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[minervaminor]

❝Catherine Rose Joyner❞

age⇒ 17
user⇒ .rawr.
gender⇒ female
traits⇒ bubbly, nurturing, patient,
motherly, clumsy
power⇒ can speak with animals,
manipulation of earth/plants (may or
may not posses wings)
weaknesses⇒ fire, lifeless beings
(skeletons etc), iron
friends⇒ she tries to get along with everyone
enemies⇒ hopefully no one

Catherine is a very crazy girl. She's always seemed to
have been a magnet for trouble. When she was
younger, all her friends used to call her "CC,"
for "Crazy Cat." She's always been open to new
ideas, even though sometimes she was out there
...like, way out there. She gets easily
distracted, and often get's "attacked by doors,"
as she puts it. She loves to go on adventures, and
likes being different. Usually whenever someone
insults her, it'll just blow right over her head, as if
it hadn't happened at all.
She's a very optimistic person, being the only one
in her family like that. All of her bothers, sisters, and
friends (mainly the woodland elves from back home)
weren't very optimistic. They weren't very pessimistic
either. No one really knows where she got this happy-
go-lucky personality from...it just kind of happened.
She's also kind of...ditzy. She's a bright girl, she's just
a little out there at times. Whether you want to call
it ditzy, or her being an airhead, or just plain stupid,
she doesn't care. This girl cannot be affected by insults.
She's a very good friend, because she'll listen, and she
doesn't tell you to shut up and go away. Unless she's
sad or mad. Then you'll have to deal with her. And
being on the receiving end of her wrath...well, that
should be quite interesting to see what happens.
She's always been very accepting of others, and also
has always been very honest. She's one to sugar-coat
things, but still gets her point across.

[avanhellica]

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ᴵ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍᶰᶤᶳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ'ᶳ ᶰᵒᵗ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶳᵏ
ᴵ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵒʳᶜᶤᶳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰᶳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃᶳᵗ

◠◠asmodeus griswold
◠the vampire

where◠ I have no idea
with◠ I also have no idea

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He felt sick. Like, throw-up sick. And he never felt throw-up sick. At least, not for a couple hundred years he hasn't; which was the first time he ever tasted the sweet nectar of blood on his tongue. Where am I? The ground underneath him felt...unfamiliar. He was pretty sensitive to his surroundings - and this certainly wasn't Greendale. There were no beaches in Greendale, and the rough, itchy texture underneath his stomach definitely was sand. He groaned, pushing himself off of his stomach as he wiped away the excess sand that was stuck to his cheek and lips. His vision was blurry - unusual - and it seemed that most of his other senses were a bit reduced as well. Now that made him especially uncomfortable. The more human he felt, the more vulnerable he felt, the more aggressive and scared he could get. He hadn't been human in so long that feeling weak and, well, normal - wasn't normal to him at all. He grimaced as his nausea began to transform into a minor headache; somewhat normal. He was used to headaches, which he got often when he was thirsty. The worse the headache, the hungrier he was. Right now though, he had the feeling his headache wasn't because he was parched. He decided it'd be best to wait and he sat there in the sand, unmoving, for a few minutes as his eyes readjusted themselves. Once the edges weren't blurry, and the image around him was clear - what he saw was most...troubling.

As he had originally inferred, he was sitting on a beach. The ocean was only a few meter away, rolling up against the beach lazily, as if teasing the land for not being able to be as fluid as itself. But it wasn't the beach, nor the ocean, that was troubling Asmodeus. No, it was the arrangement of the other people scattered about the beach. It was like someone had tossed them there, a couple on their sides, perhaps one on their back, and another even on their stomach like he was, himself. He scratched at his wrist, a bad habit he had picked up when he was nervous or uneasy. Who are these people? His orange eyes scanned over the lot of them and, while he had the sense he knew them, he couldn't put a name with any of them. Do I help them?

Asmodeus turned, looking to see if anyone else was around. But it appeared they were completely alone, not even a crab could be seen scuttling across the beach. He rose to his feet, making another note of the scenery - a forest connected right next to the beach? Is that possible? And he was correct to notice this because not only did the beach connect into an unusual forest but it was like the beach ended and suddenly there was luscious green grass - there was no blending of sand to dirt to grass. It was simply beach and then simply forest. Like some someone had done an incredibly poor job at sewing something together. And are those mountains? He scratched at his wrist some more, trying to peer over the tops of the trees where - yes - there was a glimpse of mountain peaks.

He wracked his brain, trying to remember where he was or what he was doing before he came to this unknown land, wondering if there was some sort of mistake. I had entered Greendale to try and find Victoria; whom I was supposed to meet at the dance club...and then... He blinked once. Twice. and then I got a massive migraine and... Nothing. He couldn't remember anything after that. I blacked out maybe? There was no other explanation for it - but he still wanted to know how he got here. In the middle of some island, was it?

He scowled, deciding it would just be best to wake someone else up and see if they knew what was going on. He trudged through the sand, grimacing as the feel of it beneath his bare feet - where are my shoes? Realizing that his shoes had gone missing and my shirt is completely tattered. He glanced around, spotting them back where he had been laying. Meh, I'll get them later..

Leaning over the closest person to him, a boy with dark brown hair, he poked their shoulder carefully, slowly but deliberately. "Hey." He said and then poked the kid harder, "Hey, kid, wake up." But something caught Asmodeus's eye.

A slip of paper, sticking out of the kid's pants.

He pulled it out and unfolded it, eyes skimming the paper. His eyes widened and his jaw went slack.

Dear Players,

Welcome to my game. Yes, my game. I welcome you all - this is probably the hardest I've ever worked on a gameboard before. I'm sure you'll have a great time playing - I know I will.

You have a team of six.

The Vampire, the Werewolf, the Shapeshifter, the Fairy, the Angel, and the Demon.

You all have different traits and attributes to add to the team.

A pack of supplies for each of you are gathered in the first row of trees within the forest.

There are no rules.

Winning the game?

I always do.

-Sincerely,
The Puppeteer.

Asmodeus shook his head, "Damn...so much for that date with Victoria."

{psst, he's poking Thomas haha}

[duckworth]

ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｄｗｅｌｌ ｏｎ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ａｎｄ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｌｉｖｅ ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｄｗｅｌｌ ｏｎ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ａｎｄ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｌｉｖｅ ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｄｗ

↷↷ what he is ↶↶
⇉ an angel of light

↷↷ who he is ↶↶
⇉ Thomas "Tad" Dawson

↷↷ what he's doing ↶↶
⇉ being disgruntled

↷↷ who he's with ↶↶
⇉ a bunch of weirdos

↷↷ who he loves ↶↶
⇉ nothing but the light

indentThomas could say for the first time in his life that he had absolutely no idea what had happened. Normally a very sensible person who didn't get into much trouble, Thomas found himself gradually waking up from unconsciousness. This unwanted slumber disturbed the angel greatly, as he had never slept unless he wanted to. Thomas didn't do anything unless he wanted to! So why was he suffering from a massive headache? His migraine was like fire, racing through his brain and attacking every nerve in his head, and there were a lot of nerves in Tommy's head.
indentWhat... what is this sorcery that has happened to me? I feel... drunk. Angels... are not supposed to become... intoxicated. Angels are not even supposed to drink! My head... my head aches. I cannot think straight... I cannot think at all, not without it hurting like a devil's curse! And those hurt worse than sins, Thomas blearily began to open his chocolate-brown eyes, narrowing his gaze in confusion when he felt an abrupt poking in his side. Poking? Physical contact? How absolutely medieval. What fool is touching me? He had better not be a stranger, Thomas groaned inwardly, opening his gaze fully, seeing exactly what he had feared: a stranger, prodding his shoulder hesitantly, like a cat batting at a toy. The second poke was rougher, like the cat was now accustomed to the toy, and was determined to make it move. Do not call me a "kid". I am much older than I look, kid. The stranger only bothered him even more, removing a piece of mysterious paper from his pants pocket. Thomas did not recall placing the strange note into his pocket, so he was also curious as to what exactly the red-eyed child was reading.
indentNo, he is not a child. He is less of a child than me, Tommy realized, gazing at the red-orange eyes and the deep ebony hair of the other boy. Vampire; I can sense it. Vampires weren't exactly holy, but Thomas himself had no personal issues with the blood drinkers, provided they didn't hurt innocents. Rolling onto his side, waiting for the dizziness to go away, Thomas sat up when he was feeling better in the head and body. His mind less fuzzy than when he had initially woken up, Tommy felt like he could think a bit straighter now. At least his mind wasn't in curves now.
indent"Sir Vampire, what does the note say?" Staring at the other male, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity he had, looking at him. Despite not ever truly meeting him, Thomas vaguely knew this vampire from somewhere, somehow. "Do I... do I know you? I feel like I do, strangely enough. What has... what has happened to me? What has happened to all of us?
indentHolding back a groan, Thomas felt a light drizzle of rain on his face, the air warm and rather sticky at the moment. Very discouraged by the unhappy weather, Tommy managed to get to his feet without falling over. Looking over at the other unconscious people, he peered curiously at everyone who was stranded on this dirty, sad-looking beach. His heightened awareness as an angel allowed him to be able to sense whenever there were any other supernatural beings. Looking around and focusing on the individual people, Thomas realized that they were all unique, in their own paranormal way. There was a werewolf with dark red hair, a shapeshifter with messy dirty blonde hair, a fairy with cherry-red hair, and to Tommy's utter distaste, there was a demon. The demon looked strangely feminine for a savage, with brown and blonde locks looking they had been through a fight, tossed in a fan behind her head as she lay on the beach, all long limbs. Gritting his teeth, Thomas found himself glaring rather aggressively at the demon, feeling an intense paranoia just being around the unconscious devil spawn. Tommy closed his eyes briefly and took a few calming breaths, switching his gaze from the demon back to the vampire, trying to remain calm. It would do no good to raise drama this early in the game, and what a dangerous game this could be.

ｅｌｌ ｏｎ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ａｎｄ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｌｉｖｅ ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｄｗｅｌｌ ｏｎ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ａｎｄ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｌｉｖｅ ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｄｗｅｌｌ ｏｎ ｄｒｅａｍｓ ａｎｄ ｆ

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Hopefully I didn't suck too much. xD My males are always subpar when it comes to literacy and development. ;-;

[minervaminor]

I c a n h o l d m y b r e a t h. I c a n b i t e m y t o n g u e. I c a n s t a y a w a y f o r d a y s, i f t h a t 's w h a t y o u w a n t. B e y o u r n u m b e r o n e.

ⓝⓐⓜⓔ 》 Catherine Rose Joyner
ⓐⓖⓔ 》 seventeen
ⓜⓞⓞⓓ 》 curious, in pain
ⓣⓐⓖⓖⓔⓓ 》Thomas, Asmodeus

Catherine groaned as she woke up, an unpleasant gravely substance underneath her childishly small body. She opened her grey eyes, looking at...well, she was too close to be able to tell. It was some sort of yellow-ish brown stuff. She hadn't seen it before. She closed her eyes and slowly pushed herself upwards. She felt a sharp stabbing pain in her back. She looked behind her and started freaking out. She no longer saw her purple transparent wings. She slowly stood, coughing a few times. She groaned, a little louder. She brushed a few grains of this stuff from her clothing where it stuck. She tried to tame her now-wild hair, brushing through it with her fingers. She sighed as she looked around, seeing others.
She smiled as she saw them. Her immediate response was to be happy - she wasn't alone, and they weren't alone. It was a win-win situation. She unsteadily walked over to them. The ones who were conscious consisted of two males, probably about a year or two older than her. She smiled slightly, showing off her pearly white teeth. She brushed her bangs out of her face, eventually getting frustrated and letting the loose hair blow in her face.
The pain in her back didn't go unnoticed. Every time she took another step towards the two conscious males, she winced slightly. She didn't know why she didn't have her wings any more...she just knew she didn't. She tried to hide her pain in a tight-lipped smile that she wore. As soon as she reached her destination by the two, she waved slightly, still trying to find her voice again. She couldn't deal with not speaking, so she spoke, even though her voice was rough. "Hello..." she said softly, coughing again into her elbow. "Sorry...my voice isn't itself." she said, in the same tone. She saw a note in the taller boy's hand, and looked at him funny. "What does that say...?" she asked. She was half afraid, half excited to hear the response.
She noticed how short she was compared to the two. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. I feel so short. It's degrading. she thought to herself. She looked up at the both of them, literally. They were both at least a good seven inches taller than her. She sighed, as suddenly the gravelly substance on the ground became very interesting to her. "What's this stuff...?" she asked no one in particular. She wasn't expecting an answer, so she wasn't surprised when she didn't really get one.
When she raised her head again, she found little black dots dancing in her peripheral vision. She suddenly felt lightheaded, as she held her head in her hands. She didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was blood-loss from her wings being removed. She sat down cross legged as she put pressure from her finger pads on her temples. She had always found that was a good way to get rid of a headache. She looked up at the two young men again, not quite understanding how they were so tall. She'd seen humans that were tall. Maybe they're humans... she thought to herself, but then shook her head. No. They're much too handsome to be human.

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natalia sat up abruptly, startled into wakefulness by the nagging sensation that she was being watched. having grown up in the midst of her clan’s near-constant warmongering, she’d developed what some might call a sixth sense in regards to such things out of pure necessity, and it had saved her life more than a few times. acutely aware of the warning bells ringing in her mind [danger enemy get up get up get up] what she meant to do was spring to her feet immediately and take out whoever — or whatever — had been watching her. instead what she did was a graceful faceplant into the ground the moment she pushed herself to her knees, overcome by a wave of nausea at the sudden movement. how long had she been out, anyway? come to think of it, what had she even been doing before she got here? this wasn’t a place she was familiar with, that much was for sure. she climbed to her feet slowly, taking more care this time, brushing sand off her outfit as she did a 360 in order to regain her bearings.
the first thing she noticed were the bodies sprawled out beside her like corpses: two of them, to be precise. the second thing she noticed were the bodies — or rather, the people — that weren’t lying around like they were dead, which concerned her more than anything else. with some wariness, she approached the cluster. tally was fully conscious of her vulnerable state; pounding headache aside, her limbs felt like they were filled with the sand that she was currently walking on; like they hadn’t been used in a considerable amount of time, though she had no idea why that would be. but it was her only option, confronting them; elsewhere, the beach stretched both ways as far as the eye could see, no other sign of life apparent. there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive on her own. besides, if they’d wanted to kill her, there had been plenty of opportunity to harm her while she was unconscious. who knew? maybe they were just as disoriented as she was. maybe they didn’t actually have hostile intentions.
drawing closer, the demon could see that they were huddled together around what appeared to be a piece of paper. unconsciously, she picked up the pace; whatever it said, she needed to see it. perhaps it would provide some clue as to their situation. “’scuse me, coming through,” she announced with her typical subtlety, pushing her way past a petite redhead and leaning over a brunet boy’s shoulder in order to scan the note. gameboard? puppeteer? and, far more concerning... “angel?” repeated natalia, bristling on instinct. angels were the enemy that her kind had been fighting with since forever; she’d been raised not to trust them, to kill them if at all possible. “why the hell would anybody think it was a good idea to bring an angel into this? bloody useless creatures. I can’t believe we’re all stuck with one now.” of course, she said this before she actually noticed the angel in their midst, a boy she’d completely overlooked in her haste to read the note. rather than attempt to make amends with her new teammate, whatever that meant, she narrowed her eyes at him in a clear message: she didn’t take back a word of what she’d said, and if he didn’t like it, well... she’d be more than happy to fight. he was probably the one she had felt watching her; god knew why he hadn’t attacked her yet. in fact, it was this and only this — the single, bewildering fact that he hadn’t made the first move while he still had the advantage — that kept tally’s own instincts at bay. contrary to popular belief, not all demons were savages, and she did possess a brain that reminded her that it was in her best interest not to try and maul somebody who it looked like she’d have to work with for the time being.

[gallivant]

"Watch your back"

name ⇒ Hunter Mason . feeling ⇒ dizzy, confused . with ⇒ randoms . where ⇒ I wish I could tell you.

Hunter opened his eyes and groaned. He was lying face down on a brittle, grainy surface. He groaned louder as a headache set in. He slowly rose to his knees. and opened his eyes, and found himself on a beach. Umm he started, raising a hand to his dirty blonde hair. he ruffled it and shook his head getting rid of the small grains of sand. He rose to his feet and fell back down. Only then did he realise he was not alone. On the beach were more people. Hunter tried again to stand and he again failed. He was back where he started, face down on a beach. He raised his head and decided that four feet were easier then two so he shifted. He gritted his teeth as his bones cracked and his insides twisted. When the pain subsided he was on all fours, he tried again and found that his balance had improved and he could walk. Hunter noted that his headache was gone but he didn't think dogs got headaches. He then noticed that there was a group of people about 3 metres to his left so he trotted over to them. He passed 2 people lying in the sand but paid not attention. The German Sheppard bounded over to the group tongue hanging out of his mouth, tail wagging. Hunter took in the scents of the other people was he approaching and barked to tell them that he was here.

When he reach the group he shifted again to his human form, and this time he managed to stay upright. Hey he said in his confident voice. If he had learnt one thing from his life it would be sound confident and don't be, or sound weak. His headache had returned but he ignored it. He needed to concentrate on the here and now. For starters one of these people may know where in the world they were and what they were doing here. Hunter saw that the group were looking at a small piece of paper so he leaned over to look. Who is the Puppeteer, who would call themselves that? he said to no one in particular Hunter paused and read the note again. A game?... Is this some sick joke?

whether I am human, wolf, cat, dog, bear, salmon, frog, possum, turtle, panther, eagle, centipede, lion, elephant, I am always watching

[Pandle]

ｍｙｉｋａ. ｃａｍｐｂｅｌｌ

Location;;
The beach

Possessions;;
Nothing

Mentions;;
Thomas, Natalia, Catherine, Hunter

Health;;
Migraine, light bruising, thirsty

State;;
Confused; agitated

The tongue that flicked between the ivory beads was not awash with the budding delicacy that it should have been; it was parched and crusty, grains caught between her teeth so even the slightest itch of her jaws ground dirt between the hollows of her canines. In the groggy folds of her perplexed state, Myika was grimly aware of her own dissatisfaction at the state of affairs, but clarity at the nature of her dismay -and her new predicament- lay in a realm beyond her measuring. She winced, the tickle of her eyelashes like an illustrious lace sheet drawn against the bruise now blooming beneath her left eye. She would come to regret throwing her arms out to protect herself later, but for now, the throbbing sensation was lost beneath the torment of her headache. Shuffling an arm out from beneath her cheek with a grunt, her fingers began to scavenge in the dirt for any trace of freedom. Silver bars; gold ingots hammered into the framework; the sense of her torment and oppression did not come to grasp. Instead, her digits grazed over damp sand, golden corn of the sea that promised to haunt her for months to come. Damn sand, it's impossible to shake out of fur.

For a moment, the startled vixen submitted herself to the drowsiness of her induced mind, content to accept that she was not in her usual, underground complex following plans for a full moon. But instinct was a hard beast to bludgeon. That something was not as it should have been was becoming ever more apparent. Even if she had not, for some unbeknown reason, secured herself within the premises of her cage, it did not explain the sand. Even the headache, which was no uncommon side effect of a particularly savage period, hollered of ominous signs. The eyes she had been so desperate to keep screwed shut against the world flickered into life. They shuddered over the narrow scope of her immediately vision: she had been right to identify the grains as sand, then swung them out toward a growing hub of activity. Other people. People being a very lose term for them. Didn’t she know them from somewhere? She squinted, propping herself upright with one arm as she stared toward the group. Pong de supernatural hung between them, an odour as fresh and confused as the rest of her senses. Sweeping the marmalade mane of her scalp free from the confines of her blouse, Myika ushered herself onto two unsteady feet, thrashing the lose crumbs of turf from her ears just in time to catch the tailing mollusc of conversation: "can’t believe we’re all stuck with one now.”

Stuck with what, exactly? “Oi!” Leering toward the group, Myika squished her toes between the moist granules, their coolness drawing the fever of fear from her limbs as she worked her way toward the gang. It seemed whatever had led her here (and it certainly didn’t seem to be a bridge) had neglected to transport her with her slippers, she could only hope that the rest of Mother Nature’s carpets were as gentle on her feet. As the lupine drew level with the pack identities of their essences bombarded her awareness. Righteousness. Deception. Consumer. And…and dog? “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” With her hands thrown onto her hips, Myika hauled her agitation toward the only sentient lifeforms capable of symapthising with her confusion. "You don't just start discussing this without someone; you wait until everyone's here. So recap for me: how bad is my hangover?" Hangover? The wolf didn't make a habit of drinking, yet what other explanation could account for the jaw-dropping décor of mountains peaking on the horizon, the streaming bandanna of rainforest, and the collection of metaphysical individuals?

{{aaaack, I hope this is alright, first posts are never my best.

[minervaminor]

I 'm a f r a i d t h a t I g o t t a d o w h a t I g o t t a d o, b u t i f I l e t y o u g o, w h e r e y o u g o n n a g o ? W e g o t t a m a k e a c h a n g e, t i m e t o t u r n t h e p a g e.

ⓝⓐⓜⓔ 》 Catherine Rose Joyner
ⓐⓖⓔ 》 17 lyrics @ Maroon 5
ⓜⓞⓞⓓ 》 confused
ⓣⓐⓖⓖⓔⓓ 》 everyone
ⓛⓞⓒⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ 》 the beach

Catherine looked around, noticing she was really the only short one there. She sighed, and thought for a moment. If I can make my wings disappear...then I can make them reappear! She then realized she would probably hit someone with her wings, so didn't bother. She didn't really want to be making enemies. She looked around the group, trying to figure out which creatures she would most likely get along with. Maybe...the brown haired boy...and maybe the black haired boy... she thought to herself, not quite sure how the other females in the group would accept her. She really did want to fit in amongst the group, she just wasn't sure how to do it.
She noted the other red-headed girl had woken up, and asked about the note that everyone was so curious about. Catherine looked at her, smiling slightly. "Something about a game and some sick-o that calls himself 'The Puppeteer.' ...and we're all stuck on this island with each other. Apparently we have an angel here with us, so it shouldn't really be too bad...should it?" she asked, trying and failing to sound optimistic. She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. "The name's Catherine Rose." she said softly, wondering if anyone heard her. She recognized that no one really had, so she spoke up a little louder this time. "Well, we're all stuck together, may as well get to know each other a little... she said, her greenish-blue-grey eyes glittering slightly. She looked up at the group as they tried to decipher the letter/note, whichever you want to call it.
She soon got bored of watching everyone press everyone for answers about the note. She could really care less - as long as she was alive, she was good. She walked over to a nearby rock, sitting down on the flat grey surface. She found a convenient stick that was about a foot and a half long, and began to doodle random things in the sand. She doodled an angel, standing in a ray of sunshine with all his glory, before the salty ocean water washed it away. She sighed, and then realized no one had answered her question. She just let it go, resolving to speak with someone individually later. Then she'd get her answer.

[avanhellica]

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ᴵ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍᶰᶤᶳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ'ᶳ ᶰᵒᵗ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶳᵏ
ᴵ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵒʳᶜᶤᶳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰᶳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃᶳᵗ

◠◠asmodeus griswold
◠the vampire

where◠ still have no idea
with◠ other weirdos

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Asmodeus frowned, obviously agitated. Not only was he stuck on some poorly pieced together island, but he was stuck on it with a bunch of other people (not really people but beings) that he 'sort of' knew. As each of these 'beings' started to wake up, the more Asmodeus realized his headache was growing. "Sir vampire --" Asmodeus blinked, drifting out of his train of thought. Sir vampire? What year was this guy from? He lazily rolled his gaze over towards the perfect-looking, glowing (literally glowing, look at him. It's like there's a ring of light coming from his cheeks), kid. He didn't look very old. Then again, neither did Asmodeus. The perks of being a vampire - wrinkles are never a problem. But he at least looked old enough to be twenty-one, this angel (obviously the angel this letter is talking about) still looked in high school. Possibly part of the heavenly package. Asmodeus thought, grimacing.

As each of the beings began to approach, Asmdoeus did his best to put the pieces together. The letter seemed genuine enough - however wrong he wished it was. Is this broadcasting? Or is this creep just enjoying this for his own entertainment? I'd like to know. It feels like he'd want to be broadcasting it, I'm sure finding such 'unique' beings is a lot harder than it looks. And he went through all this hard work to pick their natural enemies. Thankfully the Werewo-

"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Asmodeus groaned, "I thought I smelled wet dog." He muttered, folding the letter in half and passing it over to the angel. "First of all, we've barely discussed anything aside from repeating practically pointless questions. And secondly, you do not have a hangover. Isn't a werewolf's metabolism too quick for you to get a hangover any-nevermind. As our lovely shape-shifter here said, some creepy weirdo named the Puppeteer put all six of us here. A vampire, werewolf, fairy, shapeshifter, angel and demon." Asmodeus said, pointing to each one of them as he said it. He spoke slowly, like he was still trying to put this all together in his head. He was normally a fairly intelligent individual, capable of putting together a thousand piece puzzle in less than thirty minutes. But these pieces didn't fit together at all. Were they supposed to kill each other? Kill something else? Find a way off the island? Cause if that was the case, they could probably just get shapeshifting boy to turn into a blue whale or something.

"How he managed to move such abnormal and enhanced beings is beyond me, considering we aren't the average human. So that means this guy is pretty...well, not human either. But definitely not anything we are either. Damn, I don't get any of this. I recognize all of you, but I don't even know your names. And I think glowing kid over here isn't even from this century." He shook his head and started to trudge back over to the spot where his shoes were. "The note says something about supplies being over here behind the first row of trees. We might as well go check it out and try building some kind of tent before nightfall." He said, gesturing towards the setting sun. "It's ironic we'd get dropped here right before night."

Without waiting for anyone else, either because he didn't care or because he was impatient, no one could tell, and he grabbed his shoes and kept walking back into the tree line. And just like the note said, sitting in a row, each leaning against their own tree, were six different bookbags; each had their own tag with a name typed on the front. He scanned the tags until he found his and hastily unzipped it. Inside were three sets of clothing consisting of jeans, white t-shirts, socks, and underwear. It also held two water bottles filled with dark red liquid, one empty canteen, a sleeping bag, and a hunting knife. He scoffed, tucking the knife into the loop of his jeans. "Like I'll need this..."

[Pandle]

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Location;;
The beach -> edge of the forest

Possessions;;
Her unopened bag

Mentions;;
Thomas, Natalia, Catherine, Hunter

Health;;
Migraine, light bruising, thirsty

State;;
Agitated, on edge

The consumer ignites his attitude with his barbed vocalisation of their predicament, his occupying hands offloading the empirical evidence onto their celestial companion. Eyes flashing an equally hostile spirit she clamped her jaws shut to prevent an outburst: if he wasn't being fictitious in his account of their situation it would scarcely do that they rip one another to shreds over the issue of lycan metabolism and metaphorical speech.

"Right, a pleasure, Catherine," instead, Myika rolled the name of their female counterpart into the atmosphere as if to clamp it into her memory. The sensation that she knew these individuals was still suspended in her chest, accompanied by a growing sense of shame at her failure to recognise them with any distinct clarity. She could save her shame for later; the vampire had thundered into a spurt of usual information that could save them from their potentially disastrous first night in limbo. "Wait!" Her bark sounds with alarm as the blood-junkie moves away from their position out toward the trees, but her cry is too late and he vanishes beneath the film of forest canvass. "Did he honestly just go walking in there on his own, without any notion of the danger he could be in?" She stared at the tree-line with a face wrought in horror and confusion. Did he have no sense of self-preservation?! Bloody fool.

"We get abducted by some psychopath and he thinks the best thing to do is pay attention to the letter written by our abductor?" Damn him to hell! Now what choice did they have but to go after him? They couldn't just let him stay in there on his own; whatever was in the warped mind of the Puppeteer, Myika held no fancy for the orchestra of screams and terror that would arise from some unforeseen attack, not least because her skull felt like it was going to split in half given half a chance. "Might we agree that we stick together, at the very least in pairs," exasperated by the sheer ignorance displayed by the unnamed vampire (how could she have forgotten the name of such an absurdly idiotic individual? She didn't usually make it a habit to forget them), Myika made to stride after him, tossing her head back once to see if anyone would follow. "Myika," she added as an afterthought, vaguely hopeful that the providence of her name would encourage them to follow her in the search for the vampire.

Jogging away from the beach, Myika hurried toward the foliage where the vampire had vanished moments before. He hadn't gone far, despite her uneasiness. Perhaps he wasn't as dumb as she'd given him credit for. Offering nothing by way of vocal satisfaction at finding him alive (and unharmed, that was a bonus too she supposed), she stared at the pack open before him with a label of Asmodeus attached. So that was his name then. "What in Fenris' name? First he kidnaps us, then he provides us with tool kits to...to escape? To survive?" Survive against what exactly? Gulping back her anxiety and caving into her own curiosity, Myika padded toward the bag proffering her name and snatched it up, reluctant to open its contents up in whilst in the forest. Forests could conceal too many observers, what if they were being watched at this very moment by something waiting for them to be bending and kneeling, their attention driven on the objects provided instead of their environment? Alert for any signs of approaching offenders, Myika twisted her gaze back around to Asmodeus. "Perhaps we should examine our goods back on the beach," at least there they would have the advantage of seeing any potential attackers approaching.