Welp I tried looks like Taylor will have even more mommy issues then in canon...
Containment Day Blues (worm/ SMT)
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RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It give a list of major events in a day.
RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Description doesn't say that. It just mentions the numbers.
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– How… What? Somehow, you can see numbers floating over people's heads. Some people. They carry a number, ranging from 0-9. According to one of the files that you've found on your COMP, that number over their head count down the number of days until they die. Right now, the number of people who have a number over their head seems to be… Less than 1 in 10, hard to get a better look. Thankfully, even the people with numbers, the majority of them are at 9.If it said that it included a summary of the day's events, that would be one thing, but it doesn't, which means one of the following:
- It does not, in fact, include that
- We get that by default
- It's an undocumented feature and someone probably should have commented on that much earlier
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
To be fair, most of the descriptions don't say everything.
The winning option also doesn't say much about what it can actually do for example.
RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, yes, but we acknowledged that it is basically a mystery box.
Or at least that's what I thought we were doing.
Naoya's version at least did so it part devil survivors gameplay loop is you getting doom prophecies and then striving to avert them.
Oh I am late for the vote but at least plan I would vote for won
The First Day - Part 0
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Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] I'm Not Sorry.
-[X][COMP] I'm Sorry. Come Find me.
-[X][COMP] I'm Sorry. Come Find me.
STEVEN
You spend a few more moments rereading the strange letter that this STEVEN sent to you, trying to wrap your head around the unusual warnings contained within. You have no idea what any of this means, and no idea why he would say these things to you. While things like 'peaceful days' haven't been capitalized, the way that they are repeated almost makes it sound like they are some kind of term.
You… A part of you wants to show this letter to your Dad, just because so little of it makes sense to you, but at the same time you can't help but worry about how he'd react to it. Really… It doesn't matter. He'll probably read it before too long. So for the moment, you set the letter off to one side. You've checked both letters, which means that it is time to stop delaying and open up the most important part of the package.
Whatever it is that MiT sent you.
Carefully peeling away the second layer of packaging you're met with… A box!
…Okay then.
You are clearly still exhausted, if even getting some food into you wasn't enough to keep stupid thoughts like that from bouncing to the forefront of your mind. But you are awake, and aware. So you can keep silly thoughts like that in check.
The first and second layer of boxes had been the kind of cardboard packaging that you'd expect from having something shipped to you, but this third layer is different. Matte black and made of the same kinds of metal that fancy dvd steelbooks are made from, but lighter than you'd have expected. The box is rectangular, and just a little over twice as long as your palm is wide, and wide as your hand is long - From the end of your wrist to the tips of your fingers.
Beyond the materials of the box, the thing that immediately strikes you is the lack of any kind of… Well, anything. There are no images on the box, no labels or stickers or text of any kind. There is nothing about the box that gives you any hint as to what might be inside of it. But now that Dad has finished off his own dinner, he casually steals away your empty plate, washing it off and setting it in the dishwasher before she returns, settling down into the seat next to you. There has to be a way to open this thing…
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Dad sliding STEVEN's letter over to him, so that he can read it as well. After a moment, you feel something - Oh, it's a clasp, holding the box shut. You have to admit that you are impressed, because the whole thing is so well machined that it is all but invisible to the eye, the pieces sliding together flushly. But now that you've found it, it only take a little pressure for the latch to click open, and you can finally find out what this mysterious bit of technology that MiT is going to be paying for so handsomely to test ou-
…
It takes you a few seconds more than you'd be willing to admit before you recognize the device sitting snugly inside the case you just opened.
Communications Technology.
Information Relay.
It should have been obvious that this was going to be a cell phone from the contents of the first letter…
You… You aren't sure what you should do here. You don't know what to say, or even what you should be thinking…
Because there is a part of you that wants nothing to do with any of this. A part that says the smartest thing that you could do would be to shove this thing back into the other boxes, then mail it back to MiT with a firm 'No thank you!'
And yet, there is another part of you that recognizes how shortsighted that would be. There are plenty of reasons not to do that. The first is the fact that it would be obviously very rude to refuse to take part in this after you were the one to sign up for it in the first place. MiT spent good money making this thing, more money shipping it, and they'll be spending even more money after you complete the trial.
A lot of money if you complete the trial.
Beyond that, however, there is another part of you that recognizes something - Emma and her stupid friends went out of their way yesterday to find you during lunch, to all but block you in by surrounding you at the table, before Emma spent more than twenty minutes gushing over her new phone.
How cool of a phone it was, and how much it cost her to get it. She went on and on about how great it was to have a phone, and how only stupid losers don't have phones these days. How much it would suck not to be able to get into contact with people when she wanted to, and on and on she went.
Talk talk talk talk talk talk.
Even under ordinary circumstances, you'd have known that she was trying to get under your skin, but the way that all her little tagalongs kept glancing over at you as she went on and on made it clear that the whole conversation was little more than an individual jab at you.
Particularly because after Emma had her fill of chattering on, the other girls all started to gush about their own phones and all the while Emma had been staring at you. Bitch. She could not have been more obvious about what had to be the worst attempt at bullying you that she's pulled so far.
A real sign that she was running out of ideas.
Which was probably why they ended up running her bag up the flagpole instead.
It might be petty, but after all of Emma's blustering, you would enjoy having the chance to show Emma up for once, especially with a phone so much nicer than the one that she had.
…And yet that circles back around to the core problems. There's no way that you're going to be able to pay for something like this. This phone is really nice, nicer than any that you've ever seen, and you have heard some of the other girls complain about the costs of their contracts in the past. Everyone knows that Phone contracts can be stupidly expensive.
And…
And…
And there is the other thing. The one thing that you've been trying to avoid thinking about. The reason why neither you nor Dad have a cell phone.
Mom died because of some asshole who had been looking at his phone instead of driving. So even if there was a way for you to be able to pay for this thing, could you really bring yourself to use it? And even if you could, there is no way that Dad would be willing to have something like this in the house. Maybe it would be for the best to just repackage this and just send it ba-
Your dad makes a thoughtful noise, before he flashes you a tired smile. "You know…" He starts to say, "This would have been really useful if you had it after you missed the bus and got your bag down."
Wait. What?
Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Hold up. Dad, that isn't what you're supposed to be saying here. He can't go flipping the script around on you now. He's supposed to be on your side about getting rid of this.
"If you had this today, then you would have been able to call me at the Union, and I would have been able to go and pick you up. Which means that you wouldn't have had to walk all the way home." Dad points out. Which is a fair point.
He taps the contract in front of him. "On top of that, MiT is paying for everything - The phone, your calls and texts. There's apparently even a browser on the thing, and it has an unlimited data plan." He pauses for a moment. "Permanently, if I'm reading this right. Even after the trial is completed, the phone and the plan are both yours for good."
"...And there's the money that they are offering…" You acknowledge.
"Good money, yeah." Dad agrees. "Seems like a pretty good deal, all things considered. Though there is a drawback - They have some right to record your calls and texts in order to test the quality of the…" Dad trails off for a moment, flipping to the second page of the contract. "...The Quantum Entangled Suprapositioning Analogous Relay. Whatever that is. Seems to be the network system that your phone is going to run on? Something like that? The recordings won't be revealed to anyone, and after the end of the trial they'll be expunged. But that breach of your privacy is a huge part of why they are paying you as much as they are for this."
For all that you still want to throw this thing away, Dad is making a-
An errant thought bounces into your head hard. "Those recordings." You mutter quietly. "Do you think I have the right to ask for copies of the transcripts and recordings and… stuff?" You ask.
If you know Emma, and you know your former best friend quite well, then she's going to treat it the same way that she does your school email. Filling it with hateful calls and vicious texts. And if you have proof of those things, then you might finally be able to do something about all of that.
Dad flips through the different pages of the contracts, a look on his face making it clear that he knows what he's looking for, he just isn't sure exactly where it is. "Ah. Yeah. Here it is. You can ask for copies, yeah. Why?"
"I have something that I'm wanting to test, and having those recordings might be useful for it." You admit, not really answering the question, but not trying to avoid it either. You have a feeling that if you tried to lie, Dad would see right through it. But none of that matters if Emma doesn't act the way that you think she will…
You're sure that she will. She lengths that girl would go to in order to try and ruin your life were a little stunning - much like she used to be before she turned so bitter - but it makes sense. Because there is one thing that has not changed in your former best friend, despite the year and a half of horrors that she's unleashed on you ever since she lost her marbles and turned her back on you.
Emma is, and has always been, and clearly always will be the very Peak of DIVA.
Emma tried to bully you by making fun of the fact that you didn't have a phone. Now, if she finds out that you not only have one, but one better than her own, then neither hell nor high waters will stop the girl from doing everything in her power to try and take back the 'win' that you wrangled from her.
She will figure out your phone number, even if she has to start call every potential phone number.
…
…
For all your dark amusement at finally getting one over on your bully, there is another part of you that is displeased with the thought process. You know that what Emma does or doesn't do shouldn't factor into your decision making, because even that is a victory for your former best friend…
But screwing with her is tempting. More than tempting, it's hilarious.
Plus, the pay is good, and your Dad is right, even if you'd rather that he not be. Having a phone like this will be useful. You just have to look past what happened to your Mom…
But…
That's hard.
Because you still miss her every day. Dad misses her.
More than just missing her… Your gaze slips up off the table, and you take a moment to glance around the kitchen. The room isn't as well organized as it was before she died. Not just here, but in the rest of the house as well. The lack of her presence is clear everywhere. Losing her nearly destroyed your family…
You don't really talk to Dad as much as you used to. But Mom could pull either of you, the both of you into a conversation with little more than a giggle and a happy question.
It has been over two years now, and yet there is still a hole in your home. In your life, in your world.
Neither of you have really recovered from her passing, like there is still some part of you that wonders…
Well, it's probably because of that single fact that made all of this so much worse than it could have been.
Some idiot hadn't been looking at his phone, ran a red light and crashed hard into Mom's car.
Mom had a closed casket funeral, because while there was blood in her car, there wasn't a body.
No one knows what happened to her body. It was like it just vanished.
You try to shake those morose thoughts from your head, turning your attention back to the pho-
To your new phone. You lift it carefully out of the box, and off of the sinfully smooth crimson cloth that it had been sitting on. Beneath the little cloth was a tiny ziplock bag, and inside of it was… You aren't entirely sure what it is.
A piece of crystal? Glass? Something like that, just about the size of the fingernail of your pinkie. It's flat and almost see-through, with a faint blue-green tint to it. You carefully set the baggie down on the table somewhere in your line of sight, because it is just so small.
Thankfully, under the baggie there is another piece of paper. Instructions for how your phone works, and how to set it all up.
Okay… So that little tiny thing is something called a Subscriber Identification Module… Or a SIM card. Okay, you've heard of those. You know that they are pretty important, like… the phone won't be able to call people or connect to the network or… do… phone things without it. There's also a little… it's like a needle, but with a round flat part at one end?
Glancing through the instructions, you nod. That is a tool needed to open the port where the SIM card goes. Makes sense. You take the needle, and thread it down into this little hole here. With a press, a little slot on the top of the phone opens up. You take a moment to carefully put the slot down, and then start to work on opening up the baggie and getting the SIM card out. You're a little worried, because if you aren't careful you might drop it…
Then it would be just gone. Between the tiny size and its near transparent color, there is no way that you would ever find the thing. Well, other than crushing it when you step on it. Thankfully, you avoid that rather embarrassing screw up, and after you get the card into the slot, you close the phone back up.
Now, according to the instructions, you just need to hold down these two buttons at the same time, and…
For a moment, nothing seems to happen, before light ripples out from the center of the screen, filling everything with a pale blue light. Once the screen is entirely lit up, the MiT logo appears, along with a little empty bar. It only takes a few moments before the bar fills completely, and a wall of text appears.
You start to look through the terms, quickly realizing that it is some kind of contract. So you set the phone down onto the table, and with Dad's help you quickly understand what you are looking at. It's the same contract that Dad has been reading through this whole time - This way you can sign the contract here without having to mail the paper contract back to MiT.
You have a few questions still, and Dad is more than happy to talk things through with you. There is a soft ache in your chest as you realize that this is the most that you and Dad have spoken to each other in a single sitting since Mom died.
But now that you remember how good it feels to be here with him, to talk with him… You have to hope that this is the first step in the two of you opening up to one another again.
All you need to do now is click yes or no, then sign your name.
Somehow, despite having been talking and discussing all of this all this time… There is something about that question on screen that makes the moment feel more real than it has been up until now.
The moment feels more intense than it has any reason to. As if making this decision is going to change your world forever.
Well, if it is, then there is nothing more for it. Because you are ready.
You press [YES].
Nothing changes. You've done it. You own a cellphone now. And a really good one at that.
But before you have a chance to cheer, a screen pops up, asking for your signature. It is a little difficult to write out your name with a finger like this… and you aren't at all impressed by your handwriting, but that doesn't matter. You've done it. You watch as the signature seems to glow for a moment, before your name appears in regular text.
That's a cool feature. You wonder how it works.
Before you have a chance to try and figure anything more out, a new image appears. A white ribbon flutters up from the bottom of the screen, curling into a tall, tightening spiral with an arrow at the top.
AMALA_OS
Installing…
0%
You stare at the number on the screen, waiting and watching, wondering how long it is…
It takes nearly five minutes before the number tics over to 1%.
Your phone is installing something, probably all the important phone things, and it isn't going to be ready until tomorrow morning. Which is a bit of a shame, you really wanted to see all of what your phone was going to be able to do, but that's… fine.
You've got the whole weekend ahead of you. Tomorrow is Saturday, and you have the entire day free. The only thing that you really need to do is head to the Library to do a bit of studying for your midterms next week, but that's it. You don't have any chores to do, and you already did all of your laundry for the week…
You need to make a plan for…
You want to make a plan for tomorrow, but you are exhausted, and your mind is failing to click together. Not least of which because every few minutes you find yourself glancing back down to the phone, checking to see how much further the download has gotten.
Every time it completely wrecks your train of thought. You can't help but hope that the bar will be a little further along than it actually is. Waiting and watching your phone is a lost cause.
As is trying to plan for things. You push yourself up to your feet, finding yourself a little unsteady. Leaning over, you give Dad a hug. "I… I think I've hit the end of what I've got." You mutter to him. "Gonna go to sleep."
Dad chuckles, shaking his head. You grab your phone's box as you move, checking one last time to make sure that there isn't anything else that you might want.
And there are. There's a wall plug in, a charging cord…
And a little solar panel that has the same kind of port as your charger. Something that would allow you to charge your phone even if there wasn't any power.
You can't help but imagine how annoyed you would have been, waking up tomorrow morning, to find that the phone died of low battery during the night.
…Well, maybe. You have no idea how long phone batteries last at this point, and you're going to have to check and learn about that at some point… but not now.
In your room, you plug your phone in, flip it over so that the screen is hidden… and then get ready for bed. Thankfully, you are exhausted enough that sleep comes easily for you.
Your dreams are… strange. You aren't entirely sure how to put them into words, fragmented images dancing across your mind's eyes. Dark clouds, a roaring buzz like a chainsaw ten times over. Burning heat and the roar of a lion. Falling down from on high.
Running.
Running.
Running.
Running from the heat. Running from the truth.
You dream of black fog, sturdy and stoic - a friend?
You dream of razor sharp wit, of bottle green glass, and laughter shared with another.
You dream of fur and blood and bones, a sharp snarl and the whimper of a lost puppy.
You dream of nothing.
You dream of a jester, too lazy to mock the king, yet somehow in doing so mocking the king more than anyone.
Then…
You wake. Rubbing at an eye, you try to remember what it was that you saw there, who it was that was by your side. Because somehow… You feel like you've lost something. Someone. No, not just one. You've lost something, but where the loss of your mother was like your entire world coming down, and your former best friend turning on you was a blazing inferno that burnt away all your smiles…
The thing that you've lost here is like a bug bite. Something that could be worse, but it is still so small that even now the pain is fading.
What is even weirder is that while the pain of this unknown loss still hurts, you feel… sturdier. Like you were at a crossroads, but now that path has become closed to you, leaving only one way forwards.
It is a peace that you are not used to - Particularly not this early in the morning. It might be the weekend, but you've never been one to enjoy the mornings, but instead you've always been someone of habit. Which means that you need to wake this early for school, and so even on the weekends you still wake this early.
Today is another day. The same as all your other days. The same as it ever was, and yet not fully the same. Because the first thing that you do upon waking up is roll over. Reaching out you nearly fall out of bed as you grab hold, and click the button to bring the screen up once more.
That same stupid arrow is there, along with the name.
But now the screen reads 84%.
A groan starts to burble up from the depths of your chest, but before it reaches your lips the number slides into the next.
85%
Then a window pops up on the screen.
Core System Functionality Update Complete.
Would you like to initiate System? DSP, Harm, and SCrack systems will continue to download and configure in the Background.
[Yes] | [No]
Would you like to initiate System? DSP, Harm, and SCrack systems will continue to download and configure in the Background.
[Yes] | [No]
There is a moment where you sit there, rubbing at an eye with the back of your hand as you try and parse the words in front of you with your still half slumbering mind. Finally, after a short yawn, things click into place. There are some parts of your new phone that aren't up and ready to be used yet, but the most important parts - The bits that make a phone a phone, are. So all you have to do is hit the button, and you can actually start using your phone.
A quick tap of the button later, and your phone's screen blooms to life once more, the MiT logo appearing as it gives off a triumphant little jingle.
After a moment, the light fades, and you are left with a background that looks like a shimmering night sky, overlooking a small hill where there is some kind of animated cute girl laying back, one foot bobbing up and down in time with the twinkling of the stars. Along one side of the screen there is what looks almost like a building, and there are a number of apps already installed, but each one is grayed out with a pair of crossing chains blocking them off.
At the very top of the screen is that same bar that you've seen this morning and last night, still slowly working away to finish installing the last bits of the phone. Over on the right side of the screen, opposite the locked apps are a few that are unlocked. The first app looks like the ear piece of one of those old corded phones. You're gonna assume that is the part of the phone that allows you to call people. Below that is an app that looks like standard user profile pic that you'd seen on PHO or other sites.
If you were gonna take a guess, that's probably your contacts, and the people that you know. Below that is a little bubble with three dots in it. That's probably for texting people if you were to take a guess. Then below that is an app that looks like a camera. Obvious enough. and finally an app that looks like a Gear. Setting without a doubt.
Unfortunately, with the images grayed out and the chains on top of them, you can't get even the slightest look at what the apps on the left side of the screen are. So you are just going have to wait for them to finish downloading.
As you sit there, trying to figure out what else your phone might have on it, since you know some phones have a browser installed on them, there is a chirping sound, and a little number 1 appears on the corner of the Texting app.
Taylor.
If you are seeing this, then I am sorry, my baby girl. I tried to get back to you and your father.
Now it seems the only way home is for you to come find me.
I'm in the Expanse.
Tough times are coming, but you can handle them. You can find me.
Love, Mom.
🔗
If you are seeing this, then I am sorry, my baby girl. I tried to get back to you and your father.
Now it seems the only way home is for you to come find me.
I'm in the Expanse.
Tough times are coming, but you can handle them. You can find me.
Love, Mom.
🔗
At first, you nearly throw your phone across the room. What the hell is this? Who the hell thought that it would be funny to do something like this…
Except, there at the bottom of the text was a linked image.
The moment that you pulled yourself back from the worst anger, you clicked the button.
And the image that appears stopped you straight out.
That's Mom.
An image of your mother. You don't recognize the gloom behind her, but there isn't just a random picture. You can't say that this isn't some kind of joke… but it is a joke unlike anything that you've seen before. And more than that, the date on the photo.
That was only two months ago.
What the fuck.
How the fuck.
What is this?
You sit there on the bed for a moment, simply staring at the image of your mother in front of you. If this is real… It can't be real.
And yet-
There's no way…
And yet-
Every time that you try to reject it, that hole in your life thrums. Like this is the obvious answer that you've been looking for all this time. You don't know what an expanse is. You don't know where it is.
But you live in a world of heroes and villains, of superhuman abilities. It is entirely possible that Mom was pulled away from the crash that supposedly killed her. Then why hasn't she come home. Is she stuck in this expanse? Where is this…
Is this real?
The questions whirl around and around and around in your head, faster and faster, leaving you with no idea how to even-
There is only one question that slams through it all. Something that you need to decide.
Do you tell Dad about this?
[ ][tell] Yes
[ ][tell] No
Honestly. You have no idea how Dad would react to this. You have no idea what he would do, how he would react.
You barely know how you are reacting at this point.
You rub at your eyes, turning the phone over as you stumble up and out of bed. You need to think, not about that, but about your day. And if that was there, screen up so that you could look at it, there was no chance that you'd be thinking about anything else.
You do need to go to the Library to do some homework, but… You don't have to do that right now.
You've saved up a good bit of allowance up until now - just over a hundred dollars. You could head to the Boardwalk, check out the shops there… They are a bit more expensive though…
Or you could head to the Lord's Market. Admittedly, over the last few weeks members of both the Church of the Messiah and the Ring of Gaea have had people there like… doing open air sermons.
You thought that stuff like that was illegal, but the last time someone complained they said that they had permits… so…
There's also the Park up on Captain's Hill. Your favorite Ice Cream shop is that way…
Oh. There's also the Museum of Natural History. Apparently they picked up a new exhibit recently about Ancient civilizations, the mysticism of ancient gods, and there was even talk about them having artifacts that they believe might be connected to the tower of Babel.
And if you are just wanting to waste time, there is also the Arcade down on the square. Plenty of games to waste your time and quarters on.
Where do you want to go?
[ ][Go] The Library
- Guarantee to encounter: Demon Summoning App combat encounter
- Chance of encountering: People from Winslow, people from other schools, members of New Wave, Messians, racists, druggies, a detective, ???
[ ][Go] The Boardwalk
- Guarantee to encounter: Demon Summoning App combat encounter, Enforcers
- Chance of encountering: People from Winslow, People from Other Schools, Glory Girl, A Foxy Girl, Wards trying to be sneaky, Racists, Sophia, Yakuza, heroes, villains, Parian, a blue haired boy and his girlfriend, ???
[ ][Go] The Lord's Market
- Guarantee to encounter: Demon Summoning App combat encounter, Messians, Gaeans.
- Chance of encountering: People from school, People from other schools, the mayor's niece and her friends, members of the Wards trying to be sneaky, Panacea, Emma, Sophia heroes, villains, druggies, a girl and her friend looking for her boyfriend's birthday present, ???
[ ][Go] Captain's Hill
- Guarantee to encounter: Demon Summoning App combat encounter
- Chance of encountering: People from Winslow, people from other schools, Madison, Sophia, The mayor's niece and her babysitter, members of the Wards, Laserdream, Heroes, Villains, a tomboy and her girlfriend on a date, a man in a robe, druggies, ???
[ ][Go] The Museum
- Guarantee to encounter: Demon Summoning App combat encounter, the Police
- Chance of encountering: People from other schools, rich people, Madison, Shadowstalker, Gallant, heroes, villains, a group of four friends investigating something, a man in a robe, ???
[ ][Go] The Arcade
- Guarantee to encounter: Demon Summoning App combat encounter, a boy named Jin
- Chance of encountering: People from Winslow, Sophia, a man in a robe, enforcers, a blue haired boy and his best friend, a detective, ???
You all chose to be one of the Devil Children. Which means that you are an Heir to one of the Great Axoims. Which one is depends on Annette.
I have been struggling to think of how to best set this up, so I am going with the blunt one.
What is Annette's Alignment?
[ ][Axiom] Light
- [ ] Sub alignment Law
- [ ] Sub alignment Neutral
- [ ] Sub alignment Chaos
[ ][Axiom] Dark
- [ ] Sub Law
- [ ] Sub Neutral
- [ ] Sub Chaos
[ ][Axiom] Law
- [ ] Align Light
- [ ] Align Neutral
- [ ] Align Dark
[ ][Axiom] Chaos
- [ ] Minor Light
- [ ] Minor Neutral
- [ ] Minor Dark
As shown above, all possible locations involve your Demon Summoning App coming online, which means that a demon is going to be summoned to fight you.
However, as a Devil Child, you smell delectable.
So it is not one demon that comes forth to try and defeat you, but three. Should they win, they will be allowed freedom into the Bay. Should they lose however, they will be Tamed by you, making you - and all the demons in your stock Clan to one another, making them eternally loyal.
CHOOSE THREE (3)
[ ][Contract] A thing that looks like a man, dressed in green armor with a golden mask, a gun at their side.
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Isiri Pudireach
Predictive text can go duck itself
Oh hey, Annette's a Tifa faceclaim.
[X][Axiom] Light
-[X] Sub alignment Neutral
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Chaos
[X][Axiom] Light
-[X] Sub alignment Neutral
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Chaos
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RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X][tell] Yes
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Law
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Neutral
Still need to think about demons.
EDIT: Identifications:
[ ][Contract] A pink haired woman who has… Wings made of marbles?
- Fairy Napaea
EDIT 2: Demon vote:
Tentatively going with this for demons:
[X][Contract] A figure with long hair that reminds you of your own, dressed in white, and wearing a golden mask with a halo behind it.
- Angel, probably
[X][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
- I want some kind of electric attack
[X][Contract] A thing that looks like a man, dressed in green armor with a golden mask, a gun at their side.
- Demonicas are cool and I heard people wanted them
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Law
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Neutral
Still need to think about demons.
EDIT: Identifications:
[ ][Contract] A pink haired woman who has… Wings made of marbles?
- Fairy Napaea
EDIT 2: Demon vote:
Tentatively going with this for demons:
[X][Contract] A figure with long hair that reminds you of your own, dressed in white, and wearing a golden mask with a halo behind it.
- Angel, probably
[X][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
- I want some kind of electric attack
[X][Contract] A thing that looks like a man, dressed in green armor with a golden mask, a gun at their side.
- Demonicas are cool and I heard people wanted them
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- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh that is a lot of options.
[X][tell] Yes
I feel like telling is an absolute must take, and maybe he has some idea of Annette's past.
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Chaos
Light is generally pro humanity and chaos feels the most fitting to what little is know about her. Though probably willing to swap this if one of the other sub options are close.
[X][Go] Captain's Hill
No real strong opinions on where to go.
[X][Contract] A strange white skinned figure with a bow and a wooden fox mask
[X][Contract] a small clay skinned figure with long ears and a yellow hat
[x][Contract] …Is that puss in boots?
Kitty.
[X][tell] Yes
I feel like telling is an absolute must take, and maybe he has some idea of Annette's past.
[X][Axiom] Light
- [X] Sub alignment Chaos
Light is generally pro humanity and chaos feels the most fitting to what little is know about her. Though probably willing to swap this if one of the other sub options are close.
[X][Go] Captain's Hill
No real strong opinions on where to go.
[X][Contract] A strange white skinned figure with a bow and a wooden fox mask
[X][Contract] a small clay skinned figure with long ears and a yellow hat
[x][Contract] …Is that puss in boots?
Kitty.
Isiri Pudireach
Predictive text can go duck itself
Not sure who all the demons are, but
Pixie
Cait Sith
Angel (specifically the SMT 5 redesign)
RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
BTW, the first demon is probably one of the the "Demonica" demons from SMT:SJ
In case anyone wanted that:
[ ][Contract] A thing that looks like a man, dressed in green armor with a golden mask, a gun at their side.
In case anyone wanted that:
[ ][Contract] A thing that looks like a man, dressed in green armor with a golden mask, a gun at their side.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Huh, that's interesting. It's reversed. In canon Annette is the one that was texting. A parallel to how Eden crashed and died, and Scion went into depression like Danny.
FINALLY SOME SENSE! Not having a cellphone in what is basically the crime capital of America is insane.
Good for if the power plants get exploded or something.
The Undersiders?
Black Fog=Grue
Razor Wit=Tattletale
Fur and Bone=Rachel
Nothing=Aisha
Jester=Regent
Interesting...
[X][tell] Yes
[X][Axiom] Light
-[X] Sub alignment Neutral
[X][Go] The Museum
[x][Contract] …Is that puss in boots?
Please oh please everyone vote for this one. The funny potential is great, and Taylor can use a pet cat! Cait Sith is adorable!!! FEAR ME IF YOU DARE! A tiny adorable little knight. 😀
[X][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
[X][Contract] a small clay skinned figure with long ears and a yellow hat
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[X][tell] Yes
No reason not to really, he deserves to know
[X][Go] Captain's Hill
Why not, the Law and Chaos factions being in close proximity make me think there's a brawl brewing and we may not be ready for that
[X][Contract] A tiny woman, dressed in blue with long deep red curls rolling down her back. She has a Firey personality.
[X][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
[X][Contract] a tiny woman with wings, her short purple hair cut in a bob. She has a Icy cold stare.
Pixie gang! They will learn to fear the tiny and wing-ed!
[x] [Axiom] Light
- [x] Sub alignment Chaos
Freedom and friendly to humans if I remember how it was explained to me right
No reason not to really, he deserves to know
[X][Go] Captain's Hill
Why not, the Law and Chaos factions being in close proximity make me think there's a brawl brewing and we may not be ready for that
[X][Contract] A tiny woman, dressed in blue with long deep red curls rolling down her back. She has a Firey personality.
[X][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
[X][Contract] a tiny woman with wings, her short purple hair cut in a bob. She has a Icy cold stare.
Pixie gang! They will learn to fear the tiny and wing-ed!
[x] [Axiom] Light
- [x] Sub alignment Chaos
Freedom and friendly to humans if I remember how it was explained to me right
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Taylor was understandably freaking the hell out but that's to be expected.
[X][tell] Yes
Gotta at bare minimum let pops know his wife is alive and possibly learn more about her.
[X][tell] Yes
Gotta at bare minimum let pops know his wife is alive and possibly learn more about her.
[ ][Contract] A tiny woman, dressed in blue with long deep red curls rolling down her back. She has a Firey personality.
[ ][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
[ ][Contract] a tiny woman with wings, her short purple hair cut in a bob. She has a Icy cold stare.
... So we got confirmation that this is just 3 different flavors of Pixie.
Do we do it, do we make the Pixie army?
2nd is from devil summoner.
3rd is soul hacker.
[ ][Contract] A tiny woman with wings, dressed in white with a pink sash, her long blue hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She has a Lightning quick tongue
[ ][Contract] a tiny woman with wings, her short purple hair cut in a bob. She has a Icy cold stare.
... So we got confirmation that this is just 3 different flavors of Pixie.
Do we do it, do we make the Pixie army?
2nd is from devil summoner.
3rd is soul hacker.
RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'm pretty sure freedom is Neutral, and Chaos is lots of violence.
Generally speaking, "escape this mess and let people make their own choices" is neutral.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Not without Puss In Boots! FAIRY CAT!
Being fair, I'm kinda half assuming that the Light sub-alignment at least blunts some of Chaos' worse tendencies, taking it from complete anarchy to general freedom. Although the possibility that Danny romanced a completely evil and hostile to humanity demon implies that he had some serious charm in him at one point, goddamn
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RadiantPhoenix
Trudging up the Hill
- Location
- USA, Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You're going to need a *lot* of Light to blunt "everyone eats each other, often literally"
I think you should definitely err on the side of more Light and less Chaos with Light-sub-Chaos, like tygerbright
There is a reason I didn't even consider anything but Light-primary.
EDIT: I just looked it up.
The Chaos ending of Strange Journey is "Humanity must suffer for disturbing the natural order".
EDIT 2:
Yeah, I guess that would be kinda hilarious.
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FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Reminder this will be Taylor's first fight. 3 different elemental pixies can just be a nightmare.
1 can attack while 2 handle constant healing.
"You should have seen us back in the day. I was pushing Lustrum's protests towards violence and castration, and he was punching out entire dockside bars in drunken brawls...it was perfect."