A. Arrival [He's lost count of how many times he's gone through this afternoon scene. At first the impressions of people watching were a more natural part of it. He always felt like he was being watched while out here, the woods tense and waiting. But the more it went on the more he felt like he really was being watched, stared at. Judged. Shadows at the edges smudged with the natural shadows around him, making it harder somehow, and yet it also played out how he remembered.
The brush of the wind through the brush, the creak of branches high above. And then the deep growl of the Chaotic approaching him, a bear-like monster with too many eyes, too many legs, too many teeth. A beast that was wrong. Daniel prepared, tamping down his nerves. He'd trained for this but this was one of the first he'd ever faced, and certainly the biggest. And he was on his own. Both of them circled each other, the Chaotic hungry, the young Sentinel anxious.
He made the first move, running toward it. Ducking one large swipe of a paw he brought up the forearm gauntlet he wore, engaging the blade hidden in it and slashing along its underside. It roared, an extra paw threw Daniel aside and then it charged, intent on bringing him down. Claws and blades met several times as it tried to pin him down, but its bulk was ultimately its undoing against the smaller foe. One more stab, the enchantment in the blade disengaged, and- it went down with a ponderous slam.
Daniel staggered back as his hand went over one slash in his arm, breathing deeply. Again the shadows around them shifted and flickered, voices that weren't there echoed, chattering. He closed his eyes tightly, knowing that when he reopened them the memory would replay itself. Just let this be over...
B. Cursed Mariner [The story had been only the vaguest familiar one, but at least it wasn't visiting the forest over and over. Daniel paced the rotting deckwood, looking for lively souls that otherwise didn't seem like they belonged. Scraggly weeds dragged from his limbs, barnacles crusted edges of his clothing, and one eye was covered over by a gnarled bivalve shell that also grew across that part of his head. He was still unsure about this world, about the emblem that glowed in among the other tattoos on one forearm, and what information he had gleaned so far.
But no one could accuse him of not playing the part. So when he wasn't busy ferrying rope here and there, he was pulling willing- or unwilling -people to the feast at hand. If anyone comes close enough there he'll be, a plate of delicious-looking food in hand. Here, take this bread, it has the perfect crinkly crust and soft, steaming, buttery insides. Here is a plate of roasted vegetables, crisped to perfection over a fire. Or perhaps a piece of succulent meat, delicately seasoned and cooked just right.]
Are you alright? You look like you haven't eaten in days! A crewmate of mine, he's prepared lots of food for the picking. Try some.
[Reluctant? Well, there is all that rope mentioned earlier, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. Hope you're quick enough to resist being tied up.]
C. District 1 [Going from the Amphlitheater to here had been a moment's culture shock of its own, but at least he was back to normal now. The continued water theming had him curious about this place, which had him wandering.
Naturally on these wanderings he'd encountered the jellymechs; the first one had even been a physical encounter, with one gently bumping into his head, rolling over and bobbing off along like it'd never happened. That'd gotten an amused, if confused, glance out of him for sure.
But now there was a different sort of encounter. The tiny voice had caught his attention and now he was staring up at one several feet above, caught in the under-corner of a second floor awning. He observes this for a few moments, then turns to the person nearby- you?]
Any ideas? I can get up there with a form I've got, but I wouldn't have the strength to push the poor thing down and out. But I'm open to suggestions.
D. Wildcard [Here's where anything else goes! More roles in the play, more memories, whatever you'd like. And of course, feel free to hit me up at zumidotexe to plot something specific!]
Daniel Kanegem | Original Character
[He's lost count of how many times he's gone through this afternoon scene. At first the impressions of people watching were a more natural part of it. He always felt like he was being watched while out here, the woods tense and waiting. But the more it went on the more he felt like he really was being watched, stared at. Judged. Shadows at the edges smudged with the natural shadows around him, making it harder somehow, and yet it also played out how he remembered.
The brush of the wind through the brush, the creak of branches high above. And then the deep growl of the Chaotic approaching him, a bear-like monster with too many eyes, too many legs, too many teeth. A beast that was wrong. Daniel prepared, tamping down his nerves. He'd trained for this but this was one of the first he'd ever faced, and certainly the biggest. And he was on his own. Both of them circled each other, the Chaotic hungry, the young Sentinel anxious.
He made the first move, running toward it. Ducking one large swipe of a paw he brought up the forearm gauntlet he wore, engaging the blade hidden in it and slashing along its underside. It roared, an extra paw threw Daniel aside and then it charged, intent on bringing him down. Claws and blades met several times as it tried to pin him down, but its bulk was ultimately its undoing against the smaller foe. One more stab, the enchantment in the blade disengaged, and- it went down with a ponderous slam.
Daniel staggered back as his hand went over one slash in his arm, breathing deeply. Again the shadows around them shifted and flickered, voices that weren't there echoed, chattering. He closed his eyes tightly, knowing that when he reopened them the memory would replay itself. Just let this be over...
B. Cursed Mariner
[The story had been only the vaguest familiar one, but at least it wasn't visiting the forest over and over. Daniel paced the rotting deckwood, looking for lively souls that otherwise didn't seem like they belonged. Scraggly weeds dragged from his limbs, barnacles crusted edges of his clothing, and one eye was covered over by a gnarled bivalve shell that also grew across that part of his head. He was still unsure about this world, about the emblem that glowed in among the other tattoos on one forearm, and what information he had gleaned so far.
But no one could accuse him of not playing the part. So when he wasn't busy ferrying rope here and there, he was pulling willing- or unwilling -people to the feast at hand. If anyone comes close enough there he'll be, a plate of delicious-looking food in hand. Here, take this bread, it has the perfect crinkly crust and soft, steaming, buttery insides. Here is a plate of roasted vegetables, crisped to perfection over a fire. Or perhaps a piece of succulent meat, delicately seasoned and cooked just right.]
Are you alright? You look like you haven't eaten in days! A crewmate of mine, he's prepared lots of food for the picking. Try some.
[Reluctant? Well, there is all that rope mentioned earlier, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. Hope you're quick enough to resist being tied up.]
C. District 1
[Going from the Amphlitheater to here had been a moment's culture shock of its own, but at least he was back to normal now. The continued water theming had him curious about this place, which had him wandering.
Naturally on these wanderings he'd encountered the jellymechs; the first one had even been a physical encounter, with one gently bumping into his head, rolling over and bobbing off along like it'd never happened. That'd gotten an amused, if confused, glance out of him for sure.
But now there was a different sort of encounter. The tiny voice had caught his attention and now he was staring up at one several feet above, caught in the under-corner of a second floor awning. He observes this for a few moments, then turns to the person nearby- you?]
Any ideas? I can get up there with a form I've got, but I wouldn't have the strength to push the poor thing down and out. But I'm open to suggestions.
D. Wildcard
[Here's where anything else goes! More roles in the play, more memories, whatever you'd like. And of course, feel free to hit me up at