“Refugees of our worlds?” Fandom/OC Story RP: ~MMELT~ CLOSED

[SarahStuffies]

Flint - Male - Kattaca - Tags: Everyone in Main Group

Flint kept up with Torsolus as he followed, physically flinching as he caught the attention of a Mii, and asked them a question. "uuughhh Torsolus." He murmured very quietly. His wings were still partly flared, and his tail was still fluffed a bit. He crossed his arms and just kept walking. Not outwardly acknowledging Teach's orders, but keeping them in mind.

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Jade - Female - Human - Tags: Everyone in Main Group.

Jade kept twirling the dagger between her fingers "You got it." she murmured absently to Five-Seven. Her already subconsciously alert posture and behaviour, straightening and focusing even further somehow.
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She lifted her eyebrow behind her visor at Torsolus as he talked to the Mii. She couldn't help but roll her eyes "You're a dork." She teased Torsolus as he ran off again.

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Jami-Sen - Female - Tal-Halen - Tags: Everyone in Main Group

Sen was walking alongside Five-Seven, and could hear her quiet grumbling. Sen could hear Jami-Sen snicker in her head. 'They seem friendly.' She offered to Five-Seven. 'Maybe it's ok.' She grabbed a small metal cylinder, with a glowing blue ring in the middle, that had been attached to a belt on her dress/rice-bag/thing and pressed a button on it, and it extended into a full on staff. She calmly used it as a walking stick. But it made a subtle hum coming from it that offered there might be more to it than walking assistance.

[geno]

♡♪!? (Geno) | Tags: Lisa, Miis

Well, it was clear these strange people weren't of any help... though he couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity he had. Just what was so nostalgic about them? He couldn't remember granting any wishes of these people nor did he remember them being involved in any wishes granted, although there is the slight possibility he just forgot. Millions of wishes passed through Star Road every day, so it could have just been something simple that ended up sticking to the back of his mind.

But unfortunately, that was the problem, because Star Road wasn't getting the caliber of wishes it normally did. In fact, it was getting none. That was a major issue, and most importantly, it had something to do with this location. They're sure of it, otherwise he would have been sent somewhere else.

The girl in the other hospital bed next to the one he previously occupied showed no signs of stopping her rambling. She seemed to have a good impression of these people and knew what they were called-- Miis?-- but looked nothing like them. The name was just extra information, he concluded, nothing related to his mission.

"If your wish is to get home," he said to the girl, "I will honor it the best I can. However, that will have to be postponed until the mission Star Road has requested of me is fulfilled. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Slipping his way past the doctor and nurse, he made his way to the exit of the room.

[Knuckles the Echidna]

Lisa - Tags: Geno, Miis

“Huh, well there goes that little guy. Anyways, I wanna explore! Maybe get some intel... whatever I can use to help fix this mess.” Lisa said, stretching her arms for a bit before transforming into a cat with very odd coloration. She was like a calico, except where there would be the normal oranges and Browns there was an array of rainbow colors splotching her white fur. Her red eyes seemed a bit brighter as well, and the playfully gleamed as she hopped off the bed and prowled towards the exit of the room as well.

[alfiq]

appearance: 1 2
she stands at 5'2 ft / 157 cm and is surprisingly strong for her size, and pretty quick.
Name: Chava [Yiddish origin meaning "life"]

OC or Existing: oc / player character

Gender: female

Race/Species: human

World of Origin: RDR2, TES [two versions of her mashed together pretty much, to create, a yeehaw wizard,,]

Intelligence level, out of 10: 8.5, without anyone there to rein in her impulsiveness that quickly goes down to 4

Soul-complexity level, out of 10: 9

Personality:
Chava is quite eccentric and outgoing; meaning she talks. A lot. She knows well how to talk her way out of situations, but her actually doing that has a tendency to wildly vary depending on the situation and her own mood, because more often than not she likes to add fuel to the flames if she thinks it'd be funny. Despite her love for winging things and seemingly being an idiot on purpose she has a knack for figuring things out, and prides herself in her work on inventions and other things she creates. Her morals and emotions are also strong, and she gets visibly aggitated if she witnesses something she deems wrong or cruel and is quick in her attempts to remedy it.
She's got a taste for the extravagant, which reflects in her attire which is often flamboyant and very much over the top, including fancy tooled gun belts and holsters. However, you'd be hard pressed to find a single sliver of money if you were to check her pockets which makes how she obtained it questionable.

Background: Chava grew up quite rough; she never knew neither her mother or her father and assumes she was discarded for some reason or other. She was raised by the streets, along with many other children with the same misfortune as her; living mostly on scraps. This caused her to have a pretty obvious disdain for authority.
Once she grew older, she ends up stealing a prized war horse and talking her way onto a ship headed for new lands along with a beloved friend who later becomes something more. There tends to be a orchid in her hat placed there by her.

Skills and Abilities:
Chava is in fact in fact a sorceress; despite her odd choice of clothing and a tendency to run around with guns instead of magic. If you ask her she's more likely to perform a sleight of hand or other small tricks than actual spells. She's only proficient at fire magic, for better or worse.
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Gajra, Chava's horse
stands at about 16 hands/ 64 inches / 163 cm high at the shoulder, sort of dwarfing his owner.
Bold and does not frighten easily. Has a tendency to attempt to steal/eat hats and other clothing along with knocking over anything that isn't nailed to the ground.

[sniper tf2]

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wilson percival higgsbury！！！
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❝ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ❞
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gender male age 32 species human fandom don't starve
intelligence 7 soul complexity 8 oc or canon? canon
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personality wilson is a gentleman scientist. he's a person of
independent means who has decided to apply his intellect,
such as it is, to science. he's not actually a good scientist.
he's overconfident, a little brash. he's got a can-do attitude,
but he can't actually follow up on a lot of things abilities wil
son has years of experience with surviving in settings unfit
for human survival, focusing more on the aspect of medicine
machines and things of the sort. he's fully capable of prefor
ming an amputation, but will he do it properly? probably not.
extra information • wilson is originally from the 1920s. thus,
he's not aware about technology or happenings of future.
• he denies the existence of magic, despite knowing about
it's existence. • he suffers from nyctophobia and cynophobia.

[Stealthlock]

Torsolus / Male / Hominid / Form / Tags: Mii Shop

Torsolus found a whole row of little marketplace shops, run by various Miis. He kept filtering through until he found the one selling “Speaking Stones.”

“One pair of stones is 500 G, with an additional 200 G for each additional stone!” the Mii with the star-covered wizard outfit proclaimed with wide eyes and jazz hands.

“Oh! I’m sorry...I’m afraid I don’t have any coin on me at the minute.”

“The pawn shop is two stalls down...” the wizard Mii looked annoyed now.
“No, I don’t have—that’s alright. Uh, thanks!”

Torsolus’ ear was caught by the sound of an automatic door opening. He turned toward it.

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The exit from the hospital opened directly into a sort of mud room hall that then led to outside, onto the streets. The door opened automatically for Geno.

The Miis were visibly zoning out at Lisa’s story. Nurse BUGEYES was already falling asleep. “Ahh, that’s....great....” The Doctor replied politely...before gasping in shock at her transformation. “AHHH!! A cat!! Ahh, well....that’s p-purrfectly alright!”

Another Mii resembling a burger burst into the room with a small man on a stretcher.

“We have another one! He’s really beat up. He has something written on his arm. It says ‘This is what I’m talking about’.”

“This is what who’s talking about...??? Ahh...put him next to the big cowgirl. Hopefully the horse turns out to be hers.”

The small, beat-up man was lain next to the large cowgirl. Neither were terribly deep in consciousness.

[Egg With Legs]

Name: The Doom Slayer (real name unknown)
OC or Existing: Existing
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Alternate-Dimension Human
World of Origin: Argent D’Nur
Intelligence level, out of 10: 7
Soul-complexity level, out of 10: 7

[InfectedHau]

TH-3157||Female||Transhuman||Tags: everyone, the Miis

"Remember the part where I said avoid calling attention to yourself?" 3157 asked, catching up to Torsolus. "Doesn't matter how inviting it looks, this is still enemy territory. Don't get complacent." She'd been on edge ever since they entered the town, even more so than usual. It wasn't like the forest, where every little noise was strange and threatening, in fact it was completely the opposite. This place was safe, welcoming, inviting, so much so that she was positive it couldn't be legitimate. This was a trap, either by the Endmaker or these strange looking humanoids, and the sooner they were out of it the better.

[Stealthlock]

Torsolus / Male / Hominid / Form / Tags: TH-3157

Torsolus looked at 57, then around at the city, then back at 57. He tried to ask his question with as much sincerity and as little implied bitterness as possible.

“Where isn’t enemy territory...? How do we tell?”

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“By the way, the big scary robot man should be close to waking up,” Nurse BUGEYES added to the Burger man. “Did you secure his room?”

“I did. I put a quiz over his bed to check if he’s evil or not.”

BUGEYES was overcome with perplexity. “....Sure.....that works.”

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Over the Doom Slayer’s lone bed in an empty chamber, a paper hung with a message drawn on in colorful crayon.

“A sweet, innocent bunny rabbit is in your path.
🐇
What do you do?
[_] Pet it [_] Murder it”

[SarahStuffies]

Jami-Sen - Female - Tal-Halen - Tags: Everyone in main group

Sen glanced in confusion at Five-Seven 'Not very trusting, are you?' She asked, crossing her arms. 'If this is 'enemy territory' wouldn't we have some inkling of them doing something... Wrong??' She hesitated 'I mean... My whole life I've been brought up 'trust until proven not trustworthy' basically. I just think... If we act aggressively... Without reason... We might... End up with a reason. If you get what I mean. Just... Take it easy, I guess?' She glanced up sympathetically at Five Seven. She knew what it was like... To trust and be betrayed... To feel on edge, without reason, to feel it impossible to relax, despite the circumstances. Jami-Sen had helped her a lot with that over the years. "hehe! Thanks, awww! Proud of you I am!" Sen felt comforted by Jami-Sen's words. She eyed the world around them. Walking with her walking stick. She was an explorer. A traveler. And an explorer couldn't do their job if they explored new worlds with an attitude of hate and distrust. At least, that's what Jami-Sen told her.

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Flint - Male - Kattaca - Tags: Everyone in main group

Flint lifted an eyebrow at the term 'enemy territory' and looked around them warily. Some of these 'Miis' were dressed oddly. But were any of them really DANGEROUS? He gave a disgruntled flap of his wings, ears pinned. Feeling on guard and uncertain now as he walked alongside Torsolus as the marshmallow man turned to look at their rather wary companion.