[VOTE NOW] Creators’ Revenge - Invite Only RP

[Flowerpot]

Vydahlia Thyme & Aeviel Pineroz

Location: Wasteland|Tags: Everyone; Open

"Oh, I'm worried alright." Lia replied breezily. "According to Aeviel, we just need five hundred bananas to fall out of the sky right now. That and a lot of water." She couldn't help but let the sarcasm creep into her tone. She was just done. First her parents die, now everyone else is probably going to die too. What a great day.

"Hey assortment of creatures," Gladstone said suddenly, surprising everyone. "Look over there."

Up ahead in the distance, everyone could see a big cloud of dust billowing in their general direction. As it got closer, Lia could make out what may or may not have been a bright yellow school bus. A man with red hair and round sunglasses drove it well over what would have been the speed limit, if the speed limit still existed. There was also another man with light blond hair and a bow tie sitting in the seat behind the driver, as well as four strange looking men arguing over something in the first few seats on the left. What seemed to be a giant face hovered behind them all, creepily smiling at everyone.

"Oh my Starbucks-consuming communist-" Goose Man began, but was suddenly cut off by the bus screeching to a halt a few meters in front of the group. The driver slid the window open and poked his head out.

"You guys need a lift?" He asked "You look a bit... exploded."

"Yeah, we got attacked by Disney a bit back. Lost all of our supplies. Maybe summoned the destroyer of worlds. Probably broke the fourth wall." Goose Man said nonchalantly. "I think I'll take up your offer on the lift." Everyone else nodded in agreement and climbed on the bus one by one.

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♣.ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

musician ~ 16 ~ ♀ ~ location: wasteland ~ tags: everyone, open

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Watching everyone climb onto the bus, Clove sighed, following behind everyone. It didn't seem that, safe, to climb into the bus of a random guy. Glancing at the people already on the bus, it appeared that they were too busy minding their to be any what concerned with the random people entering the bus. Grabbing Goosefeather and Jayfeather, she lifted the two cats up the stairs, seeing as it would be quite inconvenient to get onto the bus with their tiny cat paws. Sure, cats can jump pretty high but still, might as well help them up so they don't get trampled by the other people. Remembering that Brightheart was unpossessed, Clove turned around to pick her up, only to have the tortoiseshell bare her teeth and hiss. Fair enough, The musician thought, wishing she could hold Brightheart as well. Then again, it would be a bit uncomfortable to hold three cats. Luckily, Goosefeather didn't mind being carried, and Jayfeather hopped away as soon as possible.

Dropping the messy medicine cat, Clove shuffled to the back of the bus, sitting beside the window while wondering if the bus would die. That would make things more interesting than how they're going now.

♕.𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕒

24 ~ female ~ character designer ~ location: wasteland ~ tags: everyone, open

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Watching everyone else get on the bus, Artana grabbed her bucket, ready to strike her attack. As she stepped onto the bus, the designer slammed the bucket in front of the guy with red hair, staring him in the eye for a moment before whispering, "Bucket cult, join OUR cult," Smiling, Artana made sure to emphasize on OUR cult. After all, what kind of world is a world with sharing? Giving a quiet salute she continued down the aisle. Sitting in an empty seat, she quickly stopped by the 4 people arguing. Dropping four neon buckets in the middle of them, the young adult gave them a stare before backing away to her seat, which was near the back. Though they probably couldn't tell, Artana mouthed the words "Bucket Cult" towards them before turning away and staring out the window.

[Caffoi]

Kuhi Makani

Female|13|Location: School Bus|Tags: Everyone; Open

Lia's reply made her sound dead inside, which was probably right, because they just got bombed. "It's funny, isn't it? One moment you're enjoying a vacation, and the next you're stranded on a wasteland, with nowhere to go." Kuhi just realized how depressing that sounded. Hmmm I think everyone thinks I'm depressed. She changed the subject. "Where do you think we can find bananas, or water for that matter?"

Then Gladstone called for everyone to look at something, Kuhi turned to see what he was looking at. To her surprise, she saw a school bus driving towards them. Why in the world is there a school bus driving around a wasteland? Snapping out of her thoughts, she saw everyone getting on the bus. Welp, I guess we're doing this now. She got on the bus, and sat down beside Clove.

"Hey, it's funny how this school bus was driving around a wasteland, isn't it? It gave me an existential crisis, haha. By the way, what's your name?"

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♣.ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

musician ~ 16 ~ ♀ ~ location: Bus ~ tags: Kuhi, open

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Staring out the window, Clove wondered where the bus was going. It wasn't too unlikely that it was off to either kidnap them or drive them off a cliff. Though, judging by the direction her life is heading, that didn't seem like too bad of a possibility. Noticing the girl sitting next to her, Clove turned her head, giving a small smile. "My name is Clove, what about you?"

While she tried to seem like she didn't mind talking to people, internally the musician was screaming at Kuhi to get the heck away from her. Being alone is GREAT, talking to people SUCKS. After all, when you talk to people it's quite hard to just stare out the window while ignoring everything and crying on the inside. The absolute worst part is when you have to talk. That's terrible. Moving your mouth and exhaling? THE WORST PART OF LIVING.

"Existential crises are great, I love crying myself to bed when I can't handle the stress of being unsure of what happens after I die! Especially when I know that there's absolutely nothing I can ever do about it!" Maintaining an eerie smile while saying the entire sentence, Clove did some awkward finger guns.

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Vydahlia Thyme & Aeviel Pineroz

Location: Bus|Tags: Artana, NPCs; Open

“Yallo” Aeviel greeted as he sat down across from Artana. “I’m Aeviel. What a fowl day we’re having, eh? Get it? Because Gladstone and Goose Man and Goosefeather? Oh what am I doing. Ahem. What’s your name again?” He mentally facepalmed at his failure. He never had much practice interacting with people and now he regretted it. He was probably going to be stuck with this group of misfits for a long time and he didn’t want to make the wrong impression. Artana probably didn’t even want to talk to him.

“Argh,” Aeviel muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, Lia struck up a conversation with the blonde haired man, who told her his name was Ezra Fell. She thought that was a strange name, but since she was literally hanging out with a man dressed like a goose and a sentient sock, she couldn’t really argue. They were discussing classic literature when a knife suddenly hit the seat, two inches away from her face.

“Ach! What was that for?” She complained, frowning.

“I’m just bored” One of the men previously arguing replied nonchalantly. The knife twitched, as if glitching in and out of existence before flaying back to the man’s hand. “The name’s Anti. That’s Dark, Mad, and Mare.” He introduces the others around him.

“Uh, okay. I’m Lia. So. No offense, but, like are you characters, creators, or people?”

“Do ya want the technical answer or the one I’d like to say?”

“I think I’ll take the technical answer, thanks.”

“Then ask Mad. He knows theses things.” Mad rolled his eyes at the comment but proceeded to explain anyway. Everyone was bored out of their minds, and that’s part of why they started arguing in the first place. Talking to some random girl and having a chance to flex his knowledge didn’t sound too bad to Mad.

“Well, we’re actually fan adaptations from a fanfiction on the Archive. So, we are characters, yes.”

“That’s just a normal answer. It’s not that technical.” Lia was a bit surprised at the ‘Archive’ part. He was probably referring to Archive of Our Own, the illegal underground collection of fanworks that empower indie writers to delve into the world of writing for the first time. You can only get in via invites, and those were super hard to get. She wondered who wrote a fanfiction so deep enough that the characters could literally come to life. “Anyways, do you know where we’re going? And do you guys have 500 bananas?”

Meanwhile meanwhile, a thousand kilometers in the distance, a few mind controlled characters planted landmines where the bus would eventually drive.

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♕.𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕒

24 ~ ♀ ~ designer ~ location: bus ~ tags: aeviel, open

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"Oh, my name is Artana!" She smiled, holding out her hand for a handshake, "I assume you have already joined the bucket cult, but if not, here is a welcoming gift," Handing him a neon rainbow bucket, Artana winked, internally whispering that he doesn't have a choice to join or not. She thought that everyone in the bomb shelter had joined, but considering that Aeviel had not known her name, that probably meant that he hadn't entered the cult. Such a shame, a man his age not in the bucket cult yet.

Behind the two of them, Goosefeather twitched his ear, glancing out the bus window, before glancing back at Goose Man, waiting for something. Jayfeather paced around the bus, jumping at any sudden noise while constantly staring back at Goosefeather. The two medicine cats were practically opposites at the moment, one boredly waiting while the other was paranoid about everything. Meanwhile, Brightheart bounded up and down the aisle, occasionally attempting to jump out a window and failing.

As the orange and white tortoiseshell jumped onto a seat and slammed into a window, Jayfeather yelped, scared out of his mind by the loud noise. Perhaps it was something he knew was coming by looking into Goosefeather's mind? Turning to face the warrior, the grey tabby hissed, yelling at her in cat while Brightheart awkwardly listened to him.

While Goosefeather calming groomed his messy grey fur, the other two cats were yowling at each other causing a huge ruckus near the back of the bus.

[Flowerpot]

Aeviel Pineroz

Location: Bus|Tags: Artana; Open

“Um, thank you.” Aeviel muttered, taking the neon bucket. It nearly blinded him and left a strong afterimage even when he looked away. “I’m not sure if I should join a cult though. I mean, they’re not politically correct, are they? Sorry if this offends you.”

Aeviel really felt like slamming his head against the window at this point. He was definitely messing up his chances to ever have a normal relationship. Maybe Vydahlia or the blue-but-brown haired girl wouldn’t hate him. If he didn’t fail at socially interacting with them, that is.

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♕.𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕒

24 ~ ♀ ~ designer ~ location: bus ~ tags: aeviel, open

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"No, it's fine!" She smiled, "Anyways, I'm pretty sure that won't matter, how many survivors do you think there really are? Artana briefly paused, thinking about recruiting every single survivor to join the bucket cult.

"But, if you need some convincing..." Artana pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket, on it scribbled the words, "wow its a cult you should join". While it wasn't the best reason, it was all she had time to make during the short moment they were sheltered in the bomb shelter. After all, what was she supposed to write? Anyway, the cult isn't really a cult. They haven't done any culty things yet, just yelling and handing people buckets. Maybe she could get somebody to drug the buckets so people might be more open to joining the cult? Is that how it works? Handing the paper to Aeviel, Artana awaited his response.

[Flowerpot]

Vydahlia Thyme & Aeviel Pineroz

Location: Bus|Tags: Artana, NPCs; Open

“Um, okay, I guess. I’ll join.” Aeviel said, suppressing a laugh. Just as he said that, Goose Man turned around from the seat in front of him and snatched the paper out of his hands.

“And I’ll be keeping that, thank you.” The goose-like man said cheerily while stuffing the paper into his pocket.

“Hey! That was mine- well, technically Artana’s!” Aeviel complained but didn’t do anything since Goose Man suddenly had a knife in his mouth. It was just a butter knife, but Aeviel didn’t want to take any chances. “Sorry about that, I guess he really wanted that paper. So, uh, what do you do in this cult again?”

Meanwhile, Lia was half listening to the cats screech at each other. They were making such a huge racket it was impossible not to listen to them.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ... IN ...???” Brightheart yelled, conveniently using words Lia doesn’t understand for the important bits.

“Exactly. How the heck is Goosefeather so calm about it?” Jayfeather looked nervously against his shoulder again.

“He’s just insane. It probably keeps him calm in dramatic situations, I guess.” Jayfeather grumbled but didn’t say anything to dispute that. Lia looked back at the four people she was talking to, and found that they were now engrossed in a deep conversation about the best way to kill somebody. Lia didn’t really want to discuss that, so she turned to Ezra and decided to discuss the pros and cons of modern literature to classic literature. She was making a passionate argument about how fanfictions have great potential when the bus hit a particularly nasty bump and sent her flying into the back of the seat in front of her.

“Ow,” Lia complained, rubbing her head.

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♕.𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕒

24 ~ ♀ ~ designer ~ location: bus ~ tags: Aevial, open

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Watching Goose Man take the paper, the designer couldn't help but wonder what he would be doing with it. He seemed like the kind of person to eat it. Hearing Aevial's question, Artana replied without missing a beat, "Cult stuff!" Doing some finger guns, she internally wondered what the cult should actually do once they have a set place to cult properly. Eh, the bucket cult cults well enough anyway. Just as Artana was about to explain more random cult things, Goosefeather leaped onto her lap, hopping over to Aevial, taking a large poop on him before jumping out the open window, the cat version of a smirk on his face. He meowed something before landing on the ground outside, quickly leaving view as the bus sped away.

"Oh," Artana sighed, "poor Goosefeather," Meanwhile, Jayfeather was still yelling at Brightheart, unconcerned with the fact that Goosefeather just jumped out the window. About to go back to convincing Aevial to join the bucket cult, the roof of the bus came crashing down. Turning her head to see what had happened, a large white alicorn stood there, levitating Goosefeather with her magic.

"Great, now my little pony is here too,"