Name:
Eric Everstorm
Character Source:
Original
History:
Eric was born into a lowly household in the kingdom of Saal, with poor working parents, and was orphaned at the age of two when his mother and father succumbed to the plague. He was raised by the city orphanage, where he spent his early childhood. His basic education came from monks, the caretakers of the orphanage. Turning 13, he decided to take on the last name of Everstorm, as a way to disassociate himself from the family he had never known. After going through the annual tests given to all children the age of 14, the mayor pulled him and a few other aside. Congratulating them, he explained that their innate magical abilities has been judged to be substantial enough to warrant training at the School of Magic. At the very beginning, the recruits were separated based upon what form of magic was strongest in them. Eric tested into the Second Order, the order based upon the manipulation and conjuring of the basic elements: Lightning, Water, Earth, Fire, and Air. Soon afterwards, he discovered limited healing abilities, along with the rare ability to surround oneself with an invisible shield of energy. Going through training, he graduated as a Full Mage of the Second Order. He was assigned an outlying town of the kingdom, and promptly was saying his farewells. Arriving, he settled in, and began his work. His duty was to fulfill the positions of judge and guardian in the village of Fifkor. For five years, rebels had been assaulting various locations around Saal, taking out important public figures. As he was patrolling the forest around Fifkor, he was ambushed, and knocked out. He awoke in a cave, tied up, within a Magic Dampening Circle. Hollin Davar, the leader of the local resistance force, confronted him, requesting that he join the Resistance. After refusing, Hollin showed him spy reports of the King holding the last of the dragons, and draining their life force slowly to forge weapons of Power, blades, bows, and armor that no one had seen the likes of ever before. Moved to their cause after further proof, Eric became part of an elite circle of defected mages, after returning to the village and feigning his death. To do this, he lead a group of villagers to what he said was a potential rebel camp, losing hem for a minute before they came upon him being "stabbed" by several Resistance members, who quickly fled with his "body". After that they, continued secretly recruiting throughout several cities, gaining a larger following. Assaulting the major city of Alkaand, Eric and his mages defeated the governor, who wielded a blade of Power. With it, they raided other outlying cities, all the while accumulating weapons of Power. Finally, they attacked the capital city, Erendor, storming the gates and gaining control of the streets, slowly working their way to the Keep, situated in the center of the city. After taking the keep, they gained access to the Throne room, confronting the King. He held in his possession armor and a blade of Power. In the struggle, Eric was knocked out, waking in the Omniverse.
Physical Description:
No one knows how old Eric is, not even Eric himself, but upon inspection, he would seem to be in his early-twenties. He has a slender build, with fair skin. His eyes are emerald-green, and his hair is dark brown, almost indistinguishable from black. This he wears short. The apparel he appears in when first entering the Omniverse is a dark-green loose-fitting robe made of a coarse material and with a hood that can be drawn around the head to disguise the facial features of the wearer. His heavy boots are extremely sturdy, and are imbued with magical properties.
Stats:
Atk:3
Def:2
Speed:3
Tec:2
Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Attack (1000 OM), Physical Strength (1000 OM), Area Shield Proficiency (400 OM)
Starting Powers:
Basic Super Jumping (300 OM)-As a result of training and his enchanted boots, Eric is able to jump up to 10 meters into the air.
Master Acrobat (400 OM)- Eric is able to perform handstands, cartwheels, and flips with ease, due to years of physical training and practice. This allows him to execute rather unorthodox attacks.
Starting Moves:
Fireball (Ranged Proficiency) (600 OM): When holding his hands one foot apart, he can summon an orb of fire between his hands. It takes one second minimum to summon one suitable for Attack. He pushes his hands forward, releasing the ball. It can be charged up to 6 seconds, reaching approximately double damage at 6 seconds. The longer he charges this attack, the hotter the fireball becomes. They change color as the charge time increases, beginning at red. As it charges, it moves from red to orange, then to yellow, then finally to a glaring white. They can fly approximately 300 feet per second, and deal moderate damage, traveling in a downward arc, falling around one foot every 300 feet. Eric can not sustain this attack for very long, but is able to move while launching them.
Energy Shield (600 OM): Can summon a translucent shield of pure energy, able to completely cover his body or concentrate it in certain area. The shield takes a large amount of energy to summon. The more concentrated the shield is, the more punishment it can take. A full-body covering can take a few moderate damage hits before breaking. When concentrated, such as covering only the chest area, the shield can take much more damage, being able to stop or at least bear most of the brunt of a higher-damage attack.
Sword of Power (300 OM): Eric summons his sword, which appears in his hands after ten heartbeats have elapsed since beginning the summoning. This means that the more peril Eric is in, the shorter the length between heartbeats become, making the summon time slighly faster. As it materializes, this sword seems to form from vapor, condensing into a four-foot long silver blade. This sword is double-sided, with engravings on the blade. The hilt is fine leather, and the sword is a bit lighter than a sword of its size should be. This sword glows with a thin light blue aura, that surrounds the entire blade.
Personality:
Eric is light-hearted, with a tendency to look on the bright side of things. He tries to solve conflict with every means possible before being forced to fight. He enjoys being among others, and is usually very friendly.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
I found the Omniverse when looking at a list of RP's of a guy in another RP (MY first and only, and very small). I clicked on it, and instantly wanted to sign up (Almost, I had to read a bit first).

Reforming , that's what came to mind as Victors now ghostly body began to take shape, he was back at the fountain he had first appeared at , he could almost still feel the pain of bullets ripping through his tender flesh, he had hoped his allies got out of it better than he did . “That damn Thief better have known something useful if I took the bullet to get him out of there." Looking at his surroundings the assassin thought to himself wondering what he would do now that the city had been sacked, the familiar images of cities burning and civilians dying on mass.

"Such a boring way to kill people, if there is no planning or connection to the people you are killing then how can you enjoy it, those barbarians are sure to get what is coming to them! Especially that damn demon, I have him beat down, cut up, bleeding all over the floor and then he decided to shoot me in the back! I am going to have so much fun slicing his throat and watching with satisfaction as he takes his last gargled breath!" The will for revenge grew and grew until eventually Victors ghost form shattered causing him to fall to the ground now in full corporeal form.

“I could always go back to Nippur, no that would be suicide. Odds are the city is over run, and I am not willing to die so soon again. I could wander around the Nexus and try to find other interesting employers, but given how bad that turned out last time I think I will go with another plan, I do not want to spend much more time in this drool place. The head master did mention a meeting place that does seem like a logical choice, I hope I make it in time. I guess a little summoning could help with that" Victor smirked returning to his cocky attitude before focusing OM into the area in front of him, after about five minutes a chestnut coloured Thoroughbred appeared in front of him." I love using the stuff, makes everything so convenient" Victor laughed mounting the beast. With a kick it burst into a run faster than any horse Victor had ever ridden. The young assassin rushed towards the gate to the dunes and within a few minutes was bursting through it.

Okay so Mister Prince Thief and I have been having horroriffic adventures. I showed him some miniseries on Youtube and some little known mythos, (if youre interested, just ask) and then he just starts spouting at me in tongues regaling me with his real life paranormal exploits.

Long story short, I'm a lil fockin' wimp.

Still though, I'm pretty addicted to stories and mythos like this. I REALLY don't like being scared, but they intrigue me for what they are.

If any of you fine writery fiends friends have had a Paranormal, Supernatural, Ghostie Goo, or just downright Odd Experience, feel free to log it down here.*


***DISCLAIMER***

This is not a place for horror stories. These should be events that have happened to you or those close to you(i.e. friends, family)

I had this crazy idea for a mafia game we could do at this site, except the theme is High School. The idea is there are three factions: The Popular Girls, the Outcasts, and the Student Body. The popular girls are bullying other students into suicide, and are way too powerful to even be suspected, so its up to the Outcasts to dig up dirt that’ll knock them off their pedestals.


So basically how it will work is three players will be selected to play the popular girls. These players are entirely immune at night but everyone in the game knows who they are. Each night phase, the popular girls will pick one student to kill. They must pick who’s cell phone they’ll use while doing it.

Members of the Student Body all have their own goals to win personal victories. Three (or more) of these students know dirt about the popular girls, and their win condition is to keep that secret. Each popular girl knows which student(s) have dirt on them and if that student dies, their secret is revealed and they are discredited.

The Outcasts have various investigative roles. They each pick one student to visit during the night phase. If they come across one of the students with dirt and that Outcast has a method to make that particular student squeal, they’ll learn the dirt and said info will be revealed the next day segment, discrediting that particular Popular Girl.

If a Popular Girl is discredited, that player is out of the game. If all Popular Girls are discredited, the Outcasts win.

If the Outcasts are all killed, the Popular Girls win.


How does that sound?

Here’s some roles i had in mind:


Popular Girls
Rich Bitch - (Pick one student during the day to hire as a Goon. See Student Body for more info)

Cheerleading Captain - (Pick one student during the day to interrogate. You'll be able to detect if a student lying or keeping secrets.)

The Pretty One - (Pick one student during the day. You'll learn who visited them the night before.)


Outcasts - (Abilities)
Computer Techie - (Gain info by hacking other player’s computers if they have one)

Village Bicycle - (Gain info by sleeping with people, if they are into that)

Drama Club Captain - (Can manipulate weaker minded students out of info)

Witch - (Cast spells that could accomplish either of the above three, but must choose which)


Student Body - (Win Condition)
Attention Whore - (Convince the Popular Girls to kill you. Always appears to be hiding something.)

Class Clown - (Tell at least one joke each day cycle and survive to the end.)

Slacker - (Refuse to help anyone. Survive to the end.)

Yandere - (You are given one student, persuade the Popular girls to kill them. Always appears to be hiding something.)

Virgin - (Have the village bicycle visit you at night. Always appears to be hiding something.)

Stalker - (You are given one student, must choose to visit target's house three times at night before the end of the game.)

Emo - (Brood at least once each day cycle and survive to the end.)

Hipster - (Act entitled at least once each day cycle. Survive to end.)

Lonely - (Get two or more of the Outcasts to visit you.)

Obnoxious Lovers - (You and your lover must live to the end of the game.)

Obese Teen - (Don’t get visited by any of the Outcasts. Survive to the end.)

Poet - (At least one post every day phase entirely in rhyme. Survive to end.)

Jack of all Trades - (Pick a role from someone who has died and you can become that role.)

Athlete - (Have the Computer Techie visit you at night. Survive to the end.)

Poser - (Pick either Hipster or Emo. You must act as your chosen group twice a day phase. Appears as lying. Once a night, they must call one person to convince them how much they are a part of their chosen group.)

Puritan - (Don't get visited by the Town Bicycle. Must preach a faith once day phase. Survive to end.)

Stoner - (Talk like a stoner once per day phase. Survive to end.)

Everyone's Friend - (Once a night, chose someone to hang out with. Survive to end.)

90s Kid - (Must talk about something 90s related once a day. Survive to end)

Punk Rocker - (Must talk about fighting the system at least once a day. Survive to end.)

Teen Model - (Show off once per day. Survive to end.)


Teacher’s Pet - (Immune to death and interrogation. Anyone who visits them at night is immediately kicked from the game. If it’s the popular girls, it’s whoever’s cellphone they used. Teacher's pet can choose to spy on one person at night and learn their role, but can only get someone caught if targeted for any reason. This student always appears as hiding something. Teacher's Pet wins if they can eliminate at least one person from the Outcasts and the Popular Girls.)

Goon - (Can be hired by Rich Bitch. If player consents, they'll take on the role of Goon for the day. They'll investigate whoever the Rich Bitch asks them to. If that Player turns out to be an Outcast, that particular Goon is considered one of the winners by game's end if you live, if not, they go back to their old role. Each Student Body can only be a Goon once per game. If the Goon in question is an Outcast or a Teacher's Pet, they can choose to falsify their findings. Outcasts or Teacher's Pets can't win as Goons)


Example of dirt keeper:
Dirt Keeper - Idiot (Survive to end, keep secret.)
(Knows cheerleader is cheating with entire basketball team.)
(Weak to Drama Club Captain and Village Bicycle)


So, tell me what you think and let me know of anything I could change or add.

Vworp vworp.

Jade’s feet touched down with nary a pip as she arrived in the Nexus, only a subtle swish of her skirt denoting her entry. Her eyes were immediately put to work in discerning anything from the horizon, searching for an elongated red hood or a rusty hobo perchance, among other peculiar things, while the rest of her more extrasensory capabilities were extending ever outwards to lock onto and identify a portal that would return her to that chilly place known as the Frozen Fields.

As always, the ground was amazingly bright and spotless to the point of being singularly luminous. It was perhaps able to outshine the hundreds of billions of stars in an entire galaxy if the light were to bend across it in a certain, absolutely significant fashion. The way Jade saw it, however, was as an expansive flatland of unmitigated pearlescence, with its peak brightness laying closer to her delightfully sparkling red slippers and expanding outwards in a plane of endless white. Well, not exactly endless, for Jade knew very well that all things had to end sometime, but the illusion was nonetheless still something she became keenly aware of.

Vwor-p.

Shorter wavelengths of light were briefly obstructed in a glimmer of dusty red, furling strangely upon the fluctuating surface of her coat before settling once more into a solemn, gentle fabric gemmed with green; green like the leaves of coniferous trees in the wintertime, painted with subtle hues of shadow and frost-dappled juniper berries peeking through.

The young Witch of Space paused to ensure that her canine companion was still following her and, sure enough, the wolfdog was already seated upon the ground several strides ahead of her, Rebecca still clinging fast to his fur. As Jade blinked at him, totally confounded by his ability to travel ahead of their troupe while still slyly eluding her notice, Becquerel’s tail thumped against the ground with a broad, satisfying whack.

She moved over to stand beside him, disfigured and curling shapes mirrored in their nearness to the portal. When Jade turned to look at it, reflected forms traveling like wisps of smoke over the lenses of her glasses, she was distinctly reminded of the round and glassy nature of frog-spawn, which were as vibrantly colored as shimmering and metallic photonic crystals.

Frogs. How she had treasured them during her passage to a new session did nothing for the great feeling of extreme anxiety she felt at acknowledging their loss; it made her want to chew her fingernails down to the quick in a quibbling mess of tearful sniffles. The little amphibious creatures had been dear to her, and the absolute cutest things ever, and she would gladly fight anyone who said otherwise. If she was of half a mind to do so, at least, which she really wasn’t.

Vworp.

Speaking of fighting, however… the video stream of Nippur had at last drawn to a close, it seemed, and the curtains of a dead, static-ridden screen drew over it. Jade’s eyes skimmed briefly over the limited amount of pings the stream had garnered with a furrowed brow, but then her gaze had again strayed upwards to observe the seamless vworp of the portal as more of her friends and acquaintances came pouring outwards.

Unlike before, when she had been entirely devoid of her Space-oriented capabilities, Jade had been unaware of the barely perceptible sound that accompanied travel between worlds. It was soft, like the pattering of a mouse adorned with rose petal slippers, and it drifted outwards in a concave and intrinsically peculiar manner that wobbled uneasily through the still air. She likened it to the noise a bubble makes right as it is about to pop, a sharp and steely needle pressed to the thin layer of soapy air encompassing its rainbow form, a simultaneous suction and release of trapped breath that shifts into the silence like a stilted sigh.

While she waited, Jade began to mull over what they could actually find to do in the Frozen Fields. With frog foraging out of the question for much of the icy crags and snow strewn mountaintops, it kind of left her at a loss for anything even vaguely spooky or mysterious to investigate. Then again, she was just sure that her Grandpa had not always been wholly certain of what new challenges might have arisen in his past expeditions— it would hardly have been called exploring if he had!

Vworp. Vworp.

What great danger beasts would they encounter? Were there treacherous abandoned mines far below the upper layer of ice and snow just waiting to be splintered into? Would they stumble upon an old passageway or hidden shaft leading down into the dusty, crumbling heart of some ancient ruin from Omniverse antiquity, guarded by warrior ghosts and mighty, magically-imbued spirits? Or would they simply find themselves content with the snowy land around them, the abundant piles of frozen precipitation made soft and perfect for packing into new and uniquely-envisioned sculptures?

Oh, she could hardly wait! Everything in this multiverse was such a profound mystery to her, ripe for solving and expanding upon— it was a spectacularly thrilling change from moping around all day while cooped up on her battleship, waiting to arrive in a new universe and be reunited with a few of her remaining living friends.

Vworp.

But these friends, while not all necessarily living per se, were present and accounted for. The dog-eared girl bobbed excitedly from foot to foot, seeming simply unable to stay still in her ceaseless enthusiasm for life.

“Now go home Link. Regain your lost time! Home.. where you’re supposed to be.. the way you are supposed to be..”

Link sat up, his head spinning and weary. What had happened to him? The last memory he had was of Zelda and her lullaby. She had brought the Ocarina of Time to her lips and played the same delicate notes he had heard many times before and longed to hear once again. The magic intertwined with the notes, coupled with Zelda’s standing as a Sage, flung the Hylian through time.

The Hero of Time saw many things as he twisted through the avenues of time, hardly able to focus on a single moment as he fell back towards his child self. One image stuck with him, something he found himself unable to explain nor comprehend. His thoughts lingered until a sudden jolt ceased his apparent fall.

Link took stock of his new surroundings; this wasn’t the Forest he had expected to awaken in once more. The sheer emptiness, the blank void and pitch black dragged his suspicions away from the Temple of Light, his next assumption.

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Suddenly, the magical pink pony was in an endless void, her bright crayola-colored fur coat contrasted hard against the endless darkness.

“Huh? Where am I?” The pony tried to say, but thought instead. Her muzzle felt wired shut. “Hey, what gives?”

Suddenly, a strange white figure appeared before her. She thought it was friendly because of its wide bustling smile, but she couldn’t help but feel some uncertainty; especially considering she didn’t know what it was. Its figure sort of reminded her of a Diamond Dog, but the head was all wrong and so were… everything else.

One thing was certain, he was really really bald.

Quote:My name is Omni. This is not the world you-

Quote:But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.

Quote:This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

Quote:You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.

Quote:With it, anything you desire can be yours.

The Clown Prince of Crime enters the smooth stone portal and instantly has to get his eyes used to the light of the place. After getting his eyes used to the direct sunlight - something he doesn't see much in Gotham, given he usually heads out at night while Batsy has time to play - he sees a small circle of standing stones surrounding the portal. Likely to make it visible from a distance. the Joker thinks to himself. He walks forward, carefully stepping around the stones. Other than them, all he sees is some plains. He walks away in a random direction. Not long, he sees an oak tree. It's tall, and seems to have some squirrels in it.

"What do you call a squirrel with no nuts?" Joker asks. Instantly, he draws his gun and shoots a squirrel out of the tree. It lands behind the tree with a 'thud,' dead. "You!" Joker says to himself, laughing.

Joker then tucks away his gun and walks forward a few more steps, and, noting the dead squirrel behind the tree, approaches it and begins to debate his options. This may be an important food source, he thinks, but at the same time, I have nothing to carry it with. It would be weird walking around with a dead squirrel in my palms until I get a chance to cook it...Maybe I should try to figure out how that stuff that Omni mentioned works...That...Omnibumbum? No, I think it was called Omnilium...He said to just focus on what I desire...Maybe if I focus on food, I won't need that squirrel...

The Joker starts focusing on something he wants. A glowing orb of Omnilium emerges from him, and starts to form into something. The Joker grips the Omnilium, which has now formed into...A plastic bowl, in purple and green with some cotton candy in it...

Joker picks a bit of cotton candy off with one hand, then pops it into his mouth. "Not very filling, but it'll have to do, and at least I won't starve to death. And it's better than all that work preparing squirrel, anyway."

Joker continues on in his random direction, popping cotton candy happily into his mouth every few minutes along the way. He just left the dead squirrel there, an obvious sign that someone's coming to town.

Seemingly a half hour at least passes, and the Joker hasn't seen much of interest. The occasional tree, and some wildlife, but that's it. He's been popping cotton candy in his mouth over and over for nearly a half hour. The bowl with the cotton candy in it is empty. Frankly, Joker's surprised it lasted this long. And now, he sees a road. It's made mainly of hard dirt. There's likely some other materials in there, but Joker honestly doesn't care.

"Finally, a road...I thought that the plains and the trees were all there was to see about the Omniverse. And that wouldn't be very fun, would it?" Joker says. He starts following the road in the direction opposite of where the portal would be. A rabbit hops by. Joker drops his cotton candy bowl and pulls out his gun.

BANG!

Joker picks the bunny up, hides its face with his free hand, and holds it to the side of his head. "I think I need medical attention, my face appears to have been blown off. What's up, doc?" Joker laughs again, drops the bloody, lifeless bunny on the road and continues following the path.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Adam closed the lip of his laptop.

Okay well this is bad. Or at least very much not good. About as far from good as it was possible to get, really. Of all the people and things to have managed to end up here with him... He had ended up here. The very same one who had been responsible for so much pain that it had been the single wakeup moment needed to get Adam to really catch on to the full extent of his Time powers.

In hindsight, maybe, not the worst thing that could have happened. But it had still been enough to steal something impossible to replace. Every one of his friends that remained had told him time and time again not to bother with it and to let it go, but that just really wasn't his style. He'd let it just keep picking and picking at him, until he'd done something incredibly stupid, and almost ended up getting both himself and Rhys killed.

He wouldn't have minded terribly losing himself to the consignment of eternal wandering among the dream bubbles, but he kind of didn't want that to happen to anyone ELSE on his watch. So it was a sore subject. And it had only gotten more sore every subsequent encounter until things had hit a head and it was at the kill or be killed moment.

Recalling it now, after having deliberately pushed it out of his mind for so long, almost made him sick.

And he actively turned his attention away from it, to anything else. "Not focusing on the crazy, possibly still homicidal troll right now. No, not doing that..." He insistently batted at his forehead with the heel of one hand, scowling deeply. Letting himself get caught up in dark thoughts like that wasn't going to accomplish anything.

"NAK."

The steady, light pattering of his small reptilian comrade finally reached his ears as the red-skilled creature came slowly into view, dancing back and forth in the seat of the absurd spider-walker-contraption Adam had summoned to get himself and that clowny jackass Gamzee here, what felt like months ago back in.... What the heck was it? Ambrosia? Yeah, that place. So god damn colorful and full of absurd animals and such. It felt like one giant fever dream, looking back on it.

"Good lord, I actually summoned this thing.... Dang, I almost forgot about that. Have you really been just sitting around keeping an eye on that thing this whole time?"

"NAK."

"You really are the best friend a time god could ask for."

"NAK."

"Right. Well, best get a move on from here... Gettin' pretty sick and tired of this place." And he hopped into the passenger's seat of the mechanical monstrosity, the small reptilian stand-in pilot scurrying around to settle into the driver's seat with only a "NAK" as per usual. And without further ado they were off. The relatively tiny reptile's piloting skills weren't all that great, but somehow managed to keep the spider-vehicle on a mostly straight course. It was especially remarkable, given his lack of actual hands. Or even thumbs.

Adam busied himself with staring at the medal he'd earned from the Colosseum, pondering over just whether or not it was even anything worth it in the end. He'd managed to learn, from all of this, that death didn't really work quite the same as it did back home...but it was just as impermanent. Little more delay on the whole thing, if his personal measure of time was any judge, but how long it took didn't really bother him much, so much as the actual non-permanent factor of it all. He was very much a fan of not staying dead whenever he inevitably fucked up again. And he had a track record of making astoundingly bad decisions and fucking up in the most spectacular of fashions, so it was really only a matter of time. A loss in a round of mortal kombat wasn't going to be his only run-in with the absurdity of death dreams during however long he was going to be sticking around in the Omniverse, he was pretty damn sure.

But hopefully the next stay in that area would be...a little ways down the road, at the least. No time soon, as it were. It was dark and unpleasant, and lead to nothing but strange dreams.

But aside from this whole learning about death thing, the entire sequence of stupidity and violence had done pretty much nothing for him. Earned him a new enemy from the first round, and terrified him so earnestly he didn't expect to sleep right for a while. And died. And then wound up pulled right back for some inane third place match.

It had forced him to redouble his efforts to pull his old tricks back to use and come up with a new one or two to keep up and save his ass, which was always nice and only boded well for his continued future existence. But more than anything it was one giant pain in the ass. It was almost certainly Gamzee's fault for bringing him here. He was positive of that.

......speaking of which, where the heck was Gamzee, anyway? Or his shouty, angry little pal? Kit-kat? Crab claw? Card-cab? Fuck it who even cared. He was small, angry and always had something derogatory to say. Very much like Adam himself when he was in a bad mood. Which he had been in for most of his stay here. But that was a personal comparison Adam really wasn't ready to go about taking any further. Any similarities between himself and angry trolls were things he wanted to leave for never.

Never was good.

"Alright, buddy... Off to the Nexus and whatnot. We got a meet up to get to. Dunno when the others'll be gettin' there what with time being all weird as hell in this place, so best get to gettin'."

"NAK."

"Yeah the way we came in. Through the weird gate-thing. That way."

"NAK."

"Hell if I know. I had other things on my mind at the time."

"NAK NAK NAK."

"No we're not waiting on them. We're not looking for them. He's a big troll, and so is his pal. They can take care of themselves."

"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK."

"SHUT UP I DON'T CARE WE'RE LEAVING THEY MIGHT BE PART OF THE GROUP WE'RE GOING TO MEET ANYWAY."

"NAK."

"You are approximately the size of a football. Remember that."

The reptile finally shut up and focused on his driving at that.

".....that may have been uncalled for. Sorry."

"Nak."

"Gonna just....focus on summoning some stuff. Cold weather gear, make some adjustments to some stuff. Got an idea for something that might come in handy."

"NAK NAK."

"Yeah I'll remember something for you to wear..."

"NAK."

"Yeah, yeah, heated stuff. You cold blooded little.... Thing." Adam shook his head in exasperation. Sometimes contending with these silly reptiles and their silly biology was so taxing on his mind. He really envied Rhys for that reason. At least his Consorts hadn't been cold-blooded. Or... Were they? Who's hadn't been cold-blooded? Someone he knew. It... It was Rhys, wasn't it? He didn't have any other friends to speak of, so....

"My head hurts."

Hey. On other forums I like the host/participate in writing battles. It's a completely OOC thing. Basically two (ish) people agree to compete and they get assigned a random topic to write about, with a limit and a deadline. Then people vote for a winner. There are no prizes or anything, it's just a fun little thing for people to do. I like them because it gets me writing even when I'm in a drought.

Is it okay if I did something like that in the Creative Corner?