We Have All Been Genderflipped 2.0

The world is not as it seems.

What we see on a day to day basis is but a mere tip to an iceberg of reality as we know it. Strange beings flit unseen in the corners of our eyes. Dates, seasons, and years all have significance that extends much further than the weather. The things that go “bump” in the night are not merely imagination, nor are they always the monsters we imagine them to be.

Ethereal energies flow as easily as the river and ride as high as the wind, only noticed by those with such affinities, the earth itself breaths. The ocean is far more interesting than one could ever imagine.

There are places where fire dances in the sky, unseen by human eyes, where water exists in deserts fraught with drought for centuries.

It's a big place, but whatever happens, you will not be overlooked.

The world is not as it seems.

...the last words of some fading dream wash away like sand in a river as you sit up. Looking around you, you realize that the area is heavily forested and the light fog that’s settled in makes it hard to see too far in any direction. Standing up, you realize that this simple dirt road that you’re on leads off in two directions; towards what appears to be the sun, its light in the clouds above the horizon not yet breaking through, or away, into a gentle darkness, not yet lit by the day. To the darker side of things appears to be a clearing about a mile away. Several others are laid out around you on the ground in similar fashion, waking up as you just have.

What do you do?

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Kit yawns and stretches. She opens her eyes, revealing the right is green, the left yellow. She looks around a bit confused. Noticing that there are other people around, she puts the hood of her jacket low over her face. "Did we sleep in the woods last night?", she says out loud. A voice in her mind responds. Last I remember, someone curled up in the back of a pickup to get a cat nap. Guess we got kicked out. She lets out a low growl."Shut up..." An observer may notice her talking apparently to no one.

edited 16th Jun '16 9:08:24 AM by Morgikit

Alex sits in a library, vaguely aware as the sun begins to rise and looks toward the window, looking inside his bag for one thing in particular and letting a vague resemblance of a smile form on his face.

He turns the page he was on and begins writing on the page with a fountain pen... '585 PT, fifth month and third day. On this day, I hope I see a new one of our kind, but that seems unlikely. Perhaps others of a similar nature may be found.'

Alex thinks to himself and starts writing on a notepad, in plain English. "Dear Kemal, I hope you are well and that this finds you in enough time. I hope He finds you in time if you are not, and if I do not may the Erinyes not find you..."

He continues writing and simply looks down while writing, keep to himself and trying to avoid the sun as best as he can.

edited 16th Jun '16 8:45:27 AM by RatherRandomRachel

A boy sits up and yawns nearby. Not fully awake yet, he pulls a pair of glasses from his backpack and looks around.... Well, he's awake now. "W-what the?? This isn't the bus stop..."

He gets up and notices the other people on the ground. His attention focuses on Kit, since she's awake right now. And talking to herself, apparently. "Who're you?" He asks.

edited 16th Jun '16 8:51:42 AM by Daydre

Ignore this, gotta rework in next post since people have started interacting with each other.

edited 16th Jun '16 9:29:02 AM by ironcommando

Clara Fidel felt uncomfortable. She'd slept wrong or something. She'd certainly woken up with no memory in strange places before. It was practically part of her job for this to happen. Looked like she at least still had her clothes on and, after shifting around a little bit, also had her keys and her wallet. No phone, probably left that at home. Her clothes were at least comfortable, just some jeans and a tee with a Vermont State letterman over it and some Vans.

She stood up, not much of a change at 5 foot nothing, and took some deep breaths. Okay, Clara, you've been through worse and you've definitely slept on your arm longer so the pain there'll pass. She checked her hands for signs of injury: still good there, still as ambiguously brown as ever. Of course, then folks started talking. Never a good sign. She pointed at both of them in turn.

"Hey. You human? You human?" She put on a serious glare. She wasn't going to actually leverage anything on them just yet to force the truth out, but the response could still give her some clues. "I'm Clara."

Kit's head darts towards the boy with glasses. He seems to be speaking to her. Who...uh? Morg...uh...Kit. Yeah. I'm Kit. Who're you? She stands up, a little over 5 feet tall in boots, baggy pants, T-shirt, and a hooded jacket, all in need of a good cleaning. She has a beat up duffel bag by her side. She pulls her hood down to avoid eye contact.

Her ears twitch, alerting her to another person moving about. A woman. She avoids eye contact with the angry faced lady. Human? What do I say to that? I don't know. Try casual. "Okay...uh...nope. Not a human. Just your run of the mill extra large ground squirrel." The voice in Kit's head sighs.

edited 16th Jun '16 9:38:10 AM by Morgikit

Well, this wasn't a good start for the day.

"Eisen" wakes up in what appears to be a forested area, a Chinese lady clothed in a white T-shirt, brown khakis, black sneakers, and a belt. Normally, she'd have woken up at just the right time where the taxi would've stopped, but this... this was different. One, this wasn't the place she was supposed to have her job application. Two, this wasn't in the taxi. She opens her eyes and rubs them with her hands, her hair covered in leaves and dirt which she brushes off, sitting down with legs stretched out.

Thoughts race through "Eisen's" mind as she scans her unfamiliar surroundings and frowns as worry sets in when she realizes that she's ended up in a strange place. (So... the job search website told me to go to this place for my new job application? Doesn't look like it at all. Hmm... took a nap in the taxi and- OH GOSH! HOW DID I END UP HERE!?)

Almost immediately and like instinct, "Eisen" turns around to check her backpack and search for her belongings within. (Laptop, check. Headphones, check. iPad, check. USBs, check.) She then fiddles about in her left pocket. (Android phone, check.), then her right pocket (Wallet, Check), before breathing a huge sigh of relief that none of her belongings have been stolen.

"Eisen" takes out her headphones from her bag and wears them with one hand before zipping the bag back up, while her other hand takes out and opens her white Android Phone. She flips it open. The brightness of the phone's screen is easily visible in the fog. Without touching the screen, a 12-digit password is input and accepted, and the applications Chrome and Skype are opened. No sounds are made as the applications automatically open. Now, all "Eisen" had to do was wait for an internet connection.

After finishing her equipment check, the lady turns to look around, seeing many others around her as worried thoughts run through her mind. It appears that two women and a boy who have awoken, and have started conversation with each other.

"Eisen" finally stands up, at around 1.7 metres. She wants to ask the first thing on her mind, trying her best to keep a smile amidst her worry. Unfortunately, talking to people in real life wasn't a very comfortable experience to her... she just wasn't the extroverted sort. She finally musters up the courage to say out a "Excuse me, but... where am I?" to those who aren't in conversation.

edited 16th Jun '16 9:35:44 AM by ironcommando

"Ho... not bad. Not bad at all.~" One of the figures had gotten up quick as a split, instantly putting her back towards the trunks of various small trees grown so close to each other it appeared like a wall to regard the rest of the group that she could see. Any signs of grogginess were wiped away by adrenaline and barely hinted at alarm, the slender girl smirked as if she hadn't been spirited away from her campground, though her intelligent eyes were as hard and cold as the gems she adored. Safety of self always came first in this sort of situation, especially in her line of work.

Surreptitiously checking over her body to find that everything was where it should be and that her traveling pack was near her, Tamaki Asagami finally let herself relax just the tiniest bit since she had the Asagami styled means to work with anything... untoward in the near future. Taking in an overall glance at the people nearby, the smiling girl's quick mind instantly put them in the "similar situation" boat. Good, they weren't the ones responsible for illicit transportation of her person and bodily belongings. Strange that nothing important was taken considering all of the treasures in her inventory, but that was a boon in a situation such as this.

Ears pricking up the sound of a question floating around querulously, the treasure hunter hefted out a small sigh before giving her opinion to the Chinese girl. "No one knows naught where this location is, miss. It seems everyone has been spirited away to some unknown locale." Eyes continued to sweep around and ears continued to perk, the owner remaining on guard just in case either panic or violence set in. She was no spring chicken in situations such as these, no-sirree. Caution would remain a prudent must forever more, lest there be one less Asagami running about in the world. .

"Oh, I'm.. Uh..." He hesitates for a second, almost as if to think about something. ".. I'm Daydre." .. Did he really need to think about what his own name was? Or he could be using a fake name. Probably the latter.

Daydre is about 5'9". He's wearing a slightly dirty red hoodie, a white t shirt, sandals, and cargo shorts. On his back is a backpack that looks like it would fit more properly in a school than... wherever this is. His black hair is tied into a short ponytail, and as mentioned before he wears glasses.

Upon noticing Eisen check her stuff, Daydre does the same. Wallet, knives, 3ds, book, wood... okay, everything's here.. Not that anything besides my wallet would really be worth stealing.

He nervously glances at Clara before responding to her question. ".. Human?.. Uhm, sorta.. I mean yes. Please don't hurt me..." Wait, aren't I supposed to keep that a secret?... Great job, me.

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edited 16th Jun '16 10:33:48 AM by Taco

As everyone present wakes up and gets their bearings, the sun slowly creeps up and over the horizon, shedding light on the topmost parts of the trees in the area. The fog slowly burns off and from the vantage point of all concerned, the shape of a rooftop becomes outlined in the early morning light down the road, not yet in the full light of the day, but visible nonetheless.

inside the library, the sun's light starts to creep through the windows outside, providing a pleasant atmosphere to the room as a whole.

"Eisen" breathed a sigh of relief through her initial nervousness, having found a possible and probable answer to her question, as well as an acquaintance. Her hands, on the other hand, are holding her Android phone, as text involving today's... incident begin writing down without the use of any touchpad. Being held towards herself, it would take a sharp eye to notice the odd occurrence going on.

What helped "Eisen" calm down was that the first person to reply seemed to be the more okay sort to talk to. And to that, Eisen would reply in kind. Her voice was mostly calm as her eyes shifted a bit, but focused on Tamaki.

"Ah. Thank you for explaining, Miss. Some supernatural phenomenon, huh... I guess we should stick together if we want to know how to find a way out."

"Eisen" pauses and hesitates for a few second as she breathed in the cool, receding fog. On the internet, she was usually known for her codename "Eisen". And she decided that, amongst strangers, it wouldn't be a good idea to give away her actual name. Keeping her hand to one side, she briefly looks upwards at the rising sun, as she musters up her courage past her introvertedness. If she wanted to find a way out of here, she had better work with the people around.

The Chinese lady replies with a raised, waving hand, and a calm, genuine smile after what seemed to be a good while, even though it was five seconds. "Name's 'Eisen'. Nice to meet you."

A Chinese lady with a German sounding name... clearly this wasn't a very good cover-up. Her eyes shift again to notice her now brighter, and less foggy surroundings.

edited 16th Jun '16 10:58:03 AM by ironcommando

Some distance away, another figure comes to her senses. Groaning, she tries to pull herself off the ground, only to stumble and slam into a nearby tree. Resting her back against the wood, she grunts in pain.

"Where...the fuck......"

Oh, looks like the fog's clearing away... Hey is that a-

His head snaps around when he hears someone moving. Upon noticing that she's in pain, he rushes over to check if she's okay.

"Are you okay? Also, I don't think any of us know the answer to that question.."

As the sun started to rise, and the new day has begun, Erika emitted a hiss, noticing the sun pull away the fog and darkness, which would have helped for subtle travel, before staying somewhat near the path, but keeping at least several yards between her and the road, aware that the road is often there for civilians and non-civilians alike to travel without fear of getting lost. Peering above and taking note of the sun highlighting the tops of the trees like whipped cream atop finished cupcakes, she thinks better than to take to the trees, knowing the light will eventually reach even the ground, and opted to continue down the path, suspecting the light would eventually blow her cover with a shadow looming ominously like the murderous person in horror movies. Shortly after, she catches sight of the group, and cringes, trying her best to make way to a tree to avoid being found off the bat with a hiss of annoyance to quickly survey the surroundings for an escape route, taking the rooftop revealed by the sun as a likely building to run for. To her, she believes that civilians will take poorly to her appearance if they just saw a snake person slithering about.

Kit can see the rooftop through the dissipating fog. Civilization. Let's check it out. Kit takes a step forward, then stops. "I don't know," she whispers. "What if there's a reason for us being here with these people?" There's a reason for it alright: trouble. And I ain't stickin' around to wait for it. Besides, you know what happens in a few days, right? "Yeah, I know..." Good. Then get movin'. Kit proceeds to move forward.

As Daydre moves closer to the figure, he will start to make out details about her. For one, she has her brown hair cut short and messily. Dirt covers her beige pants and combat boots, with scratches doing the same for her freckled face. Her crimson trenchcoat is slightly scruffed up and covers her black shirt, which has....is that blood on it?

Daydre instinctively shrinks back a little as he notices the might-be-blood. .. Is that blood?.. And is it hers or someone else's..?. Judging by the scratches, he guessed it was hers. There was no way to be sure, though. Approaching a little more carefully now, he mutters "I'll take a wild guess and say you're not okay," half to himself. When he's close enough, he attempts to gently nudge her to get her attention.

"Yeah, I'm fine." As the figure turns to face Daydre, he will see that she has her left hand holding her right shoulder. Her right arm is not only missing, but there is a lot of blood on the right side of her shirt.

*Just an empty dirt road...? Well, not quite. For one thing, there's a fairly plain-looking woman walking down the road, who doesn't seem to have been present a second ago. Perhaps she's in a similar situation to everyone else... She happens to be approaching from where the sun happens to be rising. The woman, who was paying attention solely to the road beneath her, glances up at the sound of voices, and pauses when she sees people. Then, she speeds up to head over to them quickly, power-walking the remaining distance in a matter of seconds.*

"Ey y'all o'er 'ere! Any idea where ah am? Ah don't recognize any of th' surroundin's."

"You're not fine!" Daydre cringes a little once again at the sight of blood. His tone is indignant, but it's clear he's very worried.. A bit odd, considering he's never met this person before. "We need to get you to a hospital or something!"

He looks around to the others. "Can any of you help me stop this person's bleeding or something?!"

On the road, a chubby woman wearing a dark grey hoodie army pants and combat boots awakens with a groan followed soon by a curse as she notices the change in her surroundings.

Sitting up, her clothes gradually beginning to loosen a bit, she mumbles "That was not written in that mission. I will find out who and where you are..". She scans her surroundings, noticing the other people and hastily puts her hands into the pocket of the hoodie. A moment later her hands emerge wearing 4 rings in total , 2 on each middlefinger - as well as the grip of a combat knife in her right hand.

Kit smells blood in the air. She can feel her canines lengthening into fangs as her empty stomach growls. Probably just a wounded animal or something. Pay it no- A growl escapes Kit's throat. Kit, not now. We can get you food later. "Sorrry, Sekhmet..." She runs back towards the scent until she finds...a woman with a missing arm. Kit's fangs recede, and she looks a bit pale. "E-excuse me...do you need help?"

*The woman, hearing the request for help, turns and wanders over to Daydre and the unnamed-as-so-far person. She pauses to take a look at the missing arm business, her face contorting into a faint frown.*

"Tha' ain't s'posed t' be 'appening."

*The woman then turns to take a look around. First, she notices the person with the combat knife, and unhooks her shield from her back as a precaution. Next, she notices Kit's arrival, but doesn't seem to be too concerned either way with her. Then, her gaze catches upon the roof, off in the distance. Squinting a little to see it better, her frown disappears. She turns back to Daydre and unnamed person.*

"There's a buildin' o'er that-a-ways. Maybe someone there can 'elp wit' this better than ah can."