The Forgotten- Semi-Lit Roleplay. [Now open for posting!]

[crimsonmansion]

Great...just great... Christolph wanted to double face palm his head as David overheard his remark to Hunter and then blurted out with what he assumed was fear. He could just hear the townsfolk rushing to the streets with torches and pitchforks ready to slay the terrible vampire...it wouldn't be the first time, but it had been a veeerrrry long time since something like that had happened. Christolph had no idea was a 'video game' was, but he felt like the girls were only making his predicament worse with their excuse.

"Forgive me...mein English isn't alvays the best ven I am addled by the heat. Ve haff blut...blood in our bodies, vhich is predominantly vater...und I assumed this lad vos making a joke about mein body being hot enough to sveat blood. The Japanese are better at word play than I." He shrugged his shoulders as if to indicate that it was nothing more than a simple misunderstanding before taking a step into the post office to put closure to the conversation and not allow it to linger into further questioning.

The cold air rushed against his body almost immediately as he entered into the building; removing his sunglasses and hat as his flesh cooled...he would probably try to find an excuse to tarry in there longer than needed, but the line for the desk had dwindled and he was the next customer. "Can I help you sir?" The lady behind the counter (who had to be in her thirties) gawked at him like a school girl; blushing when he approached. "Ja, I have this to give you." Christolph opened up his briefcase and took out the piece of paper left at his apartment earlier. The lady gazed at him for a few seconds in a dreamy state before taking the paper and reading it. "OH! We just got your crate in this morning!"

"Mein....crate?" He was now starting to worry about the contents of such a large item...he had expected for a simple package or letter. The lady dashed into the backroom and came out a minute later pushing a dolly that propelled a crate the size of an oven around the desk. "Here you go! Hope you brought a truck!" She giggled and handed him a paper to sign. Christolph provided his autograph while being completely shocked by this 'package'. He could of course easily carry such an item on his shoulder...but then, that would only incriminate him more.

[kartharon]

"Sleeping. What did it look like I was doing?" Setsuya laughed, grinning with a mocking quality to him. "I don't have anywhere better to be and I was tired. What do you want me to do?" He smirked as he raised an eyebrow in interest. This girl didn't seem much different than some of the more strange girls he had lead on. Calm, a little sarcastic and obviously, showing only slight interest in him.

~ Shadow (Shade) ~

Shade smirked at the slight attitude that held his tone and she leaned back, her elbows resting behind her as she splayed her legs out in front of her and shrugged. "I don't know, maybe go sleep at a hotel or something?" She raised her eyebrows at him and let out a small laugh before rolling her eyes, it seemed like she hadn't talked to a guy in forever, but she still felt weird that everyone else she had known was gone from existance. "So what's your name roof sleeper?" She asked with a smile, her strange colored eyes glowing softly.

[Mayiamaru]

Sestsuya chuckled, grinning a bit. "I like sleeping here better. The female workers won't leave me alone if I check in. I couldn't leave my room through the door, so I had to jump off the balcony. Even then, they wouldn't leave me alone." He said, laughing at himself as well as his first stay as a big hotel. He'd get a knock on his door every hour. "I'm Setsuya. Setsuya Hibuya." He said, smiling charmingly as he introduced himself.

[kartharon]

~ Shadow (Shade) ~

Shade smiled and then looked this guy up and down, he wasn't actually half bad, and pretty cute as well as that, and she was actually really liking his personality. "Name's Shadow Fier. You can calll me Shade though." She smirked and then looked down at the roof they were both now sitting on. She giggled slightly when he talked about the girls after him and rolled her eyes. "I know what you mean." She laughed and then looked back up at him.

[Mayiamaru]

"Oh really?" Setsuya smirked, raising his eyebrow in interest. "I never knew someone like you could be chased by girls." He chuckled, speaking a bit sarcastically with a sly grin, leaning back on his hands with his legs dangling off the side of the roof. A blue tie was beside him and he seemed to be in some kind of suit at the moment. He was only here because he got tired. He was supposed to be looking for a job, but there wasn't really anything he cared for, besides sleeping.

[Terra Dragon]

David didn't believe the hasty cover up that Christolph, Hunter and Sonja seemed to come up with. He knew Christolph was from out of town and didn't look like a video game type, nor did Hunter, although it was possible. And he knew something was up... But not quite what, but at the moment, was content to play along. He nodded slowly. "Ahhh, I see. I don't play many video games myself." After a moment, he followed Christolph into the Post Office, standing by the door and watching casually. The receiver looked utterly smitten, and it gave the old man a small chuckle. Then she rolled out that huge, oven sized crate, and David's eyes widened. He quickly walked over, peering at the box curiously. "Well... Quite a package there. Who sent it?"

[Mercurian]

Hunter shook his head. "Don't know." This was getting stranger and stranger by the second. "I don't see a return address..." he began, walking around the crate and inspecting it carefully. "Let's open it. Maybe that'll give us a hint." He cracked his knuckles, ready to wrench it open with his superhuman strength, but then remembered that would probably give him away as something...not normal.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja followed the three men into the Post Office, with Max tagging along behind. "Such a huge crate," she mused, "Probably shouldn't be opened here. Just in case."

[crimsonmansion]

"To be honest vith du...I haff no idea." He had wondered that very question himself, but the letter he found in the morning was void of any recognizable clues. Christolph held out a hand to stop Hunter with an expression of intermingled caution and amusement; the pup couldn't resist showing off his strength, and he admired that...but he couldn't guarantee what type of thing was in the crate. "Probably just furniture..." He wanted to get the thing back to his place to open it in secret....but then a strange noise began eminating from within.

It was a weird sound like a cross between a bee and a human humming, but Christolph couldn't pin what exactly it was. He thought about asking the post office lady for a crowbar, but she was now gawking openly at the box and Christolph didn't think that such a tool would be readily available, so he chose to use his hands instead. Placing his fingers along the groove of the top, he began prying it open slowly (trying of course to make it look far more difficult than it actually was) as the humming grew louder and sounded actually like the familiar finale of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Just as he freed a few of the nails from the edge, the lid burst open and what happened next was entirely unexpected.

Out burst a petite woman of about 5'2'' with a spindly boyish body, mop of messy dark brown hair loosly styled like a fauxhawk, and wearing a punkish outfit consisting of a chopped up purple shirt hanging off one shoulder with a large lime green skull printed on the side with the phrase 'OM NOM NOM' in obnoxious neon pink on top. Hanging from her tiny hips (from what one could see through the stringy packing bedding) were jeans held up by a pyramid studded belt of teal backing...but anyone could barely take notice of her horrid clothing.

It was her face...vivid hazel eyes wide and wild like a child of chaos, face paler than her flesh as if wearing a mask, and her face had been tattooed with markings like a harlequin; teardrop designs coming down both cheeks with crooked curls radiating from the corners of her eyes, and to top it off her blackened lips had an extened smile drawn up to the teardrops...and if that wasn't bad enough, the strange buzzing sound was coming from a large orange kazoo that she had poised in her mouth...which was suddenly spat out as she went hurling out of the crate like a manga character.

"CHRISTOLPH!" She tackled him and held on like a koala bear on a tree with a squee. "....Joke...I should haff known." Christolph wanted to pry her off with the allusive crowbar, but she was like a leech! Jumping down from his body, she hopped around like a weasel all bright eyed and bushy tailed; looking at David, Hunter, Sonja, and Max as if they were new toys to be explored. "OH PEOPLE! Whoareyourfriends Ithoughtyouwouldbealone?!?!" She spoke very quickly as if she had spent far too much time in the crate. Gazing at David she got close to him...really close and then turned around and almost jumped onto Hunter with the same 'I don't care if you have boundary issues' stance. "You smell like pine and he smells like spruce; put them together and I'll wrestle a moose!" Then she gave that same wild look towards Sonja and Max and stood between them. "Willow and Oak, willow and oak, ask me again and I'll give Christolph a poke!"

Christolph displayed the proper form of a facepalm.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I'm laughing so hard, I swear I'm about to fall out of my chair. I can hardly type this!]

Sonja raised an eyebrow at the girl, and took a step closer to investigate her more thoroughly. Some of the kinds around town dressed in punk clothes, but none of them quite like this. "Who are you?" she asked politely, trying to hide her catlike curiosity.

Max looked over the girl's clothes and fingered the hem of her shirt, trying to force down the fashion-envy that was coming from the girl's attire. If she had anything but black t-shirts and jeans (which had been given to her so kindly by Sonja after she suddenly found herself in a strange place with no clothes but the ones she wore), Max would have wanted something akin to what the girl from the crate was wearing. "Why did you have a kazoo?"