Tartarus
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“Princess Anastasia would like a candy apple.” Milo said softly to the woman who owned the sweet stand. She seemed to recognize him even before he showed her the king’s seal embossed on the back of his hand, and she nodded and handed him a particularly shiny red fruit. Free food was one of the many perks Anna received for being royalty. He didnt look, but Milo could tell that the next fight was starting by the way the people had started chanting. The support seemed to be for the lion again. He felt like he was going to faint, he was very sensitive about death. It really did seem wrong that the humans enjoyed something that a heartless, mindless, cold skinned object could not stand. Anna squealed excitedly when he handed her the candy before her scrambled back up Oliver’s back to get a better view. “Did they sell the victor?” Toby asked. Milo shook his head, the platform had been empty. It was tradition to auction off the fighters who were too injured to go out again. But since children under ten couldn’t be brought to auction without a parent, (this rule was ignored frequently in less prominent markets) many of the victors were too young to escape via this method, instead being recycled against weaker competition. Looks like this lion was one of those unlucky children. The announcer yelled out the stats and names of the new opponents as Oliver tried to keep the princess from falling off his shoulders and Milo buried his face in Toby’s shoulder, who was watching the field with rapt interest.
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A middle aged man, neither short nor tall, nor thin or fat, sits on one of the chests used to keep life jackets. He smiles and waves to each person as they come over, encouraging everyone to have a seat and make themselves comfortable, theres plenty of life jacket boxes to go around. “Is everyone here?” He asks, standing up and straightening his uniform.
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Toby, Oliver, and Milo are secondary strangers, meaning they were created by a stranger, not born as one. In this case, they were the work of a toymaker witch. After giving birth to stillborn triplets, she was so deep in despair that she created these three life sized dolls and merged the infants’ souls with them. They lived with her as her children for two years before the warlocks found the shop and executed her. The dolls were spared since, objectively, they are very well made and amusing oddities. They were given to the king and belong to the princess now, and are three of her favorite toys. They’re the size of average twelve year old boys, and act about the same age. If broken, they can heal themselves, but the area grows back
with a bluish tinge, sort of like a bruise.Toby- the self declared leader, Toby is sassy and sultry, and is a master at charming others into doing what he wants
http://shop.fashiondoll.nl/images/items/luts/duri2.jpgOliver- the more brutish, and masculine of the three, Oliver is usually calm and very competent, often bailing the other two out of trouble.
http://bjd-baby.com/images/luts/Kid%20Delf%20Boy%20AN_1.jpgMilo- the emotional baby of the group, Milo is shy and innocent. He’s made of porcelain rather than clay, so is much more delicate.
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There was the sound of a loud foghorn, indicating that the ship would soon be leaving, and the hell hounds retreated, seeming to disappear into the boiler room. A friendly, dulcet male voice was heard over the speakers. “Hello passengers, and thank you for choosing Acheron cruise lines for your journey. Captain Charon speaking, we’d like to apologize for those unruly stowaways some of you may have encountered. They must have slipped on at our previous destination.” The captain chuckled at that before continuing. “Now, we’ll be setting off very soon, but first, I need to request that all passengers come to the top deck for a ticket check and a quick review of safety precautions. Thank you!”
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((i’m waiting until we have ten or more confirmed characters. it’s easier if everyone jumps in at once))
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I vote for alternia
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How do you post images?
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Sebastian returned as quickly as he could, but held back rather than make his presence known. This was utterly ruining the relaxed atmosphere of the party, still, his master didn’t seem to want his help just yet. He stayed several meters away, intentionally closer to Ciel than Claude was.
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Well, I’m not saying it’s true, but I heard it once from a man down in Louisiana, he says he knows how they made the toxic waste. And he said it wasn’t an accident at all.
He said he worked at the factory when he was young, back when it was a sewage treatment plant. Said the government bought the place out just after we joined the war. All of the workers were fired except for a few certain people; The Night Shift, they were called. The building sat empty for a long time, or so they thought. But then, little by little, people started saying they saw strange things near the old plant. They said that the Night Shift had come back, working at SOMETHING in the deep hours before morning. That the lights turned on, just for a second, and flickered off again. On. And then off. The pumps had started working again too, if you went down to the end of the pipes, where they emptied into the river, He said you could smell there was something wrong with the water, that it smelled burnt, almost like it was still burning. And if you stood there in that water for too long, then you’d get The Fever.
I heard that no one thought too much of The Fever at the start. It was some teenagers that got it first, they’d been out skinny dipping by the runoff pipes, and the next morning their parents found them crying, saying their insides were on fire, writhing and convulsing in their beds. The boy was the lucky one, they found him by the sink, where he’d drank himself to death, six gallons, I heard, and he just kept drinking until the last second.
They took the girl to the hospital, everyone was worried at this point, even some men from the government came down. But they never found out what happened to her. I hear she just disappeared, right about the same time those government men left. She wasn’t the last one to vanish, and she sure wasn’t the last to catch the fever. Soon more than half the town was feeling it, and it wasn’t a surprise. You couldn’t find one faucet, not in the whole area, that didn’t have water smelling of fire. Some of the richer folks bought bottled water, and only drank, only bathed, with that. The rest of them, well, of course there was the group that said it was God, punishing the wicked. And there were those that thought it was the Russians, trying to weaken the war effort. But he knew, this man said, he knew who was behind it.
And just as the supply of clean water diminished, as more and more people either died or disappeared, just as the people grew the most desperate, his theory was proved right. The people fleeing the town were stopped on the highway, locking in by a barricade of armored cars. The sky was clouded by black helicopters. And the mayor announced, through the mask of his hazmat suit, that the town had been chosen, entirely randomly of course, ‘to be the site of a new bomb testing site, isn’t that exciting?’
They must have used a lot of bombs, that’s all I can say, because by the time I came by, all that was left was that one man. Not one house, not one other person. Nothing, but that man, and a tall, boarded up building labeled ‘Sewage Treatment Plant’. I stared at the building for a moment, and I was going to ask if he’d ever gone in again. But when I turned around, he was gone. A black helicopter whirred past. I’m not ashamed to say; I ran.
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((“Heh. pretty good…” The soldier paused for a moment as he watched the flames lick at the dead raccoon they were roasting. “Oh! I know!”))
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H: *as soon as I get within arm’s length, the figure turns around, snarling, and lunges at me. It’s human, or was, but now it has long jagged needles of bone protruding from its hands and arms, even it’s teeth seem to have grown longer and sharper from the toxic waste. I’m trapped by the thick mud slowly reaching up my ankles, but I do my best to fight the thing off, slicing alternately with both swords, since I’m not sure which one will work on it.*
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((Can I just say this person is genius and I am 2000% more excited about this now?!?!!))
((Sorry, go ahead. *sits down by campfire and listens raptly*))
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Sebastian watched Claude with an unusually cold expression. What did those two want? He could hear that Ciel was still safely distracted by Elizabeth, for now. But all the same, he returned to the kitchen briefly; he was going to need more silverware.
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I would really like to do that plot actually. Since you don’t want it, is it ok if I make a separate group?
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Sebastian resisted frowning upon seeing who was at the door. It wasn’t so much a matter of whether Alois would start trouble, it was a matter of when. Nonetheless, he bowed and gestured to the ballroom entrance with a causal politeness. “Welcome, Earl Trancy. Please, do join us.” At least the boy had come alone this time.
