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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:31 pm
.•´¯`•-> Private RolePlay for Dreamers Nova and Leid <-•´¯`•.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:38 pm
.•´¯`•-> Figment <-•´¯`•.
indent“Figment” released less than a month ago but the number of players flocking to it beat even some of the most popular online games. Within the game, the players are able to take part in series of quests, taking them to one of the several hundred dungeons to gain experience and rare items. Being the first even game to completely envelope the player in completely realistic game-play, where they can actually feel and live within the game, the game was destined to go off with a bang. However, the response was extraordinary. Millions of people waited outside their electronics store just for the release and ever since then, the player count has continued to rise. This doesn’t make Figment crowded, it retains the capability with a vast array of locations. This is all on one world, which is guaranteed to be lag free, for the best possible game experience.
indentHowever, if anything, there is one flaw to Figment’s layout. But on the other hand, it engulfs the players. Unlike normal MMORPGs [Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Play Game], Figment’s advanced technology takes the player’s appearance into account while creating the character, though it is still possible to change hair and eye color, skin tone, race, along with their class, etc. Also, Figment disables the players to work as the opposite gender.
indentAlong with other players, players are able to communicate with NPCs [Non-Player Characters]. They have been designed to meet the user’s wants and wishes in the best possible way to keep the game-play as realistic as possible. Players also have the chance to speak to GMs [Game Masters] who work directly for Figment at their headquarters.
indentThis brings us to the problem. Recently, there have been bugs revealing themselves all around Figment. NPG characters are beginning to retain memories, creating AI [Arificial Intellegence]. The members of Figment are desperately trying to correct this problem and they have kept it extremely quiet, no one outside of Headquarters knows of it. Game Masters have been sent to examine questionable missions, characters, and locations. These AIs act like humans, there is nothing odd about them besides being “logged on” 24/7.
indentOur story begins here. A person in the real world just bought Figment, hearing about the good reviews after being pressured by their friends. Upon joining Figment, this newbie stumbles upon an AI. However, their existence is unknown to them. Thinking that this AI is just a normal person, this player befriends it and allows it to lead them through Figment on a journey they never imagined would come from just a game.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:51 pm
.·´¯`·-> Skeleton <-·´¯`·. [center][size=24][color=postingcolor]✖• FULL NAME GOES HERE •✖[/color][/size][/center]
[size=11][color=back][b]Name[/b] ;;
[b]Age[/b] ;;
[b]Gender[/b] ;;
[b]Appearance[/b] ;; [[a picture in [url=blank][x][/url] format]]
[b]Figment IGC[/b] ;;[[a picture in [url=blank][In Game Name Goes Here][/url] format]]
[b]Clothing[/b] ;;
[b]Background[/b] ;; [[Relatively thorough. Like, how did your character get into Figment, but before that explain a little about their life.]]
[b]Username[/b][/size][/color]
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:52 pm
.·´¯`·-> Leid <-·´¯`·. ✖• Liam Ni Shu •✖ Name ;; Liam Shu
Age ;; 22
Gender ;; Male
Appearance ;; [x]
Figment IGC ;; [Moralagos]
Clothing ;; In game attire is short dark hair, pale skin and lean build. Costume is white top, with a high neck, gold trim running along the long sleeves, gold and platinum bracers are fitted to his arms, black slacks with gold trim like the shirt, and elaborate boots with golden buckles. His armor is golden as well, a breast plate covers his front, shin guards gleam above his feet and a buckler is strapped to his off hand. His weapon his a delicately decorated sword.
Background ;; Liam is a third child our of four, he has two older brothers and one younger sister. His parents were born in China but moved to America when Liam's oldest brother was born. Liam didn't do great in school on his own, usually needing the help of his brothers to get his homework done. It's not that Liam isn't smart, he just couldn't be bothered in paying attention or turning in assignments. He never really knew what he wanted to do with his life, and spent all of his free time on video games.
Now twenty-two, Liam is in college working on Web and Graphic Design degree from a technical trade school. He is still a video game addict and shuns the light of day to work on projects or entertain himself.
While searching on the internet for hot new games he learned of Figment and found it to be a must have. He could game all day, game in his sleep and fit in more time for his projects. Plus it being such a realistic experience he was stoked to run around in someone else's body for once than his own.
Username;; Leid✖• Her Royal Highness Princess Marimyn Pagothwai •✖ Name ;; Marimyn Pagothwai
Age ;; 18
Gender ;; Female
Appearance ;; N/A
Figment IGC ;; [xx]
Clothing ;; The lovely young woman's long brown locks fall lightly over her shoulders. She wears a black corset, a black short skirt, black leggings and boots. She wears a white cotton top to offset the colors. With her she carries a master work violin as her only protection. The music she plays from it creates incantations to invoke different spells she knows, most of which are healing and protection, but there are a few that do have damaging effects.
Background ;; Programmed to be born into the lap of luxury, Marimyn learned all the things a princess would need to know like sitting there, and looking pretty. One day a band of thieve snatched her up from her daily horse ride and was hidden away to play music for the thieves and possibly little else because they were only programmed to take it that far. As the poor princess toiled at the strings of her instrument something churned inside of her, something became aware.
One day Marimyn stood from the place she had been forced to sit, removed the single shackle from her ankle and dared to do something no princess in history ever thought to do; she walked away. The thieves didn't even seem to notice as she grabbed something easier to travel in and head off. The young woman didn't return to her castle, instead she wandered around, playing her violin for the weary adventurers, healing their wounds. She spoke with them and listened to their weird questions offering the few answers she could give them, but mostly milled about, only befriending and keeping an eye on only one or two people, one of them calling himself a GM, whatever that is.
Username;; Leid
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:59 pm
.·´¯`·-> Dreamers Nova <-·´¯`·. ✖• Avalon •✖ Name ;; Avalon
Age ;; Approximately 20
Gender ;; Female
Appearance ;; N/A
Figment IGC ;; Avalon
Clothing ;; Black wrapped cloth as a shirt, wrapped around her neck and then brought down to cover breast area where it ties on the side of her ribs after a wrap around her. Black egyptian style knee-length skirt with gladiator style leather shoes.
Background ;; Avalon was born into Figment as a NPG. She was originally the boss of a high level dungeon. This dungeon is called Insula Pomorum, a desert scape with thousands of dead apple trees scatter throughout. She was programmed to wander the field and help player characters through the dungeon, leading them towards the resting place of Excalibur before killing them from behind.
However, a personality began to form from all this contact with players. Though she never let anyone touch Exalibur, the treasure of Insula Pomorum, she no longer found herself intent on killing them. Eventually, she learned enough from the players she found in the field to interact just as a normal player would. Everything about her is normal except her abnormally high level due to the fact that Insula Pomorum is recommended to be a party quest dungeon because of its many bosses, such as Arthur, Lancelot, Morgan le Fay, etc.
Eventually, one of the players led Avalon away from Insula Pomorum and she discovered the teleport spots. This allowed her to interact with even more players. However, though she was far away from Insula Pomorum, she always knew when someone was challenging the other bosses or anywhere near Exalibur.
Username;; Dreamers Nova✖• Adam McMahon •✖ Name ;; Adam
Age ;; 17
Gender ;; Male
Appearance ;; [x]
Figment IGC ;; Revive
Clothing ;; A plaid thin shirt left open which is under a leather waist-band and brown aladdin pants pushed into leather boots. The top hat adds stats which is the only reason he wears it. GMs are ordered to wear a GM medal which he keeps close to him. GRay wings mount on his back, they are retractable and appear as light rays and even give the allusion of just being light and not solid. Like this with different colors and patterns.
His GM Uniform: White silver breastplate with the GM Figment Emblem on the chest with soft gold tinted chainmail. White silver hip guards with offwhite pants with white silver feet guards/shoes/boots.
Background ;; Adam was born with a dad, his mother left after she gave birth to him. His dad is a computer game designer who helped make Figment real. He grew up like a normal kid and he doesn't have a mother complex. Though his dad showered him with his games, Adam never was a geeky kid. Most of the time he would rather do athletics than play one of his dad's crazy creations.
One night when he fell asleep, his dad put the Figment helmet on his head so he could be one of the first Beta Testers. After getting over the confusion of it, Adam managed to create his character Revive, who looked exactly like Adam. Though he was young, his dad convinced his co-producers to give him the title of GM and pay Adam while doing so. They agreed and Adam became the youngest GM for Figment.
His father is also a GM. Unlike his dad though, Adam decided to not depend on the Figment producers for weapons and started doing his own quests. This was when he earned Icarus's Wings. It was also his first encounter with an AI. Over time, Daedalus turned into a creature with emotion. He begged Revive to spare Icarus but just as he spoke, they saw his son diving into the ocean. Adam managed to jump in and save Icarus from drowning but once he pulled him out of the water, Daedalus disappeared, leaving on his wings and Icarus melted in his hands.
After reporting this to his father, the creators of Figment started the search for the A.I.s. While Revive was searching, he ran into a girl player. After speaking with her for a while, he found himself friends with her and maybe a little bit in love.
Username;; Dreamers Nova✖• Gwendolyn Hayes •✖ Name ;; Gwen or Gwendolyn
Age ;; 17
Gender ;; Female
Appearance ;; [x]
Figment IGC ;; Dart
Clothing ;; Gwendolyn's Dart inside the game is usually dressed in dark leather, as shown in the picture, with dark eye makeup that streaks to the side of her face and her hair dyed strange colors (usually, but not limited to, teal).
Background ;; Gwendolyn was born into a normal family with two parents and an older brother. Through his influence, she managed to get into playing video games. Her brother was a geek to heart, always bringing home new releases and different things for his little sister to play. Eventually, her mind was polluted beyond redemption. She was molded out of the cute, innocent little girl who loved barbies into someone who loved watching horror movies, playing shooters, and dressing darkly.
When Beta Figment came out, her brother, Jamie, immediately picked up two versions of it from one of his friends who worked for the company that created Figment.
Jamie created his character Axis, a blue haired magician. Her brother trained Axis through several levels of magicians, going from just a plain magician to a wizard, and then a warlock.
Oddly enough, Gwen's character ended up having blue hair as well. Instead of following the path of a magician like her brother, she became a Double Swordsman. From there, she class changed at level thirty into a Double Cross and then at level seventy into a Dual Metal. She managed to craft two unique weapons that are called Jagupard.
They set off on their journey, making it a bit of a competition on seeing who's in the lead level wise. A lot of the time, they would try out PvP and beat each other up during the nights. Sometimes, their fights even carried into the day. A few weeks after the universal Figment was released, her brother moved away to college so the only way they could hang out was in the game. They became dependent on it for a while.
Username;; Dreamers Nova
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 2:26 pm
.·´¯`·-> Reserved <-·´¯`·.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 2:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 4:24 pm
✖• Liam Ni Shu •✖
~Moralagos~
You're getting closer to pushing me off of life's little edge, 'cause I'm a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're_holding_the_rope_
.a.n.d. .i. .a.m. .t.a.k.i.n.g. .t.h.e. .f.a.l.l.
Liam had been waiting for his shipment all day and was practically dying with out it. He had to order it from the site and have it shipped to his dorm room. If it didn't come on Friday then he'd have to wait until Monday most likely, then he probably wouldn't want to risk playing it until the week end came again. He read all about the game and how you can get a full night of sleep while playing, but he wanted to be absolutely sure it wouldn't leave him groggy for his morning class on Monday. He managed to spend the day working on a project for one of his classes, working through lines of code to make sure a website worked perfectly, flawless load times for all the graphics he had made. It was pretty good, but he knew there were things his teachers would point out in some of his images, how maybe the style wasn't just right. He looked over the images one last time figuring he'd leave them alone. Maybe his teachers wouldn't bug him for the style he chose. He was trying something new; some vector flowers in pink and purple for the site. He needed to show range, he usually had too much detail and large image files which killed his load times. He, also, never used pink. Needless to say he was a little worried.
As if beckoned by the Gods a knock on Liam's bed room door broke his already wavering concentration. Then a voice called in to him. He recognized it as one of his two room mates.
"Yo, a package came for you, man!" called the voice from the other side of the door.
Breathing a joyed sigh of relief Liam tapped a few hot keys, saving his project, and rushed to his door. He clasped the cold knob in his hand, turned and ripped the door open.
"Oh, ******** yes!" he exclaimed, pulling the package from his room mate and turning back into his room. He fell to his bed trying to punch a hole in the tape holding the box together to get at his game.
"You're welcome," his room mate said with mock disdain. "We're getting pizza, you in?"
"Oh, s**t. Thanks, man. Uh, yeah. I'll get whatever."
With a few parting words Liam was left to his new box of goodies. After a bit of fruitlessly trying to poke into the tape he got up and grabbed a box cutter he had for just such an occasion. He did tend to buy things from the internet a lot and ran into this problem often. While the pizza was being ordered the excited young man hooked the game up, looking on the internet to make sure he had everything he needed, he looked over the instructions and plugged everything in. He wanted to try it then, but also felt a rumble in his gut for some pizza and soda. He'd wait.
Soon enough the pizza came, the three boys sat and watched some television together and when Liam had just a little more than his fill he got himself ready for bed, figuring he'd turn in a little early just to test his new game out. He brushed his teeth and used the toilet before showering and changing into his pajamas. Finally, after so much waiting he laid in his bed, hooked himself up, and closed his eyes.
Before he could realize it, Liam was transported into the game, or, rather, the game was uploaded right into his head. Character creation as a breeze and not before long he was playing the game as Moralagos, a young and handsome fighter who used a blade, and could cast small spells with his off hand.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:08 pm
※ Ѧvalon ※ And every now and then
Life begins again
I am holding on
Still holding on"Wow, everything seems so real!" A girl exclaimed after stepping out of a teleport portal. Why would it be real? Dumb girl... Avalon's blue eyes wandered after her. Her reaction was common, she saw many others exit the portal and announce her exact words. It doesn't make sense to me... but it seems like all of these people talk strangely. She heard words about some place known as the 'real world', did they mean Capital Palace? Capital Palace was where everyone started off, it was their hometown. As one grew up, they could move around to other parts of the world and then have their own little children. The towns were now populated and the number continued to increase.
She kept trying to learn more. It seemed like helping the people who came from the teleport portals granted her more information, just like a quest. They spoke to her with questions about where she was really from. Avalon would always answer Insula Pomorum and they would either laugh or give her an odd look. Then, when she returned the question they would all say places Avalon never heard of before. She even searched for places in the teleport portals called 'California' and never saw or heard of such a place in Figment. However, everyone else but her knew where California was... Avalon gave up on asking them to take her there, they'd just laugh and call her a kidder as if it was a joke.
A soft sigh came from her throat. Everyone who stepped out of the teleport portal immediately grouped off. While in groups, Avalon found it harder to gather information. They spoke back and forth to each other about confusing subjects. What was a hospital? Who were the police? What was coke? While helping others through dungeons, she found it was easier to question them and they'd give direct answers. It'd always be giggles and laughter in large groups. From what Avalon learned, it was called 'annoying'.
Suddenly, Avalon turned her head to stare at two girls running up to her. From what she remembered, they came out of the portal around an hour ago. They grew to level three in that time and wore some bounties as proof of their victories. "Thank you about the information about that field! It turned out very helpful." One of them smiled at her, the corner of her lips reaching her pointy elf ears. She was training to become a Magician and further more a cleric. Her friend, a human sword user, needed training to use a zambato as she wanted.
"Your very welcome." She answered, standing up from her resting position. Avalon stood almost a foot higher than the two. It was another thing that she found different, not many of the girls were her height. People commented about her, saying that she was at least 6'0". They also called her an 'amazon princess' but Avalon had yet to figure out what it meant. "When you two are ready, head past that gate and you will find yourself at an area for your current levels." The two thanked her and scampered off. Due to the friend request they sent her earlier, Avalon could sense if they were online or not.
She found herself sitting down again and staring at the portal. Another person came out. He was alone and didn't flock to the others like some sort of bird. Dark hair fluttered over his purple eyes, it was a look Avalon didn't see much of. Immediately, she knew his name was Maralagos, a Blade Master in Training. "Excuse me, but are you new to Capital Palace?" Avalon spoke, even though her voice was gentle, it stood out. The more people I know, the more I can know. Normally, Avalon wouldn't waste her time with people in Capital Palace. Her home town was Insula Pomorum and it was relaxing there. Not many of the people she spoke to would go as far as 'annoy' her, only question her about the whereabouts of things. Avalon liked the cycle, it meant that they wouldn't disturb Insula Pomorum's peace.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:29 pm
✖• Liam Ni Shu •✖
~Moralagos~
You're getting closer to pushing me off of life's little edge, 'cause I'm a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're_holding_the_rope_
.a.n.d. .i. .a.m. .t.a.k.i.n.g. .t.h.e. .f.a.l.l.
Liam's tall and handsome avatar stepped through the portal, the bright sun glistening off of his polished armor. It barely even took a moment for for the pudgy young man to feel perfectly normal in his new skin. It felt real and he thought about it, how it was like real life, and didn't feel like a dream. He worried for a moment about not being able to wake up. However, the worry was quickly replaced with the thought that he'd at least be able to die knowing such an experience as this, possibly locked in battle with some great foe. Becoming so quickly engrossed in this new world he decided to stay in character the best he could. If he had the chance to be someone else, he might as well completely change who he was.
Moralagos's piercing gaze found a tall and strong woman walking toward him which purpose. She came to him and addressed him directly. He took a casual posture, looking her over. She was stunning, truly, and she looked alive, albeit a bit tall for a woman. Her voice was as amazing as her features; powerful, alluring, direct. She commanded respect and attention. Moralagos was all too happy to oblige.
"Yes, my lady, I am new to these lands," Moralagos spoke, his voice low and smooth. Liam had played with the voice settings, giving himself a more manly and desirable tone. For a moment he didn't recognize it to be his own voice, but the eerie feeling soon faded and he continued, "What can you tell me of yourself and these lands?" While Liam wasn't completely sure of what to do he managed to get by with the sheer confidence in Moralagos's voice. His friends wouldn't be able to believe it, this was amazing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:25 pm
※ Ѧvalon ※And every now and then
Life begins again
I am holding on
Still holding onNew to these lands, eh? Avalon stared at him, for a second he seemed out of it. "I am Avalon and this is Figment. Your current location is Capital Palace--" Her voice stopped as soon as someone came into sight. Shining wings hung from his back and Avalon's eyes caught his. Quickly, she turned and wove through the crowd. Even though she disappeared, Avalon felt a shiver run down her back. Those were Icarus's wings. WIth one single glance back, she saw that her place by the newcomers side was taken by a NPC. The GM was no where to be seen. Her heart raced and her palms sweat. Ever since she could remember, Avalon carried a phobia of GMs. She needed no reason behind it besides instinct.
The NPC that took Avalon's place immediately welcomed Moralagos to Figment. "Goodnight, sir." The greeter spoke, a smile plastered on his face. She saw this happen again and again, they'd always do the same thing with errors. It was amazing. How could they be so flawless? Avalon wondered, it just didn't seem possible. She could stutter over her words, why couldn't they? Every action they made seemed planned and nothing phased them. Avalon saw how the people who entered through the teleport portals treated the greeters, it was in no way polite. It was almost as if they didn't consider them to be the same intellegence. "Welcome to Capital Palace, your birthplace." The greeter spoke with a happy voice, "You have decided to be a Blade Master. If you want to rethink your choice, please seek Arabelle to the west. She is located in the Nursery. If you wish to continue on your route to become a Blade Master, please find Darcy to the north. He is located in the Blade Facility. If you have any questions, please ask one of us and we will direct you to your destination. Thank you for choosing Capital Palace."
Stop watching. The GM saw you. He'll be looking... Even though her height eclipsed many, Avalon managed to weave through the crowd deeper, her dark locks almost like a target glued to her. She exited the east gate of Capital Palace and disappeared into the field. It was a low level dungeon and it was no trouble to sneak through it undetected. If Avalon wasn't in a party, then monsters weren't aware of her. But this was just a theory. Nothing seemed to come after her while the other people were bombarded.
Avalon stopped escaping when she realized nothing was coming. But still, her heart pounded in her chest. The GM gave her a scare... Just the reminder of him made her sick to her stomach. He wore Icarus... Oh, Icarus, why did you fall? Avalon crouched closer to the soft grasses. She sat in Elysian. Long grasses and wild flowers surrounded her. An odd feeling came over her. Why did that GM murder Icarus for his wings? There was no need for it. Avalon felt attached to every boss in every single field... but she didn't sense that Icarus vanished and that scared her. What if Excalibur vanished too?
Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. Automatically, she jumped up and located the nearest teleport portal, finding her way back to Insula Pomorum. The silent apple trees were buried further into the sand than the last time she visited. Though no life occupied the wood, the apples surrounding all the death were red and alive. The wind sped up, sending mini tornadoes to gather the ripe apples from the sand. While she was in Insula Pomorum, Avalon felt in tune. Outside this place was too different for her. She stretched out her legs and laid down in the golden sand, letting the sun rays shine on her body. Exalibur is safe...
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 10:01 pm
✖• Liam Ni Shu •✖
~Moralagos~
You're getting closer to pushing me off of life's little edge, 'cause I'm a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
You're_holding_the_rope_
.a.n.d. .i. .a.m. .t.a.k.i.n.g. .t.h.e. .f.a.l.l.
Moralagos listened to the woman as she spoke, intent on her words when suddenly she ran off, blending into the crowd. Before him stood someone else. How odd. This person didn't seem the same. They seemed fake. This had to be an NPC, that woman must have been another player. He looked across the way as the NPC spoke to him. The man with the wings walked along, his dark eyes vigilant. Had she hacked the game and was now black listed? Why wouldn't they just ban her account or character? Maybe they couldn't! This, needless to say, was interesting. He heard where he was supposed to go and kept it in mind but moved away from the NPC and followed the path the tall Amazon took.
Moralagos pushed his way through the throng, running at full speed. It hit him, he wasn't breathing hard at all, there was no stitch in his side and with each stride he didn't feel the resistance of his own body dragging him down. It was a beautiful feeling that gripped his chest and he almost lost himself in the happiness of the moment. To be a beautiful person and not himself! He allowed himself to revel in it, but managed to stay focused as he pushed forward. He just barely caught sight of the woman making her way through a gate to the east. He hurried after her, passing through the NPCs and other people running about, their chattering filling his ears like a loud hum, a sea of words filling his mind as he pushed forward.
Soon all those words vanished when he felt the earth firm under foot. He looked out across the plain before him. The loud calls within the starting area sounded far behind him. He turned his back to the gate and pressed on, looking out. The tall grass bowed softly to the breeze, the flowers stretched high up, their faces turned to the warm sun. He felt that same warmth laying over him, heating his face, his skin radiant in the light, his armor glinting like stars placed upon his shoulders and legs. Slowly he closed those purple eyes of his, lifting his chin to feel the sun for a moment, enjoying it. After a few steps of walking with his eyes close he opened them and looked from the sky of soft fluffy clouds to the field once more, looking for a mass of black hair and tan supple thighs.
Across the way passed the grazing herds of low level monsters he spotted a portal. A few players here and there took on the monsters in groups, but they leaved Moralagos alone. He figured he wasn't a big enough threat to draw any aggro from them. That's when he spotted the Amazon diving into the portal. He hurried and followed her through. A feeling he could only register as airy and watery at the same time passed through him as he passed through. Waves of light and dark passed over his eyes like a delightful little show, relaxing his mind. It was pleasant and distracted him from the awkward sensation rippling over his body. Just for a moment Moralagos remembered his was sleeping in a bed somewhere in the real world.
Once he felt solid, again, he looked around. A hint of worry trickled through him. Who knows where he could be at that moment. The wind her was stronger, the terrain more foreboding. The apples looked stunning, but he was weary of them, even as they beckoned him with the promise of a crisp bite and a sweet, juicy center; the wood they grew from looked dead. Possibly poison. He knew his fairy tails.
Gleaming in the sun lay the sensual frame of a woman with curves like goddess, hair like the most velvet of night skies and lips that could lure a man to his death. Moralagos approached the reclining figure with caution and spoke in that programmed and smooth voice.
"Who are you to need to run from that winged man?" he questioned with interest. He looked her over, his posture casual like before, his weapon remained sheathed, hands at his sides. "I mean no harm, of course, and I have no wish to lead him to you. As I followed you through the lush and grassy plains the winged man had remained behind unaware of the two of us," he continued, his lips forming a pleased smirk. He was seeming to stay in character rather well.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:03 pm
※ Ѧdam ※
♠ Яevive ♠ I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static, and put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I’m pretending to be where I’m not anymoreIt was odd to be awake. For the past several months, Adam's life consisted of going to school and sleeping. He couldn't complain though, it was cool to be paid to play a game. Some of his 'real' friends didn't really understand him; all they knew is that he quit football along with soccer and baseball for his work. Whatever that 'work' was. Though he never got addicted to one of his dad's games before, Figment was different. What was in Figment was so very different. A grin appeared on his face, Marimyn played Figment. She was one of the reasons Adam felt so attached to Revive. To play a normal character, not a GM, he quit all of his afterschool activities so he could hang with Marimyn without the flashy GM attire.
"Hey, Ahhhduuum..." His dad spoke with a tired voice, yawning halfway through. A soft chuckle came from his throat. It seemed like his dad forgot about shaving. An unruly facial coated his face, making him seem like he belonged with the wookies from Star Wars. "Revive's grown pretty strong. You've been training him right?" In Capital Palace of Figment, it showed a list of the strongest characters. Adam topped it by at least twenty levels but GMs weren't included because they could autolevel. His dad did it often to keep up with his son but Revive worked hard to gain his levels. Some of the GMs were automatically at the max level right off the get go but Adam wanted to experience the game more so he decided against it.
Another yawn came from his dad and after pouring a cup of coffee, a drink rarely ever used in their household, he sat down on the couch. To the side of him rested the Figment Mask. "Taking a break?" Adam questioned, it wouldn't be long till he left for school. Usually his dad was too engrossed in Figment to even wake up till the afternoon. Due to the fact that his dad helped design many of the key parts of Figment, they were allowed to live in Figment HQ. It was rare that his dad even needed to go off his character, Skuld, for work. The GMs were able to meet in Figment on one of the secret areas but for especially top secret stuff, they just walked upstairs to the meeting room in their pajamas.
After taking another sip of coffee, his dad replied. "We're discussing Daedalus, he was captured but he managed to glitch out and then disappear. It's what created the lag earlier. We need to program something to resolve it.... otherwise the funders will have a fit. As you know, Figment is supposed to be lag-free..." A long sigh left his throat. Regular GMs such as Revive didn't take part in programming errors. They more of kept peace and did all the grunt work. "By the way, come home from school during lunch. I'll call in for you..." Adam didn't question his dad; he doubted that he was even awake to remember the reason, it was a miracle he was able to remind his son instead of popping it on him like always. Adam nodded and left for school in his beat-up car.
At noon, Revive logged into Capital Palace. He was a GM at the moment, silver armor unique to the workers of Figment. Slate wings emerged from his back and immediately he could feel the players of Capital Palace tense. They didn't like seeing a GM out in the open like this. It made them nervous but not only that, it reminded them that Figment actually was a game. No one liked that realization. Revive didn't like to break the illusion but he needed to sometimes. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes rested on a dark haired girl. Immediately, he quirked his head to the side and his blue eyes narrowed at her. She was familiar. As soon as her eyes met his, she disappeared into the crowd. Instead of putting up a chase, Revive stood where he was, currently preoccupied with the realization that Marimyn was on.
Normally, he would immediately seek her out but he didn't this time. Revive was on a mission after Daedalus, after all, he was the only one who saw him as an AI. But I really wish Marimyn could tag along... There weren't any rules against it, so Revive located her in his head. Only when he was teleporting through the portal did Adam realize something. That girl, the one with the dark hair and Egyptian clothes, she was from Insula Pomorum. If he remembered correctly, he tried the field once for Excalibur and she killed him. Avalon is the boss of Insula Pomorum... that means... Another AI? Revive sighed, letting the airy breath of the portal take him in but not to Marimyn but to Skuld.
His father decided to be a dark elf, purple skin and white hair. He wore his GM uniform with pride, standing alert near the entrance of Pagothwai Palace. "The princess is gone." He noted sadly, pushing back some of his pale locks from his dark purple eyes.
"She's supposed to be gone, dad. Remember, it's part of the mission. I helped you finish it once." Adam reminded him, standing in front of his face for his full attention. "Dad, I think another A.I. developed. Avalon from Insula Pomorum." Though the information Revive told Skuld seemed like a surprise to him, his dad wasn't fazed at all. It was like he was expecting it.
His dad sighed and turned around to look at the woods where the Princess stayed, "It's happening again... Adam, I don't mean that the princess is captured. I mean she's gone, as in... A.I. gone." Revive backed up, there were more besides Avalon and Daedalus? Both are strong level characters... but this princess was a cleric. How many more would appear? What was causing this? Revive shook his head. His dad was beginning to stress out because of this. If the A.I.'s could cause lags like Daedalus did, his father's job was in serious trouble. Along with Figment. Who knows how much more damage the A.I.'s could do to the game? "From now on, we are suspending all NPC involved quests. The other GMs know this as well."
Revive nodded, his light curls bobbing up and down as he did. It would raise a lot of hell to get rid of quests like Pagothwai and Insula Pomorum, their kind were some of the most popular. However, he could understand why they would decided to suspend the quests for now. The NPCs in those quests were supposed to be involved with teh players, recieving more complex personalities and data than the greeters and other normal NPCs. They were designed to act like players so the user would be taken on a ride. When Revive tried to get Excalibur, he was unaware that Avalon wasn't a player. Figment programmers created them that well...
After his father disappeared into a portal, Revive soon followed, once again on his course to see Marimyn. Having a magician would do wonders while catching a high level NPC like Daedalus or Avalon. A series of winds spun around the GM and then he disappeared as if he was dust. Inside the portal were heavy gales which softened as Revive grew closer to his destination. "Marimyn!" He exclaimed with a toothy grin on his face as his body appeared right next to her. It was another upside of being a GM, you're allowed to teleport to any spot in the field, unlike normal players.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 5:02 pm
✖• Her Royal Highness Princess Marimyn Pagothwai •✖
Dry and dusty
I am a capsule of energy
Marimyn sat upon a rock, the cold structure stretching outward over a pit of viscus mud, moss and grass growing in patches here and there where the roots managed to take hold on a thick clump of dirt. The sky above was streaked a turbulent gray-blue, with out a cloud nor star is sight. A landscape designed with thick and gnarled trees alike to confuse and worry the mind to think of the terrain as one to be feared. The theme was suiting with will-o-the-wisps floating floating along, lighting the pathways, ethereal being rose up to attack players on their way through.
The young princess sat, a ghostly sight, her pale face and stark red lips standing out in the dusk at her perch, her violin weaving and haunting melody. When approached she rarely spoke but, if she was in high spirits she'd play a song to grant a bonus, or give healing to the passing adventurers. Some thought her to be a higher level player sitting, bored or waiting, just playing her music to be nice, while others thought she was a stagnant NPC that would randomly appear. Even still some thought if you had a certain number of players, or an item she'd appear, but the word of this mysterious NPC didn't spread far, mostly because Marymin did the same around other areas as well, sometimes even joining a party for a bit or chatting in a 'role play' section where people lied about who they were. That was her favorite thing to do; lie about who she was. No one seemed to know she was the princess and she never told anyone.
At her usual spot she sat, playing her magic music for passers by when right next to her a form appeared sitting on the rock. If that wasn't enough it yelled her name, startling her. Her bow screeched to a halt and she winced, wrinkling her little button nose. When she opened her eyes she saw Revive sitting there with that grin of his; so pleased with himself.
"You!" she said in that adorable voice of her's, giving him a light shove, not wanting to push him off the rock, but just to nudge him. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Hooligan," she added the expression turning into a smile. She didn't mind his antics much at all, and the way he smiled, those curls that gleamed golden even with out the sun to shine on them; how could she stay angry at him for more than the briefest of moments? Fluttering her eyelids closed, she laid her violin across her lap, leaving one hand on it, and put the bow beside it. Opening her eyes once more she tilted her head up toward the boy, her cheeks glowing a soft pink, her demur princess nature rising inside her if but for a moment.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure, Revive?" she asked softly. To the boy it might seem like she always walked the line between being in character and out of character, or maybe she was just role playing a cute and fun girl. If he mentioned something that existed in the real world but not in Figment she'd ask him to explain and later once she knew she'd talk about them in such strange ways, like she had never seen one before. This was because she hadn't, of course. She swung her legs, crossing her booted feet at the ankles, the sounds of a group of adventurers battling a wailing specter not too far away.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 5:09 pm
※ Ѧvalon ※And every now and then
Life begins again
I am holding on
Still holding onThe instant Moralagos condensed in Insula Pomorum, Avalon felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. Poor Pomorum... I'm sorry for the intruder, he is my fault. From what she could tell, he followed her through the many portals and Elysian. A long sigh emerged from her crimson lips, brushing several pieces of her black mane away from her face before dealing with the matter. Every inch of her body told her to lead him through Insula Pomorum, towards Morgan le Fay's chambers, then off to Merlin if he survived as far, eventually reaching Guinevere and Lancelot's secret chambers and finally after all this to Arthur... then her.
However, her brain immediately noted that Moralogos couldn't possibly make it through Insula Pomorum. He felt like a new born babe to her, small and easily crushable. It would be like a cat playing with a bug. Her home, Insula Pomorum, radiated with strength. It felt like taboo for such a small morsel to even believe he could fill Pomorum. Avalon felt violated. Poor, poor, Pomorum... I shall rid you of this error.
When Moralagos spoke, Avalon slowly rose from the sand. The skin where Pomorum touched felt heartbroken. "Who are you to ask such questions?" Her blue eyes narrowed at him, he barged into her home and demanded answers? Shouldn't she be the one leading the interrogation? "Nevermind that." She quickly responded, her feet sinking into the particles. "This dungeon is out of your league."
Avalon turned to leave, but she felt like he was unfinished business so she spun around, gripping a golden apple in her hand and handed it to him. "This will please Pomorum to ignore you." A sigh in her throat broke out when she realized that he wouldn't comprehend. "Pomorum's climate will suck the life out of your body if you stand long enough. Do you not feel weaker?"
Surprisingly, Avalon spoke the truth. Insula Pomorum slowly burned the skin with the scorched sands, the sun melted the bodies of her visitors', and the winds, dry and heartless, left the throat dry to the point of blood. Only those accustomed to Pomorum could reside without a remedy. "Eat if you wish to continue with your inquiries." She ordered, slipping down further into one of the dunes, glancing up again to see if the little bug followed her.
She didn't wait to see if he took the apple in his lips; Avalon jumped onto a blazing rock and looked down at him. Even a bite would cure her of him. The apples, truthfully a remedy, but not the kind he sought. Once it entered his mouth, with no need to swallow, the small bug would wither within seconds and die. It would be painless. From what Avalon heard, it was like blinking an eye. He'd feel almost like he teleported. His body would regenerate at Capital Palace, but this time, an NPC will escort him around town. New deaths were never smiled upon. The NPC would place restrictions and warnings on dungeons more than twenty levels above his own to keep from this accident again. Go on to your own world, we do not want you here...
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