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Post by Violet Grimshaw on Dec 28, 2013 19:24:17 GMT -6
Violette smiles as Styker speaks, happy that she doesn't need to comfort him, knowing that she couldn't have possibly said what the canine had while evoking the same effect. As the purple-haired girl walks into the shop, she is surprised at the way Geoffrey holds himself. Violette smiles, knowing that Geoffrey must be reacting to his apparent position of authority with a form of confidence that hasn't been quite as evident in days before.
Violette looks around the shop for a bit, wondering how she hadn't ever been in this place before. She also wonders why there are so many on the outside, but there are so few on the inside..While thinking about all of this, she totally ignores the fact that Cherry has climbed behind the counter and is now crawling around happily, not caring if the man has noticed or now..
As Geoffrey refused the offer of coffee, the man shrugs. When Geoffrey asks what the man thinks of them, on the other hand, he tilts his head, as though he's concerned. "Why would you be asking me that?" The man looks over the Player's shoulders, before stepping out from behind the counter, and walking past the Players to the front door, where he flips the open sign, so that it now says closed. He then turns back to the Players and points at the nearest booth, which has enough room for all of them to sit at, minus Arcanine, of course. "You guys are lucky you came to my shop first. If you'd gone to one of the other shops, you would have been in for an unpleasant surprise; most of the shopkeepers aren't aware of the Reaper's Game. They would have had no idea what you were talking about, and probably would have tried to get you arrested.
"Didn't the Reaper's tell you any of this? I mean, sure the Game Master has been giving some weird missions lately, but the rules are pretty clear about briefing the Players beforehand..." As the man speaks, he stands where everyone can see him without turning their head awkwardly, while holding his neck as though it's got a crick, though the motion seems more habit than an indication of any actual pain.
Stryker followed the group, satisfied that he did something useful. "Since when am I not right?" he said as they entered the shop. Arrested? he thought as he rolled his eyes. "I'd like to give the reapers a bit of my mind." he muttered as the man went on about weird missions. He absently brushed his tail back and forth on the wooden floor, liking the feel a bit. He sighed, looking around for something to do. Barely anything though. he thought as he rested his head on his paws. "So are you going to help us make some sense in this or not? And when does it end?" he asked, rolling on his back, "All the reaper guy said were the rules. Six of them I think. Never said anything about not asking random people who can see us for help. The guy left some holes to be filled. He was too vague in my opinion. " he went on, scratching his black belly.
Post by Sir Geoffrey on Jan 1, 2014 18:03:28 GMT -6
Geoffrey listens to the man speak, wondering how any person conscious of this world could not know about these games. Can they not see all of the scary monsters outside? He thinks as he tries to think of an answer to give to the man who assumes that the 'Players' know everything they need to know.
Before Geoffrey has the chance to speak, Stryker rather cutely expresses his own questions and thoughts. Of course, Stryker's way of asking was quite a bit more..expressive than Geoffrey's would have been, but it got the point across. Geoffrey thinks for a bit before speaking.
"Yes, while the rules given to us explained the basic rules of this..well..this..game, as it has been called..nothing was told to us about the reason for our being here. The time limit. The Game Master. The entire aspect of our souls.. eventual place of residing after this game is over. Please, I'm sure there are people somewhere watching this for their own..sadistic pleasures, but what reason have we to continue playing their game if we know nothing of fate? Why should we continue playing if we can just end our lives here? If you cannot aid us, we will leave, but it would be very helpful.. if you could help us understand." Geoffrey says, his voice wavering less than it had in the past.
As Geoffrey waits for an answer, Faith lifts Cherry up with a Confusion and plops her onto the table in an attempt at preventing her from damaging something..
Post by Violet Grimshaw on Jan 1, 2014 18:10:31 GMT -6
Violette, as she listens to the man speak, wishes to do something to show the man just how urgent it is that they learn more about their condition in the game. Before she can voice her own opinion, the canine Pokemon voices his own. Violette wonders what any of them could possible do to the 'Reapers' that seem so elemental to the 'game'. She wonders even more what the seemingly offenseless canine could do about it, but she remains silent about all of that.
Violette is once again surprised when Geoffrey speaks, amazed at how much the feeling of being in charge could affect his speech patters. Regardless, Violette smiles as she notices the subltle pauses Geoffrey makes that aren't exactly meant for effect.
As Cherry is lifted out from under the counter by Faith, she begins squirming and moving quite a bit in mid air, and, after being placed on the counter, she crosses her stubby arms pouts, not even looking Faith in the eye. Cherry mumbles a bit before jumping on Stryker's belly for no other reason than wondering what his fur feels like. Landing on the fluff that is Stryker, Cherry slowly closes her eyes, not even worried about the game, or Stryker's reaction.
The man frowns at the group's reactions, before pulling one of the bar stools aside and sitting in it reverse, his arms resting on the back of the chair.
"Ok. So sounds like you were left in the dark for a lot of this. Let me see one of your timers...ah, well they left you with a fair amount of time today, so let me explain how things work.
There are two worlds, the Under Ground and the Real Ground. The Real Ground, or the RG, is the world you're used to, and imagine it lies here." The man pointed to the bottom rung on the stool he was sitting on, then pointed at the rung above it. "...and the Underground, or the UG, is here. Now, imagine that regardless of which world you are in, you can look any direction you want, except for up. This means that if you are in the RG, you can only see things in the RG, but if you're in the UG, you can see things in the UG and in the RG. When you die, your soul drifts up to the next world. Which is how you got here.
Here in the UG, everything is run by the Composer. Think of him as...as the King of this dimension. It is the Composer who decides the rules of the Reaper's Game. There are two kinds of people in the Reaper's Game: There are Players, that's you guys, who are the participants, and there are the Reapers, that's the guys in the hoodies, who are the...referees? They're something between referees and guards. Anyway, so they enforce the rules the Composer writes. While the Composer has absolute say, it's the Conductor who runs the day to day operations of the Game. The Conductor is the one who keeps the Reapers in line...like the Captain of the Guard. But it's the Game Master who decides the missions for each day. He's the one to thank for all those numbers on your arm.
"The Reaper's Game lasts a week, and usually there's only one per month, though there have been exceptions. When the week ends, the Players who remain are given a choice. They can return to life, join the Reapers, or can opt to be erased. This last option is almost never taken, but it IS an option. You asked why you would want to fight, well that first option is most people's reason.
"The Sigil on the outside of The Wildkat here, marks this building. While you're inside a building with a Reaper Sigil on it, you will be tuned into the RG. You're still in the UG, but people in the RG can see and touch you, which allows you as Players to buy food and other supplies if you need them." The man paused for a moment, before grinning cheerfully.
"That's not everything, but that's the basics. Any questions?"
Post by Sir Geoffrey on Jan 2, 2014 19:08:43 GMT -6
Geoffrey listens as the man speaks, watching as he gives small examples in an attempt to help the group understand the aspect of life after death. Truly the idea in and of itself is a hard aspect to follow, but the idea of an underground that is raised above the real world? It doesn't get all that much more confusing..
Geoffrey listens to the other various aspects of the 'game' the man tries to explain, and truly, none of it matters all that much to Geoffrey. None of it helps Geoffrey understand how to help his group survive this whole ordeal; knowing about the Conductor, and Game Master and the Composer, none of it really aids Geoffrey's wish for answers regarding the group's survival. Of course, Geoffrey didn't ask for such answers either..
Geoffrey's head, which had lowered after listening for a bit, quickly raises when the man mentions the possibility of returning to the life they had before. Geoffrey's eyes, despite his lack of facial expression, light up and it would be noticeable to anyone looking at him that he has rekindled his thougths of hope.
Geoffrey stands up from the booth and begins to speak after the man concludes his explanation with a question.
No, I believe that explains what I need to know..it seems our lives are in the hands of a bunch of artists..how promising...Tell me..is there anything you can offer us that could help us on ouf journey? If so..could you show us?" Geoffrey says before turning to the group who is most likely standing now.
"It seems that there is one way, and only one choice. We must win. If we ever expect to return home, we must win this Game, and we must work together to do it." Geoffrey says, turning around to hear the resonse of the lack thereof from the man.
Faith merely listens over the whole conversation, her mind slightly disgusted by the thought of all of these people watching the group in their agony..Faith's spirits are lifted, however, when she seems the hope glimmer back into her master's eyes, and somehow she feels that things really could turn out well..
Post by Violet Grimshaw on Jan 2, 2014 19:14:53 GMT -6
Violette, who has remained standing this entire time because of her wings, listens halfheartedly to the man as he explains the answers to the boy's questions plainly and yet effectively. Violette looks at Cherry as she plays around with Stryker's fur, wondering if he minds the fact that she is braiding a bit of it..
Violette listens to Geoffrey speak as the man finishes and she nods to him when he addresses the entire group. Violette watches the shop man carefully, hoping that perhaps he has something of use, considering the the purple-haired girl never wants to go anywhere unprepared.
Cherry looks at everyone, wondering why they are so concerned with this game. "We already beat all those other bad guys, why do we think we can't do it again?" Cherry says to Stryker in a half questioning tone.
Violette accidentally knocks over a table as she walks closer to the front of the store, her wings proving very useless in a setting such as this.
Stryker grunted when Cherry landed on his belly fur. "Get off my belly." he said trying to bat her off. He listened absently, perking up as he heard that it only lasted a week. "Well at least it ends at some point." he said, trying to get Cherry off of him. As the man ended his talking, Stryker turned and smiled as he heard Geoffrey speak. Good, we're going to live. he thought turned back to the pokemon on him. "Yeah, we had won over those guys, but what about if we meet stronger ones? If we adapt, so will they. So basically, we're going to have a hard time winning future battles. But I'll fight harder. None can stop this pokemon." he said, getting Cherrim off his belly and righting himself, shaking his paw vigorously in the air.
The man nods as the Players come together, clearly reassured by the knowledge that they can return to life if they win the game. When Geoffrey asked about the mission, however, the man shook his head in the negative. "Sorry, but I can't help you there. The rules are very clear on that. The Players have to figure out the mission on their own, and it has to be plausible that they can solve them. This Game Master is pushing that last part pretty hard, but I can't help you with that. The other shopkeepers and I are licensed to provide you with food, clothes, and other specialty items, but that's the closest to helping I can get when it comes to the missions. Oh, and make sure to treat the other shopkeepers like normal people, because that's what they are; normal, living people who have no idea what's going on here in the UG. You won't get anywhere trying to talk to them."
As the others all get ready to move out, however, Altair voices a question that has been at the back of his mind since the man started talking.
"Who are you?" Altair did his best to stare the man in the eye, but it was hard, given he was working from Faith's vision. But the man seemed to get the picture. The stare of a blind man was surprisingly effective at piercing to the soul. "If there are only Players and Reapers, then what are you? You're obviously not a Player; you don't have a mission on your arm. So that would mean you're one of the Reapers. Why are you helping us, then?"
The Man stood there for a moment, before grabbing his neck habitually, and grinning to himself, before bursting into laughter. his head rocked back.
"Hahaha! You're pretty sharp. You'll need that to take on the missions this week's Game Master is throwing out. No, I'm not a Reaper, I'm...I'm an observer. It's my job to keep an eye on the Game, and how things play out. Which is why I'm helping you; you guys were left unprepared, so I've filled in where the Reaper's failed." The man stepped over to the doorway, flipping the sign back to open, and then walking behind the counter, ready to face any customers that came in. There weren't any.
As a last minute thought, the man turned and looked Geoffrey in the eyes, his face serious. "Hey, I almost forgot to warn you; the first six days, the rules are strictly hands-off; the Reapers can only attack the Players through Noise. But on the Seventh day, The Game Master himself can attack Players directly. And he makes the Noise look like mosquitoes.,,"
"Well, rules are meant to be broken every now and then..." Stryker muttered under his breath. He glanced at the blind boy, wondering if he's going to stare that hard at Stryker anytime soon. "Obviously, the reapers need to pick up their slack." he muttered, not caring about any consequences of him thinking out loud. He padded out the door, waiting for the rest of the group when he saw a wolf noise, ignoring him. "HA! I was right. We are going to have to defeat someone tougher." he said, Sitting on the cold dirt. "Are we going to figure out what the thing on our arms mean? Or should we get geared up? You humans can do with some better weapons, besides a knife. Geoffrey, what do you think? You are becoming our leader, you know?." he said, scratching his ear with a hind paw, much like a dog. A scary, yet dignified golden dog.
Post by Sir Geoffrey on Jan 5, 2014 21:31:23 GMT -6
Geoffrey listens to what the "observer" has to say, and he doesn't really comment on all that much. Geoffrey does wonder how he forgot to ask who the man was, but he's glad someone asked eventually. He looks at the man as he says some parting words.
"Thank you sir, you have given us quite a bit of insight. I pray you wish us luck in our trek through this "game". Good day." Geoffrey says as he turns and walks outside, wondering where he should go next.
Geoffrey turns to Stryker as he voices his question about weapons. Geoffrey thinks for a bit, not exactly enjoying the idea of using weapons, but, of course, knowing their necessity during their situation.
Geoffrey turns to the group, and begins to speak. "Well...If you guys think..that we need weapons..I suppose we could go to another shop and..look around. I will let you all make that decision, as weapons aren't my strong point. But if we need them, I cannot...deny you the opportunity to protect yourselves" Geoffrey says, thinking about Violette and her skills with weapons of all sorts.
If the group decides weapons would be the best choice, Geoffrey will agree and begin walking for the shop on the left side of the marketplace, if the choice is no weapons are needed, Geoffrey will speak.
Post by Violet Grimshaw on Jan 5, 2014 21:37:14 GMT -6
Violette does respond to anything the others say, really. She listens and understands, but she just never feels the need to say anything. When Stryker and Geoffrey begin to speak of weapons, however, a certain glimmer enters Violette's eyes. Just the thought of receiving a weapon thrills her, despite her having some with her.
"I think we should definitely search for weapons, and maybe some sort of magical item or something for you, Geoffrey. Maybe they have those in those shops?" Violette says, not remembering that the shops are human run.
As Cherry is flung off of Stryker, she lets out a yelp. Angered, she climbs up on top of a chair and jumps onto Stryker's fur, holding on for dear life, not at all wishing to let go. "Stryker! I wanna ride! Let me ride!" Cherry says, her voice playful and airy.
Altair wasn't really satisfied by the man's answer, but he didn't really have any thing he could do about it, and turned to follow the others. As he walked, Altair listened to the others talk of weapons. "I agree, a single dagger will not be enough, although you all seem to have more than enough magic to handle yourselves. But if we are getting weapons, then we need money. I don't know about you, but I did not have money to carry around with me when I died, so my pockets are empty. Thank you again, for the dagger, but somehow I doubt you have enough spare daggers for everyone here..."
When the Players reach the shop to their left, which is across from where they entered via the intersection, they see it is a blacksmith's shop, with a burly man standing over the furnace in the back, sweat pouring down his back from the heat of the fire. [I'm assuming you head to him because no-one disagreed with the weapons. If you want to finish the conversation before you arrive, there's plenty of time to do so]
Listening to the humans talk about weapons, Stryker sighed. "You humans do have very little weapons on you. Sure, this 'magic' you humans have evolved with are useful. But getting tired after a few moves is a bit tedious." he mused as he turned to glare at the cherrim. "Fine, you can ride on my back, no tangling my hair, no playing, and no loud noises. On your conversation about human currency, shouldn't you guys earn it if you have none? Or maybe steal it, you guys do need it. Your lives are in stake. While us pokemon have our own weapons." he said as he licked his fangs. "I do need to get used to being in this body though, I'd rather have my scyther body back. At least I'd be of more use." he muttered as he looked down on his paws. Maybe I could take the time waiting for the humans to contemplate my life. he thought as he looked at Faith. "You hadn't said anything in a while. You just thinking?"