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in which the tower is the enemy(prpw/Seren/april/cath)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → in which the tower is the enemy(prpw/Seren/april/cath)Well, aside from people dying, there are apparently angels now?
Filled with momentary confusion, Shieta dusted off her pants, and decided to hide first. Her physical are clearly not top-tier if it weren't obvious enough. Plus, if anyone knew she has the ability to heal, she would clearly be targeted.
Shaking her head, she went about cautiously, trying not to draw the attention of the totally kind angels above them, floating about menacingly. Shieta hunched her back, and slowly moved herself away from the chaotic crowd. Her gaze moved all around, anywhere but infront of her.
Thus accidently she bumped into a women, that seems to be part of a group..?
"..Sorry."
"Humans, humans, calm yourselves!"
Slowly, the mass of wings descended, as the humans quieted down.
The wings slowly unfurled, to reveal a pale-skinned, robe-adorned humanoid being, with long, flowing hair white as snow, as a cruel smile.
"You must all be very confused. No worries, for I, Gabriel, shall unfurl everything for you miserable helps! Welcome to the Tower!"
Miyasaki narrowed his eyes.
"Gabriel."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Oh to be free... Was truly a struggle.
Shaking his head, he turned his gaze to above him, where an angel introduced himself to be.. what again?
Right.
Gabriel.
How original.
Shaking his head (again) to get all those intrusive out of his head, he focused himself back to the current matter at hand. He can't die early, he was still young and beautiful after all!
Turning back to the man in black... well, really he couldn't be much older than her. On second glance, if you ignored his eyes, he appeared to be barely twenty. "Care to share your infinite wisdom, regressor?" He'd used the word. It was a complete stab in the dark, but AC knew what words to say to get a rise out of people. She kept files on everyone she knew, tucked in the recesses of her brain, containing exactly what words to say to reduce them to nothing. She never said those words... but she just knew them. They occurred to her as naturally as breathing, devastatingly simple to figure out and capture. And if AC never said them, she was always in control.
"Am I talking to you? Well that depends. Did you hear me? Do you think the words relate to your current plight?" Alaire seemed honestly curious. Disassociation after thousands of years wasn't uncommon. She wondered if it was a precursor to the terrifyingly real memory loss her compatriot seemed to be experiencing.
She lifted her blade a little higher, marveling at the winged one's white light refracting of the surface. Small miracles were always present in the godforsaken tower. The big miracles... well, she had never managed to escape in her hundreds of lifetimes after she was summoned here. Perhaps big miracles didn't exist.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Seraphina stared at Alaire, very much confused. And then the angel spoke once more.
--
"...It seems as though some people aren't listening. So this is how it'll be."
The angel snapped.
And suddenly, a disgustingly loud crunching noise sounded out, as one person's head simply... Exploded.
Everythingg went silent.
The sngel kept on smiling.
".Do you humans see the position you're in? "
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She tossed the blade to her other hand, making room in her preciously hard-won little bubble of space. "Like me, or love me, or trust me, or not, you'll see I'm... right." And that was the most important part. But Alaire knew she was enchanting enough to make the other three true to nearly anyone.
AC froze, her head snapping up to look at the angel thing. She'd try again later. The catty angel-girl and the emo sorcerer also appeared to stop what they were doing. Scowling, she brushed a fleck of blood from the exploded head off of her shoulder.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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The angel sighed melodramatic ally.
"I suppose we should get this over with."
It snapped once more, and a strange, 100-sided die appeared in every single person's hands.
"Roll the dice, ants. That shall decide your fate."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Her fist curled by her side and the edges of her smile began to drop. A snarl was rising up out of her throat. Kill her a voice whispered in the back of her head. Rip her heart out and leave it twitching on the ground. Kill her, kill her KILL HER-
Slowly, her hand started to reach for the girl. She watched curiously as red began to swirl around her fingertips, wisps condensing and stiffening into shapes, reaching for the-
Something squishy landed by her feet. She looked down, the red evaporating with her concentration. It was... wormish. And very bloody.
"Eh?" she asked. "What happened?"
Shieta didn't exactly like being ignored despite being quite used to it back at that place. But this isn't that place. It was the infamous tower that came to being one mysterious day. From then on, people from all over the world started disappearing into the tower as 'players'.
Now Shieta was one of those players.
In front of her was a small but definitely a unique group of people. Especially their attitude to those angels...
Where in the world do they get all of their energy that they can even talk shit even when their life is on the line..
Shieta sighs.
Her small body comes with the fact that her social battery was about as much as her about-to-be nonexistence.
And every single time, he got the same thing, a little glowing star that he immediately slapped onto his baseball bat.
[Star of Bethlahem(?)]
[A useless star.]
Nothing changed, but he didn't mind. He knew what had happened.
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Seraphina stared at the die in her hands for no more than a moment, before rolling it.
The die disappeared, and in her hands was a curved dagger, serrated and sharp, the blade a deep red color.
[Iron Blood(B-)
[Allows the user to siphon lifeforce.]
"What the hell is this?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She stared at them. A smile slowly grew on her face.
"Ha!" She crowed, pointing at them. "You're short! Oomph-" she tripped, practically colliding with them as she tumbled to the ground.
"...umph! Cough!"
Shieta choked on air as she tumbled along with another.. slightly? Just slightly taller human being? What in the world was happening today? Was her luck on cooldown?
[The Key of Hermes(?)]
[Must be combined with a lock to provide any effect. Obviously.]
She snorted. The subtext of the key changed every incarnation, yet the sarcasm remained the same.
"Hm? Oh, I think that's a life-force draining blade. Check the subtext. Hold it up and concentrate on it, and you'll see. That's your random starting weapon."
AC held the die in her hand, holding it up to the light from the angel-thing. Dozens of numbers lined the shape. Shrugging, she rolled it in her palm.
Immediately, she found herself shrouded in something green and shimmering.
[Green Cloak(?)]
[Contains a pair of poisonous knives that return to the pockets]
AC pulled the hood off her head. Reaching a hand in to the pockets, she felt her palms grip a pair of sturdy knives, just as the mysterious description said she would.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Seraphina stared ta the blade, and then up at Alaire.
"What is even going on?"
--
Miyasaki hummed quietly, Swinging the bat around,.
"A little light. It's alright. My stats aren't high enough yet."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Seraphina dragged a finger across the flat edge of the blade.
--
Miyasaki sighed.
Something seemed off, like he was forgetting something.
He fished a small, leather-abound journal out of his coat's inner pocket, flipping through it.
" Who is missing...?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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If you get a trashy weapon in the beginning, its no ones fault except your own sh*tty luck.
Ayran sighs and shook his head.
[Roll Dice]
[Drrr.. drrrr]
The 100-sided dice rolled in the air magically as if a mysterious force just rolled it. Soon the dice rolled faster and faster before a slight golden glow started to appear. The glow soon overpowered the dice and an object soon appeared in Ayran's hand.
[Seraph's Wings (Broken) (?)]
Ayran looked for the item description.
[Previously one of Seraph's stationed weapon hidden away in it's arsonal until it became broken and lost it's favorability in Seraph's eyes. It is called Seraph's Wings for being a dual set of scimitars with a beautiful angel wing-like design on it's blade. As it is broken, the holy energy it gives off is immensely debuffed. Except for it being slightly bit more fatal to demonic species. It's just a regular dual scimitar except for it's beautiful design.]
...Did he just use up his entire life savings of luck?
She was quick to catch on. Sera took a step away from Alaire.
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"Humans! Listen to me, Gabriel, your guide! This is the tower! Think of it as a game, where you can do anything and everything! Your only objective is to reach the top of the tower, where your wishes will be granted!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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