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[/size][size=5] A fantasy RP, CLOSED
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In an alternate version of the real world, magic has sprang into existence. The modern world has been blessed, but no one knows it yet. Several individuals, all between the ages of 14 and 16 were picked by this magic during the night. They woke up in a dark room, tied to chairs. They felt strange, alive.
And on that early, fall morning, they would meet the person who would change their lives forever.
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The Awakening of Magic
A fantasy RP, CLOSED
In an alternate version of the real world, magic has sprang into existence. The modern world has been blessed, but no one knows it yet. Several individuals, all between the ages of 14 and 16 were picked by this magic during the night. They woke up in a dark room, tied to chairs. They felt strange, alive.
And on that early, fall morning, they would meet the person who would change their lives forever.
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Let's Begin
Last night, you had the strangest of dreams. And now, on this cold autumn morning, you wake up. You are tied to a chair. Not painfully tight, but tight enough that you can't escape. You realize that there are five others tied to chairs in a semi circle. All of them are waking up with the same confused expression as you. And standing in front of the group is a man. He is old enough to be a grandpa, and he seems like one too. His blue eyes look sad as he shakes his head.
"Ah, you're awake. I'm sorry that you are tied up. See-" He paused, closing his eyes for a second.
"Let me start over. You six have magic. My organization has taken you here where you will be safe. We will train you and help you. Because now that you have magic, nothing will be the same. You are only safe here." He said with a sad smile.
"And now, I shall untie you. Apologies again." He stepped towards the nearest person, ready to untie them.
Lyria
Her dreams had been full of flying. But something was wrong. She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly. This was not her room. She listened as the grandfather man spoke, still looking confused.
Magic?
Was that the strange, tingling feeling that was spreading through her body?
Of course not.
Magic wasn't real.
Where was she?
What was happening?
Let's Begin
Last night, you had the strangest of dreams. And now, on this cold autumn morning, you wake up. You are tied to a chair. Not painfully tight, but tight enough that you can't escape. You realize that there are five others tied to chairs in a semi circle. All of them are waking up with the same confused expression as you. And standing in front of the group is a man. He is old enough to be a grandpa, and he seems like one too. His blue eyes look sad as he shakes his head.
"Ah, you're awake. I'm sorry that you are tied up. See-" He paused, closing his eyes for a second.
"Let me start over. You six have magic. My organization has taken you here where you will be safe. We will train you and help you. Because now that you have magic, nothing will be the same. You are only safe here." He said with a sad smile.
"And now, I shall untie you. Apologies again." He stepped towards the nearest person, ready to untie them.
Lyria
Her dreams had been full of flying. But something was wrong. She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly. This was not her room. She listened as the grandfather man spoke, still looking confused.
Magic?
Was that the strange, tingling feeling that was spreading through her body?
Of course not.
Magic wasn't real.
Where was she?
What was happening?
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Lance
He woke up from the weirdest and quite frankly one of the most disturbing he had ever had. It was about creeping around in the shadows and attacking people in a setting that looked an awful lot like the set of A.I.D.A., to the track of one of the songs in the musical. Hell week must have gotten to me more than I thought… Dang stress dream. He thought as he looked around and realized that this was not his house. The last thing I can remember is going home completely dead inside at like 11, still am dead inside… Moving set pieces multiple times in one night will do that to you. He added mentally. When the old man mentioned being tied up and magic, Lance tried to rub his eyes only to be stopped by the ropes. He gave the man a questioning look as he muttered, “Dr. Coffman is going to kill me if Matt doesn't find me first… I just broke so many parts of the theater code of ethics…” He wrote off the tired and achiness as a side effect to working stage crew during Hell week and not the supposed ‘magic’ that this old man who easily had a few screws loose was talking about.
((For those of you not well versed in theater, Tech week is commonly referred to as Hell week because it’s the most stressful time in rehearsals due to it being when all lines should be memorized and when full act straight throughs start. I’m not exaggerating on the time you get home either… Trust me. And the spoken note is a bit of a theater joke that the two scariest people are the Director and Stage Manager and a reference to the rules of all theater, you can find those in my clan profile if you’re curious. One does not simply disappear during Hell week.))
Lance
He woke up from the weirdest and quite frankly one of the most disturbing he had ever had. It was about creeping around in the shadows and attacking people in a setting that looked an awful lot like the set of A.I.D.A., to the track of one of the songs in the musical. Hell week must have gotten to me more than I thought… Dang stress dream. He thought as he looked around and realized that this was not his house. The last thing I can remember is going home completely dead inside at like 11, still am dead inside… Moving set pieces multiple times in one night will do that to you. He added mentally. When the old man mentioned being tied up and magic, Lance tried to rub his eyes only to be stopped by the ropes. He gave the man a questioning look as he muttered, “Dr. Coffman is going to kill me if Matt doesn't find me first… I just broke so many parts of the theater code of ethics…” He wrote off the tired and achiness as a side effect to working stage crew during Hell week and not the supposed ‘magic’ that this old man who easily had a few screws loose was talking about.
((For those of you not well versed in theater, Tech week is commonly referred to as Hell week because it’s the most stressful time in rehearsals due to it being when all lines should be memorized and when full act straight throughs start. I’m not exaggerating on the time you get home either… Trust me. And the spoken note is a bit of a theater joke that the two scariest people are the Director and Stage Manager and a reference to the rules of all theater, you can find those in my clan profile if you’re curious. One does not simply disappear during Hell week.))
Ana had been dreaming.
Of course, that didn't sound too strange, but... This time had been different. This was the most vivid dream she'd ever had.
It had started out like any normal dream. Her with her friends, hazy images and memories floating through her mind, and then it changed.
She saw... A girl, or was she an angel? She was tall, and had silver wings sprouting from her back, and Ana couldn't bear to look at her because she was so bright.
Then it had darkened. She saw blood, and a large black dragon soaring through shadows.
Then it changed again. Dirt was flying through the air and raining down from the sky, and amidst it was a girl. Ana tried to call out to her to get down but her voice didn't seem to work.
Then she saw... Were those two dragons? They were both soaring in the pink tainted clouds of the sunset. One was laughing, and the other was blue and purple and yellow. Actually, quite a nice color combo in her opinion.
And then she saw a warrior. She couldn't even tell what they're gender was, but they were fighting ruthlessly... And winning.
And then, a bunch of images flashed in her mind, none of which she could remember now, but that all gave her an awful feeling.
And then she was in a dark room.
This was a weird dream.
And the awful feeling felt... Physical? Was that a good way to put it? As in, suddenly she felt her wrists and they were rubbed raw. And she was sitting up, with her neck aching.
She blinked and looked up. She felt like there were more people in the dark with her, though how she could tell she had no clue.
And she felt something else. Like warmth in her heart and soul she'd never felt before. She there was more in the room. And it felt painful at first, like her heart was going to burn up.
And then a man who wasn't tied said something...? Something about magic...?
This was one weird dream.
Ana had been dreaming.
Of course, that didn't sound too strange, but... This time had been different. This was the most vivid dream she'd ever had.
It had started out like any normal dream. Her with her friends, hazy images and memories floating through her mind, and then it changed.
She saw... A girl, or was she an angel? She was tall, and had silver wings sprouting from her back, and Ana couldn't bear to look at her because she was so bright.
Then it had darkened. She saw blood, and a large black dragon soaring through shadows.
Then it changed again. Dirt was flying through the air and raining down from the sky, and amidst it was a girl. Ana tried to call out to her to get down but her voice didn't seem to work.
Then she saw... Were those two dragons? They were both soaring in the pink tainted clouds of the sunset. One was laughing, and the other was blue and purple and yellow. Actually, quite a nice color combo in her opinion.
And then she saw a warrior. She couldn't even tell what they're gender was, but they were fighting ruthlessly... And winning.
And then, a bunch of images flashed in her mind, none of which she could remember now, but that all gave her an awful feeling.
And then she was in a dark room.
This was a weird dream.
And the awful feeling felt... Physical? Was that a good way to put it? As in, suddenly she felt her wrists and they were rubbed raw. And she was sitting up, with her neck aching.
She blinked and looked up. She felt like there were more people in the dark with her, though how she could tell she had no clue.
And she felt something else. Like warmth in her heart and soul she'd never felt before. She there was more in the room. And it felt painful at first, like her heart was going to burn up.
And then a man who wasn't tied said something...? Something about magic...?
This was one weird dream.
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The man
He looked at Lance with a curious expression.
"Hmm? Theater? Maybe I can do something about that. Maybe." He said, untying Lance quickly.
"Now, you feel different, don't you?" He said, tilting his head. Then he untied Anastasia.
"Sleep well?" He chuckled quietly, stepping back.
Lyria
She made a confused sound, and the man went to untie her. She stood up quickly, wincing at the prickly feeling in her back. She realized it was more in her shoulder blades. She twisted her arm, trying to rub the feeling away.
"Um...who are you? All of you?" She said finally.
The man looked up.
"My name is Aldin. You can call me Al if you want."
(the room isn't that dark, by the way. Its fairly small, and there is just the chairs. No windows. No visible doors. Fairly small ceiling.)
The man
He looked at Lance with a curious expression.
"Hmm? Theater? Maybe I can do something about that. Maybe." He said, untying Lance quickly.
"Now, you feel different, don't you?" He said, tilting his head. Then he untied Anastasia.
"Sleep well?" He chuckled quietly, stepping back.
Lyria
She made a confused sound, and the man went to untie her. She stood up quickly, wincing at the prickly feeling in her back. She realized it was more in her shoulder blades. She twisted her arm, trying to rub the feeling away.
"Um...who are you? All of you?" She said finally.
The man looked up.
"My name is Aldin. You can call me Al if you want."
(the room isn't that dark, by the way. Its fairly small, and there is just the chairs. No windows. No visible doors. Fairly small ceiling.)
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Nadia
She woke up a start after having one of the freakiest dreams she ever had. She was running through a corn maze with a creepy looking old man chasing after her. She shivered remembering how real it felt, the autumn wind blowing through her long curly red hair. She tried jumping up but realized her hands were tied behind her back, she looked around to see she wasn’t the only one and they were starting to be let go. She forced back tears of confusion and fear deciding that it would be wayyy too embarrassing and she could cry later.
((Mood.))
Magic? I-...Have magic?
Not surprisingly this didn’t help the situation and she went to grab her hoodie to pull over her head only to be reminded again that she couldn’t.
Nadia
She woke up a start after having one of the freakiest dreams she ever had. She was running through a corn maze with a creepy looking old man chasing after her. She shivered remembering how real it felt, the autumn wind blowing through her long curly red hair. She tried jumping up but realized her hands were tied behind her back, she looked around to see she wasn’t the only one and they were starting to be let go. She forced back tears of confusion and fear deciding that it would be wayyy too embarrassing and she could cry later.
((Mood.))
Magic? I-...Have magic?
Not surprisingly this didn’t help the situation and she went to grab her hoodie to pull over her head only to be reminded again that she couldn’t.
Lance
He laughed nervously as he replied, "Don’t give out my location... But yeah, I work stage crew for the musical at school. Or I did." He then stretched and yawned before adding, "I'm Lance... And god do I just want to go back to sleep."
He then wrung his hands, his fingers oddly sore but, couldn’t that be caused by pulling heavy set pieces? His throat felt dry, but that wasn’t too strange considering that most people woke up that way. He ignored it for now as he glanced around the room a bit. Someone forgot to let the lighting crew know that people where on stage... Not that I wanted to wake up to the sun in my eyes or anything... Also, what did I do to my mouth? I don’t think I grind my teeth in my sleep. Perhaps there is a bit of merit to what Aldin said about 'magic'. He thought to himself.
Lance
He laughed nervously as he replied, "Don’t give out my location... But yeah, I work stage crew for the musical at school. Or I did." He then stretched and yawned before adding, "I'm Lance... And god do I just want to go back to sleep."
He then wrung his hands, his fingers oddly sore but, couldn’t that be caused by pulling heavy set pieces? His throat felt dry, but that wasn’t too strange considering that most people woke up that way. He ignored it for now as he glanced around the room a bit. Someone forgot to let the lighting crew know that people where on stage... Not that I wanted to wake up to the sun in my eyes or anything... Also, what did I do to my mouth? I don’t think I grind my teeth in my sleep. Perhaps there is a bit of merit to what Aldin said about 'magic'. He thought to himself.
((yeah sorry, she's like just waking up so it seems a lot darker since her eyes arent fully opened XD))
She felt as someone took the constraining thingies off her wrists. She felt them, they still hurt a little but it was definitely better.
She blinked a little and her eyes adjusted to the minimal light. She was in a room with a bunch of other people she didn't know. Weird. She looked up at the man who'd untied her. Why did he seem familiar? Scratch that, everyone in this room felt familiar. What...?
((yeah sorry, she's like just waking up so it seems a lot darker since her eyes arent fully opened XD))
She felt as someone took the constraining thingies off her wrists. She felt them, they still hurt a little but it was definitely better.
She blinked a little and her eyes adjusted to the minimal light. She was in a room with a bunch of other people she didn't know. Weird. She looked up at the man who'd untied her. Why did he seem familiar? Scratch that, everyone in this room felt familiar. What...?
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~call me Amethyst!
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~Fr+3
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~check out this super cool hatchery!
~and this other cool subspecies!
~Idk
~Every day I play a game online where you dress up overgrown lizards. Oh wait...
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(Ok
Also, Aldin kind of has a power where he can make people listen to him and calm people down.
Which is why the society put him in charge of this.
So everyone near/in the same room as him will start to feel calmer, and trust Aldin faster than they would usually)
Aldin
"Lance! Nice to meet you." He stepped back over to Aldin, his light blue eyes sparkling.
"Do you feel that hunger deep inside you?" He asked quietly.
"You are different now." He said, before turning back to the others.
He untied Nadia, then.
"Hmmm yes. We just need to wait for the others to wake up."
Lyria
"Nice to meet you. My name is Lyria..." She looked at Aldin. She felt slightly calmer now, for some reason. She tried to ignore that stupid prickly feeling. She yawned, trying to get her brain to wake up fully.
(Ok
Also, Aldin kind of has a power where he can make people listen to him and calm people down.
Which is why the society put him in charge of this.
So everyone near/in the same room as him will start to feel calmer, and trust Aldin faster than they would usually)
Aldin
"Lance! Nice to meet you." He stepped back over to Aldin, his light blue eyes sparkling.
"Do you feel that hunger deep inside you?" He asked quietly.
"You are different now." He said, before turning back to the others.
He untied Nadia, then.
"Hmmm yes. We just need to wait for the others to wake up."
Lyria
"Nice to meet you. My name is Lyria..." She looked at Aldin. She felt slightly calmer now, for some reason. She tried to ignore that stupid prickly feeling. She yawned, trying to get her brain to wake up fully.
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