Endless Perspective

Abbey · Sumomo Kasai (L) (Wed Oct 05, 2005 1:45 am)

RPName: Sumomo Kasai
RP Level: Light
Genre: Fantasy
Plot: Takes place during the Salem Witch Trials. Things from the future are brought back and changing history. The players are to stop this. Magick will be involved. There are two factions: The hunters and the hunted. More likely, the hunters will spot the group and accuse them of witchcraft.
World Map: United States

(This one is Aim based...)

Aim: Find something that can be used as a weapon.

Sadako, naturally wearing clothes from this era, fits in completely as she walks through the streets. She hides her video in her clothes so she doesn't get caught. She walks towards the church (it's Sunday morning in a puritan village...a little before church). She bows and silently prays to Susano-o, something these puritans would kill her for if she spoke.

PsychicMaster · (Sun Oct 09, 2005 3:35 pm)

Gon, hiding out in a cave, is very frightened. His mom was recently arrested and accused of witchcraft, and he would have been too, if he hadn't fled. His mother had stayed, attempting to hold them off and give him an oprtunity to escape. It had worked, but there were records that said she had a son, and they were hunting him down. He had lost them and escaped deep into a thick forest. "First things first" he decided, "I'm going to have to set up here until it all blows over." He decides to explore the cave first, to make sure he knows his way around. It's a dome-shaped cave, 30 feet high, and the floor is an oval shape, with one of the shorter ends facing the opening. He first piles up some debris around the door, and aranges them to make the cave look totally empty and clogged. He then clears some brush and builds a fire with the wood gathered from outside. Not too far afterward, though, he hears hoofbeats off in the distance. 'Help me!', he thinks in desperation of the threat of the approaching witch-hunters. He arms himself with a sturdy, light length of branch, salvaged from the forest.

Psychic Master (imagine handwriting)

Abbey · (Sun Oct 09, 2005 8:27 pm)

Sadako stays in the church and when it starts, she does the same church thing everyone else does. The service is suddenly disrupted by one of the accusers pointing to the cieling and releasing a silent scream. "Somebodies up there!"

Aim 2a: Investigate the church.
Aim 2b: Avoid the Witch Hunter's Accusations

Artemis · (Sun Oct 09, 2005 9:50 pm)

2122, New York City, New York, USA

*A tall, African-American man in a sterile white suit tinkers with a small, box-like machine while a young woman stands in the corner, looking solemn.*

Young Girl: "How long will this take?"
Man: "Just a while longer Arayana." *pausing* "I see you dyed your hair brown like I asked you."
Arayana: *irritated* "Yeah. You know, I liked it blue."
Man: "You know no one back then had blue hair, despite your efforts to change my mind. They'd kill you immediately."
Arayana: "I know. You've told me. And I know why I have to go. But couldn't I just use a glamour or something, Rhadames?"
Rhadames: "You know I'm not fond of magick, Arayana. Anyway, the matter is settled. Why don't you put on the clothes I gave you? Without them, you'll never blend in. And-" *he paused* "-yes, I did include extra room to cover up your sword."
Arayana: "Good, I couldn't live without this sword."

*Rhadames returned to his machine as Arayana shimmeying out of her outfit and into the pilgrim-ish clothes she'd been given by MISSAS. Within minutes, no one would mistake her for anything but a good, Puritan girl.*

Arayana: "These are itchy."
Rhadames: "As they should be. They're real wool."

*He looked up from his machine and wiped his hands on a rag.*

Rhadames: "I'm done here. Now it's up to you."
Arayana: "Gotcha."
Rhadames: "Just stand over this way... Yes, there. Just let me turn it on... The rest should do itself. May the gods be with you."
Arayana: "As with you."

*The small box began to emanate light. Arayana mentally prepared herself for this, having never time-travelled before.*

Rhadames: "By the way, you may feel a slight jabbing sensation as your entire bodily structure is torn to shreds."
Arayana: "Wait, wha-"

*She'd never finish that sentence because at that precise moment, the box's light burst forth and engulfed her body, disintigrating her on the spot.*

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*After a brief pain and then an incomparaqble feeling of total freedom, she was in a forest surrounding the Puritan town of Salem, Masschuesetts.*

I stab n00bs. In the face. With herring. PH33R ME!!!1!!11!one!1

And a classic, straight from FFHaven - Preparations:

Chocobo: "WARRK!"

Artemis · (Tue Oct 11, 2005 1:26 am)

Arayana slipped silently from the forest, into the bustling streets of Salem. It was nearly middady, so the streets were full of rapidly moving people, all trying to buy or sell things or keep their eye on a little one or two. Most were dressed in dark, plain colors, but some bore large, colored letters and wore looks of shame.

She pushed forward, keeping her eyes low, but alert. Anything out of place, even in the least, was to be duly noted, as Rhadames had put it. Already sweating from the heat, she wondered how women did it, so layered that movement way increasingly uncomfortable. Slowly, though, she became accustomed to the sluggish movements and reeking scents, even the sqwuaking of animals and children.

When she had nearly come to like this place, a single voice rang out amongst the rest, a loud and piercing to0ne that none could ignore.

"WITCH! Make way for the witch! Make way, peasants! Witch facing the fires of hell!"

Arayana turned to see a young woman, no older than herself, trudging through the street as people backed up, as if the 'witch' could kill them with a look. They probably believed she could. The woman was beaten and dirty, and walked as if broken in spirit. Had she confessed? Was she being condemned for condemning others or for refusing to talk?

As the young woman passed by, the crowds moved in again and followed, eager to watch the girl die. 'How morbid,' thought Arayana to herself. 'They're all so eager to watch the condemned die like an animal.'

Not wanting to stand out, she begrudgingly followed the masses. The girl was standing on a platform, raised several feet above the ground. enough to allow room between her dangling feet and the ground. Arayana shuddered. What a horrible way to die. A tall, high and mighty looking man pushed her forward and put her head through the noose blowing in the breeze. Another man stepped forward to tighten it. The girl looked up and frowned at the gathered people.

"Does not God judge the sinners, not man?" A startled murmured rippled through the crowd. The witch was speaking! Could her words alone weave a spell on us? they wondered. She continued despite the rampant, low chatter. "Why kill me here if indeed I am innocent? Will God then punish you for murder of the innocent?"

The first man, do self-righteous, stepped forward. "Silence, sorceress! You defile the most holy Father in heaven's name just by your utterence of it! God will forgive our misgivings more now than if you indeed are a true witch and we let you live. Now die for your sins!"

With that, he released the floors from under her, sending her only feet to her doom. Within moments, her features had distorted with agony and death.

The crowd dispersed, seeming pleased. But Arayana stood paralyzed. How could such people have existed? It was a true horror, such happenings. 'But,' she reminded herself, 'this had to happen. Everything happens for a reason...' That still didn' t console her asd she stood stock still, people streaming by her.

This was going to be tougher than she thought...

Abbey · (Thu Oct 13, 2005 4:19 am)

Sadako examines the ceiling to see nothing. She sees no way to get into the "attic" of the church. She watches as the spectators clamor out of the church to see nothing on the roof. The judges watch her lack of reaction suspiciously. She remembers where she is quickly and runs with the rest of the group. They send the accused "witch" to the prison immediately. They say her name is Rebecca Nurse. Sadako remembers hearing her name in the future. Was she the martyred saint of Salem, Massachusetts?

Raven12122 · Full Member Posts: 170 Karma: 1 (+/-) Scan Raven12122

The villagers learned about Illidan's abilitys and are now hunting him down. Illidan learn'd about the hunters from animals around the forest, and is now staying in trees watching out every hour of the day for the hunters.

Abbey · (Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:57 am)

Sadako avoids the gazes of the judges as she leaves. She follows the people to the gallows and watches the grotesque event in the tragic history of human error. She sees someone else who looks just as appalled.
"Are you not from around here? You look...different..."

PsychicMaster · (Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:49 pm)

From the edge of town a cry is heard, "There is a witch child in the forest! Gather anything as a weapon, pitchforks, torches, branches! We will find him!"

Gon was just starting to accept his fate of living in the wild, when he heard the fain sound of a cryer in the town. He ignored it and kept going about making a shelter in his cave, when he heard rally cries from other people toward the town, seemingly closer that the cryer! He knew that the cryer never leaves the town to deliver messages, so he bolted from the cave and away from the village into thicker trees.

Psychic Master (imagine handwriting)

Raven12122 · Full Member Posts: 170 Karma: 1 (+/-) Scan Raven12122

Illidan, still watching out for the towns people, and gathering information from the animals, hers the sound of breaking branches and leaves being crushed. Curious to find out what it is he jumps from limb to limb in the direction of the sound, until he finally spots the person. "Hey", Illidan yelled, "I don't see too many kid running through the forest that often. And if I may why are you in this forest in the first place, I havn't heard anything about someone else here. And my last questions, what is your name and, have you heard anything about the town's people comeing to the forest?"

Artemis · (Sat Oct 15, 2005 1:23 pm)

Arayana turned to the low voice. Another girl, perhaps a little younger than herself, was standing there. If not for her comment, Arayana wouldn't have even noticed her. She sized her up, seeing if she couldn't take this girl if she needed to, if this girl threatened her place here. But, looking at her, she realized she wasn't getting any malevolent vibes from her and relaxed.

"No, I'm not from around here. You aren't, either, are you? You don't have the same morbid fascination with killing innocents for your own safety like these other people. I can see the horror in your face."

I stab n00bs. In the face. With herring. PH33R ME!!!1!!11!one!1

And a classic, straight from FFHaven - Preparations:

Chocobo: "WARRK!"

PsychicMaster · (Sat Oct 15, 2005 4:47 pm)

Frightened by the sudden appearance of a person talking to him, he skidded to a stop and looked around for the source. Soon he spoted a man in a tree, with milky eyes signifying a blind boy. Tired of running and in need of an ally he answered the boy's questions. I was chased out of town after my mother was hung for being a witch. She never hurt anybody, either. She only healed. I'm Gon and I've only heard the townspeople coming into the forest just recently.

Psychic Master (imagine handwriting)

Raven12122 · Full Member Posts: 170 Karma: 1 (+/-) Scan Raven12122

"Well, it might be awile before they get here, what was is, Gon? We should have enough time for a quick rest, I'm Illidan also running from, the town's people for my skill's in using arrows." Illidan jumped from the tree, and held out his hand. *Illidan gave a smile* Well.... Allies?

Dark_Joker · New Member Posts: 25 Karma: 0 (+/-) Scan Dark_Joker

Taking his first breath of fresh air in years, "ah, just like the good ol' days." He then stalks through the quickly arriving dusk toward the unsuspecting village of Salem.

PsychicMaster · (Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:43 am)

Gon quicky considors the options. If he decided to ally with this man, he might kill him in his sleep. He might even be a spy for the church. Then again, if he refused this mans help, then the townspeople would eventually wear him down and kill him. "Sure. Now, do you have a shelter? Mine is rather too close to the town right now, so if you don't have one, then we're just going to have to keep on going."

Psychic Master (imagine handwriting)