say? What could he do? They had to keep going though… He just had to convince to push through, try for another loop… anything Edited March 17 by Mistfallen Soldier 1
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted March 17 Posted March 17 Cindra sat down and just started playing her flute. She had noticed that people didnt seem to notice it much when she played. It was normal to have music playing around the town, so she found when she had played over their journeys the sound had slotted easily into the background and felt normal. Maybe in a bit shed go explore, but she wanted to stay near Ap and everyone else. She may be unnoticed but she was by no means invincible. 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 17 Author Posted March 17 (edited) 2 hours remain to RP and prepare for the Final Day 1 Edited March 17 by Amanuensis 1
Myst He/Him Posted March 18 Posted March 18 16 minutes ago, Amanuensis said: 2 hours remain to RP and prepare for the Final Day 1 Yessss, this is gonna be fun. But we should be wise
Amanuensis he/him Posted March 18 Author Posted March 18 Night 3-C is now over. Stand by for Day 4-A.
Wonko the Sane he/him Posted March 18 Posted March 18 Zymni sat quietly in the dark, unnoticed, watching Thistle. Watching the others. Listening. And thinking. Thistle was hurt. Zymni hadn't noticed, had been too caught up in her own problems. But all these events hadn't been easy on the florist. Zymni remembered crawling, broken, into the Temple of Time. Remembered the searing pain as the Temple's light -- the Goddesses' Light -- washed over her, dislodging her from Time and from Hyrule. She remembered when she'd crashed into Termina. Into a place with no Dark Interlopers, no Fused Shadow, no Mirror of Twilight, no Seven Sages. No Twili. No home. She remembered her anguish and despair, her feeling of being so lost that there could never be a way out. Wandering Clock Town aimlessly in the night. Cowering through the days in bushes and flower beds. She remembered Thistle finding her in a flower bed and bringing her home. Termina... mattered, didn't it? It felt silly to even think. All these people, this whole world. Of course it mattered. And yet... somewhere inside, Zymni found she'd been reassuring herself that Termina wasn't REAL, not really. Not like Hyrule, like the Twilight Realm. She'd needed to focus on going home, to save her people from the terrible machinations of Zant, from the ancient evil of the Demon King. To see her family again. What had the fate of some barely-real mirage mattered in the face of that? Zymni followed Thistle's gaze. Stared at the little child in the green tunic. Ap. Ap wanted that too, didn't she. She was so afraid, so lost, so alone. But she kept working, kept moving. Because she needed to save everyone. She needed to be with her family. Ap... was like Zymni. Zymni remembered her fierce annoyance the previous night, at the old fool who stood in her way. Telling her that his granddaughter would send Zymni home AFTER the little Hero was done with what she needed to do. With newfound disgust, Zymni remembered the distinct feeling of petulant satisfaction she'd indulged in, seeing the old man's head roll. But he'd been right. Zymni drew herself up sharply, newfound determination singing in her. The Song could wait. Until after Termina had been saved. 1
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