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  1. Messiah Complex

    [TOG] Devouring Waves of the Third Floor [Local]

    This all seemed too easy; Headon spoke of the Tower as a living entity that beckons determined individuals higher and toward dangers, riches and an ending beyond one's imagination. There was an uncertainty in the back of his mind-- was there something at the top of this tower that was worth the sea of blood that would be left in their wake? Or instead, would the tower -- or its inhabitants-- devour them tooth, claw or nail before their final ascension to its crest. Alas, they didn't possess their futures within their hands; they chased this distant future to the tippity-top, guns ablaze and a devil-may-care attitude to boot. The second floor massacre had come and gone; a sense of civility (whatever that meant) lay before them -- an urban floor of buildings and structures. Businesses? Food carts? A sense of commerce that enveloped the general populace, perhaps the final encampment of those who dared tread the tower's ascent and failed. It was hard to gather a read of these people; their ideals, their reason for remaining at peace upon a single floor. Perhaps it was another test -- perhaps not. The rules to this game were still quite unclear -- ascension to the top was amongst multiple paths. Which would be theirs? At least there was an objective to be sought upon this floor in the meanwhile -- they were to obtain the fabled and coveted battle positions and perhaps even some training to allow them to get acclimated; perhaps even a few of them already knew which position fit them the most. "This is why I hate brats..." The disembodied voice carried from within the satchel over Eobard's shoulder once again. It was difficult to determine what exactly was the reason, although it was likely to do with the increase in population and their voices that carried over and among one another into a chaos of uncontrolled volume that just wouldn't/couldn't remain quiet enough to allow sleep to resume. A short flashback of the images of floor two relayed on memory. Ends and means? There was a moment or two of perfect silence on that floor -- if he remembered correctly. Perhaps that was the answer here too. Yeah, that's right -- he'd kill for continued napping time. All in due time; shuffling and changing laying position within the sac -- maybe it was just a matter of muting the world around him.
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    [TOG] The Floor of the Test, South

    The bunny humanoid cut through the concrete thick tension that arouse and filled the space between the newest arrivals and the cuddle session that was taking place only moments earlier. It was an interesting trick she was able to perform; healing the mount beneath his paws – perhaps she knew of a water hole nearby where the young lad would be able to quench thirst and be ready to continue their quest in a matter of moments. But alas, that wasn’t where Eobard’s mind wanted to take this foray. “At this point, we've all made it, so there's no real need for further violence. Truce? " The offer lingered in the air for but a moment before Little-Red offered a rebuttal already on the prowl forward; like a mother lion carefully keeping an eye on the cub with a mind of its own – a ritual of sorts he’d been a part of once or twice. The connection between the two (Little-Red & Bunny Girl) seemed to be a hair deeper than just acquaintances – perhaps they had come to the event together? It was a detail difficult to gauge based on the notable differences in how they carried themselves individually. Eobard took the first step towards introductions; ever vigilant at keeping the peace when he has the chance. Maybe he should’ve given the lad a chance to speak his mind in their previous engagement. Nyah. No sense wasting thoughts on their past – they were in the present and there was an all too real threat slowly approaching from the front. Head rose out of the rucksack over Eobard’s shoulder and paws carried the feline form from one shoulder, behind his head and to the other before an all too real voice manifested from the form’s mouth. “Nyah-name’s Nezz – The Great and Powerful. And Barbie; if we wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be having this discussion now. This olive branch is more of a tree – we’re looking for strong roots to help this canopy reach the tower’s top. Meow.” With the proposition carrying on the wind; Eobard would feel the slow emergence of claws piercing the fabrics beneath – Nezz lowered slowly and readied to pounce into action should the need arise, tail flicking this and that way to the rear.
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    [TOG] The Floor of the Test, South

    The cat’s visage had altered slightly; taking on a far more feline appearance – instead of his bipedal form depicted earlier on. There was no explanation given to Eobard to realistically describe what had happened; the transformation had taken place sometime during his blackout anyhow and perhaps added to the confusion as to just how he’d gotten into such a situation to begin with. "I'm sorry, why do I have to carry you again?" The human posed a valid question; the cat, who’s ears protruded from the rucksack thrown over shoulder, wasn’t injured -- in fact Eobard had managed to embarrass himself to such a point that bringing him along was far more a hindrance than actual help. Granted, the boy’s only saving grace is that he possessed enough strength still to carry the rucksack as they both attempted to survive the moments that remained; taking the actual travel into his own hands and allowing further Zzz’s to be caught and dreams of mice sandwiches to take place until the eventual “fat lady” solo that would signal the end to the entire ordeal. He wouldn’t allow the boy to contemplate his own question for too long; for fear of actually causing more distress to his mind and prolonged confusion as to what life would be like moving forward. “I don’t need to stretch my feet; rather resting and keeping my legs fresh is in both of our interests. Especially if you plan on making it out of this floor alive…” It was hard to gauge Eobard’s strength; Eobard in general didn’t seem to belong in a place like this – a misplaced transplant that got lost amongst the several dozen that were just discarded here. Still he had survived the altercation between the pair for some reason; there was a quiet strength – a resolve or determination perhaps that ushered forward and kept him wayward. Plodding one foot after another kept them moving forward toward their respective destinies -- these waves of grass would carry them higher. There wasn’t a certainty that he’d bring Eobard along on his quest to ascend the tower – but if the boy continued to make himself useful – there was no reason he couldn’t tag along. There wasn’t much time to ridicule this decision or to contemplate it further; the latest wall of grass parted and the scene that unfolded in the instant may have taken a moment for his mount to comprehend. However, the vibe of death that shuddered against the air was all too familiar. He was certain that his voice hadn’t carried over the grass – he’d remain quiet for the moment; the blood red woman before them sent a shiver down his spine and the body count that littered the area realistically warranted it.
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    [TOG] The Floor of the Test, South

    “What…” The scene had already cut to one pawed foot leaving the ground nearly the split moment the boy attempted to make sense of the figure before him; a barely visible cloud of dust kicked into the air upon his departure. Like had already been stated; the small feline was foreign, alien-esque, to these parts – parts being the most immediate vicinity and the floors above it. However, the human-figure before him was nothing new or exciting, in all actuality there was more blame, for the prior interruptions of this cat’s nap, to be dished out and this poor-blue-eyed-soul was about to find himself at the wrong end of those wrathful claws that only wished to quiet the noise that enveloped so much of the golden fields. Fade to black. Upon initial attempt to reopen eyes; skin a swollen twist of purples and blues that may have almost matched the “luminous” display beneath, there may have been slight serious discomfort over the attempt that would reveal the sky above - still as clear as the moment he’d remember prior; yet the day hinted more toward an extended period afterward – who was counting anyways? He could’ve spent the moment wondering how the scene played out prior; just how he had ended up in this position – this situation. More importantly, he could use the moment given to him to determine why he was still alive – and in one-solid-albeit-bent-and-swollen piece. That would be if he could even finish a coherent comprehension of the situation at hand. As lungs would attempt to take the first pained breath to assess the situation; he’d notice a weight of sorts wrestling against the one or two perhaps broken (probably bruised) upper ribs in his chest. An almost silent hum or purr in short rhythm would’ve played against eardrums, given enough attention to such detail. In the time since he’d been out – the numbers had dwindled; magnificently – it had been as if the people overseeing the event allowed 200 to cut itself further and into what would be considered the “elite” of the bunch. The exact number they were looking for an uncertainty – but this lead into an almost serene silence that allowed the games of “cat and mouse” to be solved stealthy: quietly. Finally, full realization would show that the alien feline had determined this humanoid figure the most suitable place for his next nap. But the extent of just how asleep he’d be remained to be seen – Eobard was likely not going to want to test fate twice today… but who knew?
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    OOC: [TOG] The Floor of the Test [North and South]

    excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. but, on a scale of 1 to 10, what would be your interest in a Tower of God (TOG) themed roleplay?
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    OOC: [TOG] The Floor of the Test [North and South]

    We need more newcomers.
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    [TOG] The Floor of the Test, South

    It was somewhere off in the distance; having taken a good couple of minutes of ducking out of close calls, masquerading as a figment of most participants imagination one moment -- only to disappear into the tall golden grass on the double-take of one or two passersby who couldn't believe such an innocent appearance graces the anything but safe field of slaughter under the blue skies. But alas, he'd found that sought after shade -- beneath a subtle overhang of what appeared to be a massive boulder/remnant of a mountain that once existed in this place. Its historical inaccuracies weren't necessarily important though -- in this time and place it provided just enough shade, close enough to the ground that it required no additional details to manifest into a momentarily quiet napping place. Although it wouldn't last for too long. His eyes were only shut for twenty minutes -- max, before the first time he'd have been discovered by some unassuming (well assumptions were gravely misconstrued) passerby. An hour later; a scene that detailed exactly why that statement about "waking sleeping lions and why you should never do it" pertained to the landscape that panned out from the cat's almost serene sleep posture against a mound of bodies and weapons, bent and broken along with abstract artwork that detailed the side of the rock covered hill to his rear. The golden wall -- red stained for the most part -- parted once again. A momentary twitch of fright carried up the duo's spines as the scene and scent hit them like an immovable wall and in the middle of it all reside the king of this jungle and these peasants just wouldn't let him rest.
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    [TOG] The Floor of the Test, South

    I’m nothing like you. I wasn’t chosen to rise up this tower – I wasn’t chosen. It was upon the ground; tripping and stumbling forward at all costs – a figure chased into the depth of the wood somewhere on the furthest edges of the world. Impeded branches and foliage snap and break upon passing. Pursued deep into the night, beneath a pitch-black canopy that shed no light on the path forced upon by those who meant vicious harm. Unsure of what lay before him. Unsure of the decisions made that affect family; withered since abandonment and hunted to the brink of extinction. What choices could’ve led a family to this cliffside? Damnation at any cost. The moonlight danced along the cliff side; nothingness enveloped the chasm beyond the moon’s reach – to his rear approached a mob of voices. Shallow breaths crashed upon one another like ocean waves; flight or fight, didn’t leave much in the way of options – flying off into the distance stars would’ve been much more promising on its end of the spectrum. It was in that moment that the moonlight seemingly grew brighter; a doorway of light revealed itself just off the land. Its warmth beckoned him forward and into the light swallowing his form and returning the chasm to nothingness. Again, the warmth crashed against him; this time while eyelids parted to reveal the distant blue sky, complete with the rolling white fluff called clouds. The speakers largely went unnoticed – its voice secondary to his own thoughts that coupled the confusion of the seemingly limitless sky that remained before him. Wasn’t it just moments ago that he’d completed that Headon’s ridiculous task? Within the depths of a cavern? “To go up the tower…” The combination of words played on ears, causing them to tick momentarily as if he’d heard something similar before. He’d really had passed the test. The Tower was real. And this was the first step. The continuance of the voice’s instructions carried over the sea of grass that surrounded his body. Apparently not the only one who found themselves in the fields; 699 others reside somewhere else within the grass; a couple of side glances this way or that confirmed that no one was within his vicinity. This fact alone allowed a short sigh of relief to escape lungs while rising to his pawed feet. (He still couldn’t see over the golden sea before him) “Guess if I want to continue to the top; I just need to find myself in the top two-hundred, nya.” Whiskers wiggled a little before paws clasped behind back and he disappeared into a golden wall before him. There must be shade around here somewhere. Oh, you thought I was going to fight his way into the top 200? You must not have been paying attention.
  9. You should probably stick to your desk job -- perhaps even stay bed ridden.