Character Carnival

Don't worry too much. Some of the Troper characters tend to be overpowered, so a power balance is created. My last few characters include a teenage boy that can kill by writing someone's name down, a goddess of death, a vampire, and a spirit processing a Robot Maid with weaponry. Mary's an exception, being The Arthur Dent of the thread.

Mary looked over the people who were sitting down in the living room. They were an unusual group of people.

"Also, do not fight." she said.

Cyrus watched Mary come out.

"I have no intention of fighting anybody here..." he added, leaving out the part about his job description that basically forces him to fight demons off.

Now, Matt was a different story. He was a mercenary of humans, and Cyrus was just an exorcist.

edited 24th May '14 4:58:31 PM by CrystalGlacia

Polly stared down at her feet after hearing Mary's "no fighting" rule. In her defense, she didn't start the fight, but at the risk of sounding like a petulant five year old, she bit her lip and said nothing.

Finally, once Rainer had eaten all of the parts of the clock he deemed edible, he left the broken shell of a timepiece where he'd taken it down and followed the others. He was trying to blend in, wasn't he? So he couldn't — shouldn't do anything out of the ordinary, like ignore meetings like this, he imagined.

OOC: well, being over-powered is story-relative... Rainer I would mostly consider unlucky, though.

"I'll try and restrain myself," Kiora said dryly. She went back to her thoughts, trying to piece together a reason why Kohana would have dumped her in this universe. There wasn't much of a unified conflict so much as a gathering of rather... unique individuals.

She tried to sum up what she knew about each of the people here. Rainer had a monster of some kind in his head that did not like being prodded with chakra. Grimm was, she assumed, a once bright-eyed, optimistic soldier that had his dreams brutally crushed by the realities of armed conflict. She gave a grim laugh. Even when the weapons are different, the atrocities stay.

Valentine was... harder to read. She was probably hiding something, although, in retrospect, Kiora hadn't given the woman a lot of reasons to trust her. The kid with the halo was probably not an angel. Further examination of him with her Byakugan proved he was human. Or, mostly human anyway. There was that eye...

She shook her head again and observed their hostess. She and the others were new to her, so she'd have to just watch for now.

Valentine looked around the others in the room. Though some of the faces she didn't recognize, the ones she did reminded her of her place in this group.

The soldier seemed the reliable sort, but considering his story and her lack of interaction with him, she couldn't be too sure. The twitchy one... well, what see had seen of him meant that she would be keeping a close eye on him.

Which brought her to Kiora. Between their arguements, posturing, and the "Floating Incident", Valentine had no doubts about who whould be thrown in the way of the inevitable trouble once it starts. Hell, considering her interactions with just about everyone up to this point, Valentine might as well be wearing a giant "EXPENDABLE" sign over her head.

"I'll try my best to be civil," she muttered. Might as well try to be nice

edited 24th Apr '11 12:50:15 PM by GIG

OOC: Say if your character decides not to come to the house, so Mary can start her meeting of sorts. Also, it seems like she's very intelligent, or at least Genre Savvy, considering she's actively trying to figure out what's going on.

Mary glanced around the room. Only about four or five of them were there, and she knew that around a dozen of people were trotting around the carnival.

"Do you know who is missing?" she asked, putting her hand on the rim of the base, "Also, you may talk to each other while we're waiting.

Polly turned to Mary. "Evan's not here," she said. The memory of their encounter and the gleam of his knife sprang into her head. "But, I think that's for the best."

"Really? All right..." It seemed like there was an awful a lot of dangerous people around, some that may not go down if shot. A few of the visitors looked wary of the others. She then turned her head to Cyrus and asked, "Do you know where that girl, Lucy, went?"

OOC: I expect someone to have seen the helicopter.

edited 24th Apr '11 3:05:24 PM by chihuahua0

"Tea, anyone?" the magician casually offered as he pulled a teacup on its saucer from his hat, he placed the cup on the table, then covered it with a handkerchief and pulled it away. The cup was now filled with black tea. Before letting anyone answer, he began, "So, what brings you...let's say, 'misfits' to this carnival?" He took a sip and continued, "If by Lucy you mean the hired killer, she just left. This place was probably too hot for her tastes."

Rainer found a chair and, for once, not feeling things ringing in the back of his head like they echoed all the time, finally sort of relaxed. Whatever told him these people were evil was waning. That was himself. He didn't have much of a voice in his own head anymore. The batteries were delicious. The pills were good.

"This is a coven, right?" he asked.

OOC: gee thanks, Grimm, I think we may have another abuser.

I am quite surprised that absolutely nobody noticed that Cyrus was almost killed by a demon outside. He was within eyeshot and earshot of everybody there, the demon was screeching louder than anything else that night, he even shot the thing...

Cyrus closed his eyes, smirking.

"Oh, so that's where she went. Her bullshit-loaded story was hilarious..."

He opened his eyes, then looked over at the magician. "Who're you supposed to be?"

Mary almost did a spit take when she heard about Lucy, who wasn't the normal middle school girl that she presented herself as. How did she escaped the carnival? The bridge would've been too flooded to drive across without being washed into the river. However, that wasn't important.

"Okay, I'll just begin." Mary said, standing straight up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, composing herself. She needed to act confindant, or no one would take her seriously.

"Are we summoning demons?" asked Rainer, sounding worried. He didn't want to begin summoning demons. He felt kind of tasty after eating all those batteries, so they'd go after him first.

@Crystal Glacia: Oops, sorry about that. That I didn't notice that your character almost died. And Happy Belated Birthday, by the way.

edited 24th Apr '11 3:21:51 PM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers

Sorry about what? What is it?

Not the ones I have to take out." Cyrus explained. "To my knowledge, you're not a ghost."

Most demons preferred to just eat ghosts without a body in the way. If they were hungry enough, they might even take on someone like Cyrus, like what happened earlier.

edited 24th Apr '11 3:18:41 PM by CrystalGlacia

"A coven? No dear, while it's true I'm involved with this and chances of a vampire appearing are extremely high, I wouldn't say 'coven'." The magician smiled. "Oh, and would you mind returning my cape? It is an essential element to my visual," he said while glancing to the kid with a...kunai struck in his leg.

"Who're you supposed to be?" asked the exorcist to him.

"Me? That information is irrelevant, but if you insist you may call me...let's see..." The magician pondered for a few seconds. "Ozmond! Yes, Ozmond! A suitable name for a stage performer, don't you agree?"

He shot his gaze to Mary. "Now Miss Malory, mind explaining this place's story? A few hours ago I wouldn't have cared, but after the Ferris Wheel incident...I'm quite curious."

edited 24th Apr '11 3:20:42 PM by Fancolors

Rainer glared at the magician and growled, clutching the cape to his shoulder. This was his. His his his his hiiiiiss. If the magician had wanted to keep it, he shouldn't have thrown it at him in the first place. You don't give out stuff for free and then ask for it back!

OOC:be right back, dinner, because this seems to be picking up again ^^;;

Mary was too occupied to notice the exocist doing his business.

Mary took one more look at the crowd of mistifs sitting in her living room. There was an exocist, a stage magician, a girl that looks like some sort of ninja, a newly made battery-addit in ragged clothes, the person who made him an addit, and one or two who she couldn't tell who they might be. All of them more lethal than she could ever be.

"So," she began. She used what little she knew about speech by keeping her posture loose and her hands loose, "As you know, I am Mary Malone, and I am the owner of this abandoned carnival. Since my grandparents died and the carnival fell into disrepair due to my age at the time, this carnival had almost no visitors in thirteen years."

She walked a few paces to the side, to emphasize her next point, "So, when not only one person arrived in this storm, but around a dozen happened to stumbled upon this carnival, I knew something was up. And when a Ferris wheel passenger car came to live and tried to eat me, I knew that some wacked-out things are happening. So either, I am having some sort of dream, you are just one large acting trope trying to trick me with speical effects, or somehow you all came from alternate worlds and landed here."

She face the kitchen, "I believe it's the latter. What do you think?"

"There are more of you? I don't think I've met anyone else here." Grimm had joined the rest of them and now sat cross-legged on the living room floor.

Grimm sized up the rest of the room's occupants. Firstly, there was the girl who had called them there. He didn't really know what her deal was yet. Did she live here?

The Ninja seemed to be on the straight and narrow, for a character that seemed right out of a Japanese anime cartoon.

Valentine, he wasn't sure about yet.

Sorry for this post's brevity. I'm short for time right now. Well, the week's started back up. That means I won't be able to post nearly as often and there will be long periods of inactivity between my posts. Don't speed ahead or anything, I don't want to get left behind ;)

My character is a magical girl

Polly raised her hand, before quickly dropping it into her lap. So much for trying to be mature.

"Uh...I accidently teleported into your upstairs hallway. You have some lovely furniture."

So, one of them teleported into her house. That was just great.

"I take it that none of you drove here, correct?" she said. Considering what was going on, that was most likely.

"Well, that might explain a bit," Kiora said. Perhaps she wasn't supposed to be here, instead pulled by whatever mysterious force had drawn all these others here. The thought that something could alter Kohana's dimension-jumping spell was very unsettling.

Wait, she thought. If she I'm not where she sent me, she doesn't know where I am! I might never get out of here!

She looked around the room nervously, hoping beyond all hope that her fears weren't true.

Valentine quirked an eyebrow at Mary.

"Are you kidding me? I don't think I was transported here. I got here by... by..."

She paled. Wait a minute, how did I get here? Last she knew, she had walked here. But angel-boy said we are thirty kilometers away from the nearest town. I sure as hell would know if I jogged that far!

"Um, ignore me," she said with a fake smile, "just babbling incessently!"

"My boss sent me here. How he found it in the first place, I don't really know. I'm just here to clean the ghosts and demons out."

That was honestly all Cyrus cared about.

I have to go for a few hours.