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»  thread roulette 29, ft. sinagtala & parker
years old 3 posts
Here is your thread for the event. Take as long as you want or need to complete these! All of these prompts have been set up in a way that (hopefully) allows for interpretation; it sets a scene for you to explore and manipulate as you wish. If you have a different idea for how your character responds to certain events, feel free to adjust it! Some of these prompts may take some communication on figuring out which character does what.

As always, have fun!

sinagtala pagaspas & parker kingsley
A hypnotist puts your characters in a dream state of their worst fears. What do they encounter, and how do they overcome it?
PLAYED BY Noted451
years old 17 posts
The stars were out. Tala awoke, their face sinking deeper into the sandy shore it lay on with each coming of the tide. They cough mildly to rid the taste of salt water in their throat. It was not a vigorous cough. This was odd to them. Could it be that they weren’t tossed to and fro in the ocean’s depths for an excruciating amount of time? Or was that something they just assumed? Tala lingered awhile longer lying on the sand, listening to the diurnal beat of the waves, feeling the ocean bubbling up against them, letting their long black hair loose in the current. The stars were out. “Is this…right now?” It damn right better be. How…did this even happen? The stars were out. “I remember…” They slowly got up on their feet, the dreary rush of blood rummaging in their head, “…walking back home. A candle lit at the end of the street,” and before the smell of unbidden saltwater clogged their nostrils, they remember smelling the sharp burning charge of magic, “…and a cloaked figure waiting for me.” Well shit, that could be anyone. Tala heartily laughed aloud, “No use pondering, I guess. Better make a move on.” After a lazy attempt to wring out some saltwater from their hair – and still, water dripped generously from their black locks –Tala began to head for what appeared to be the lights of Mythirl city in the far horizon, obscured and spread by the warm summer fog.

Immediately, they knew something was off. The scenery looked more or less like distant outer shores of Mythril city, but there were a few embellishments: Palm trees not native to a temperate place like Maine, some verdant rainforest like hills in the distance, gnarled mangroves twisting through the coasts. It felt quite like their home back in the Philippines. The whole thing was inviting, but only in the same sense where predators invite unsuspecting prey to come closer. Tala sensed that the whole look and feel of the city could change at a single drop of their footfall. Dreams were always fickle that way.

And, the stars were out -- yet no moon when there should be.

“Oh and, Gamu. It—” Tala tried to summon their familiar, any part of their familiar, any one moth of the collective, any ring of their voice, any glow of their dusty wings. Yet, nothing. Nothing but their own magic sizzling at the tips of their fingers and a foggy path ahead. Tala had no reason to worry. Not yet at least. Their familiar existed in dreams and the within the spaces in-between. Eventually, it should find them in this one. How long until then, however, was the question.

Just as the city was starting to become more visible during their trek, a slight chill seized Tala’s arm. Their mind was calm, but their body felt alert, nerves and senses firing with rapid urgency to move. “This is…sadly familiar,” Tala said to themselves through gritted teeth – and a wry smile. The dissonance between mind and body had them instinctively reach for the one dagger they were thankful to have: a kalis, with a sheath filled with poison. Suddenly, distorted beast and humanoid shapes – like shadows suspended on blackened dust – surrounded them on all sides. Slowly, they approached. Tala gripped their dagger tighter, their free right hand readied mid-air. And then, the shadows lunged forward. As if on cue, signets of glowing light dispelled outward from Tala's right hand. The signets were prepped hexes for direct attack. Shadowed figures dispersed, and Tala deftly fought off what was remaining manually. The figures were small and easy to fend off. But as one wave was defeated, another came. "....." Soon, a wave became a mob. “…ok. Screw this.” With that said, instead of wasting precious energy, Tala decided to make a run towards the lights of this strange Mythril city.

Finally setting foot in Mythril's outer roads, Tala took to a wide alleyway for a quick breather. They peeked out to look at the road in-between long breaths. Yup, still a ways off from the innermost roads. Tala could feel their long black hair sticking to the sweat and saltwater on their skin. “Ugh…I need a hair tie,” they sighed. Just then, they could feel a presence creeping up on them. Noise not just down the alleyway but from all other directions reverberated off the walls. Tala felt no urgency to move just yet. They couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe they weren’t the only sane thing here. Whether they could find solace in that feeling, however, was yet to be determined. Tala gripped their dagger tighter.

((OOC: Chased by shadows...that aren't their own? parker kingsley))
years old 50 posts
It was obvious that this was a dream. There was that vague sight, that wasn’t quite all there. The pictures in his mind’s eye that when he really focused on all he could see were the back of his eyelids. That disembodied feel and lethargic sense of control over their own limbs. But even as he realized this control didn’t get easier. It was slow progress but at least there was progress. The city was strange, but it didn’t faze him in the slightest. Tired eyes slowly drifting from wall to wall, lamp post to lamp post. ‘Lucid dreaming’ he thinks as he gains more control though still feeling like he was floating along a path that emerged for him. He grimaces as he passes storefront, displeased as they reflect to him his true form, his demon form. Slit blue eyes, nubby horns, black bat wings and pointed teeth. The tail like barbed wire flicked nervously as he hurried past. The insecurities of his subconscious slowly surfacing he supposed, though he was too out of it to really understand that. All he knew was he didn’t like it.

There were distant footfalls, the sound of maybe more than 3 people or tings running and then the distant echoes stop as he turns into an alleyway, keen on hiding himself. The sound of running haunts him but doesn’t find him, thankfully as he weaves his way through the city labyrinth. But when he stumbles upon someone else, someone that isn’t as dilapidated looking as the rest of the weird city he pauses. He seems to wake up more, in a sense. Pressed to start interaction the demon tries to speak, and he’s pleasantly surprised when the words come out, soft at first but slowly rising in volume so he can be understood. “Hello.” He began as he lifted a hand up for a wave. “I’m Parker.”

“It’s late, you shouldn’t wander at this hour.” He adds dreamily. As if on cue the previously unlit lamp posts on the street light up. He then put his hands on his eyes rubbing at them to clear away that dreamy haze. He needed to see this clearly so that he would remember. Was he dream walking? But that required touch, right? And to his knowledge, he didn’t know the person in front of him, much less could he remember a reason to interact with him in his dreams. “Do you need me to walk you home?” he added as he reached into his pocket for his badge that he didn’t have. After a bit of quiet rummaging he simply went, “Oh, sorry. I have a number if you need an escort though…” the demon offered, before patting out a flicker of blue flame on the top of his head. “Oops.”

sinagtala pagaspas

ooc: sorry this is super late!! 8')) hope this is ok

PLAYED BY Noted451
years old 17 posts

Despite how soft the voice was, Tala felt a twitch jolt through their shoulders, making it obvious they were startled. Of all the things that happened so far, somehow this pleasantly normal voice spooked Tala the most. Despite their slightly frayed nerves, Tala slowly turned around to face who was talking to them with calm reassurance. They took a long look at this fellow, scrutinizing everything from his sharpened blue eyes to his black bat wings. He had every trait that would say “demon” or “monster”, Tala understood, but something about him was completely different than the shadow dregs currently stalking them. It kept Tala from switching to the defensive and out rightly attacking him. And so, they listened to what the demon had to say instead.

Walk home? Escort? This “demon” was too coherent. Too pleasant. As the street lamps suddenly went aglow and the demon snuffed out the curious blue flame adorning his head (which, admittedly, Tala had been staring at the most this whole time), the mangkukulam let out a soft snicker. “Well now, Parker…” Their calming voice was clearly amused as they replied to the demon, Parker, in turn, “That’s very kind of you to offer. I feel quite grateful for your concern. However,” Tala began to rummage for something in their knapsack. It might all still be a dream, but certainly dream Tala would always be prepared with essentials, or so they hoped. They continued, “I think for you and I both, that just isn’t an option…Ah, here’s one.”

In their hand was a small bundle of assorted herbs and other accents wrapped in a fabric sachet of cassava. This hex was what would solidly convince Tala if Parker was real or not. Although he had a firm grip and awareness of his actions, Parker still had yet to become aware of the present situation. “I think…I think you’re still ’sleeping,’ a soft glow of wisteria light began to emit from Tala’s fingers. They began to draw a small signet in the air right in front of Parker’s face. The small bundle in their hand floated within this signet. “This might hurt a bit. But I guarantee you, it’s gonna smell great.” Then, the bundle burst in miniscule bolts of light, landing on Parker and chaotically traced his skin. The smell of jasmine, sharp citrus, salt, and airy charcoal filled the small alleyway. This was a small ‘hex’ Tala used to help dream travelers feel more grounded in different realms. It worked better for newbies in dream working. It was only called a ‘hex’ because it was more about the pain than the fragrance to wake up its target, but Tala always made modifications.

“My name is Sinagtala, but just call me Tala. We’re in quite a situation here.” Before they could fully finish their thought, a tall shadow dreg turned the corner appearing right behind them. With deft confidence, Tala quickly deflected its attack with their dagger and a quick, bright hex. The dreg dissolved but not before letting out a terrible scream. Not long after the cacophony, Tala could feel a stir in the air. More were coming. “How about we run while we talk, okay? Tala then grabbed Parker’s wrist prepared to run further into city but was willing to wait for him to gather his bearings. They quietly hoped the hex worked. "Oh and, uhh...tell me everything you know. I'll do the same.” Tala said with a reassuring grin.

((OOC: (I should make one of those sachets...) And no worries! :D parker kingsley))
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