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Subject: Butterfly Effect [P. Wild Card Topic] Sat Apr 08, 2017 4:31 am
Whether Froger be walking home, sitting in his house, or even using the bathroom; he would not be safe from the beckon of the Velvet Room. A blue door would appear before him, and slowly it would open to reveal an azure hue. Chains would erupt from the tinted hue and would forcefully wrap around his body before pulling him into the depths of the strange doorway. The Prisoner had been yanked into the Velvet Room, and thus to his cell that lined the walls of the massive transport vehicle. Sitting in the center of the room, with his Attendants by his side, would be none other than Igor. A wide smile was spread across the mysterious man's face as he laid eyes upon the Wild Card who had joined them oh so willingly.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room." The man spoke calmly as his beady eyes watched Froger's movement from behind his cell. The chains released upon the young man's body, leaving him in a prison garb with shackles around his wrists and ankles. Igor chuckled, almost as if amused of the appearance of this generation's Persona Users Velvet Room. "You have truly awakened to your power, and it is truly splendid aswell. Your ability is much different from those around you. You are the Wild Card, and as such, your potential is infinite when faced with hardship. There have been many who have held such a power, yet none were in such a predicament as you. Now, with your potential unleashed, you can truly see how "free" your city is." Igor tapped a finger on his desk and continued to give a wide smile. Attendant Robin took the stage here, and began to speak.
"Endymion is a city under total rule. Those who live in it are Free. But, what is the definition of this Free we speak of? Free of thought. Free of mind. Free of Ego. The City is filled with people who are no more than husks, living day to day lives with their Ego chained within. This makes them blind to the truth, and further pushes their lives along the trail of ignorance. When you, and your accomplices, unlocked your Personas you had cast away the ability to live that ignorant life. The truth is laid bare before you, and a Mask appeared to shield you from the lies and deception the city strives upon. With this new power, do you plan to take a back seat and watch the world continue on its path? Or do you plan to ravage the city, and forcefully steal back your definition of freedom from the hands of those who hold it?" Robin tapped her whip upon the palm of her hand as she spoke in a steady tone. Like Igor, she was rather composed and well spoken. However, a gun shot would suddenly be heard; fired from her younger sister who was currently kicking the hard metal bars of the Wild Card's cage.
"So what are you gonna be? A punk who sits back and let's people walk over him, or a badass who takes what he wants when he wants it? If you're a punk like the others who've come and gone from this room, you might aswell turn yourself in and rot away for the rest of your life. I'm ready to see some chaos! Some explosions! Some cool stuff that'd make my socks fly off!" Felanie balled her fists and gave a toothy grin at the thought of chaos. Robin only watched her sister with narrowed eyes before taking a small breath. To think they were cut from the same cloth was almost unbelievable. However, their other family members were quite different from them aswell. Perhaps they were molded this way because of the situation of this city, and this Wild Card's personality.
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Space Overlord Bfroger6
Posts : 2674 Join date : 2014-12-26 Age : 22
Subject: Re: Butterfly Effect [P. Wild Card Topic] Sat Apr 08, 2017 10:27 am
Frog was just taking a dump, enjoying himself derping around on his phone, when he was distracted by a bluish hue. Raising his head up in confusion, he couldn't even mutter the simple phrase of 'what the banana biscuit' before some random chains yanked him and his buttocks out of their comfy seat and into the gaping mouth of a glowing blue door to god knows where...
Frog opened his eyes to a voice and before him, he witnessed the largest nose he'd ever seen in his entire life. Spontaneously, his hand tried to move to his own nose, but he couldn't move it-the chains may have dropped, but he was back inside of a familiar outfit, lined with black stripes upon white, clashing with the bars that cut his space short. On one hand, the fact he couldn't reach his nose with his hand was a bit of a relief, because he was...well, in the bathroom before having been trnasported here, but on the other hand, the intrusive nature of what could only be referred to as a kidnapping angered him and also scared him. Was this some Government trickery, or was it something else? He opted for the second option because such a nose was clearly an impossibility in the real world.
He turned his head around in confusion and stepped around a bit, refusing to turn away from the nose, like a cornered animal, scanning his environment. It was like a prison, but there were only three people in here with him-the weird looking nosed-hunchback, and some two chicks on his sides, dressed in all blue. The color of the blue was really something, like some nice mat color. If he ever had the opportunity, he should definitely try the color out in combo with some other, like neon green. A screaming demand for his civil rights stuck in his throat, unable to fully escape before the words of the man before him.
"I knew I was special." He responded to the man, but more to himself, grinning a bit, hoping none of them would notice. So what Lou said was true. Good. "And I knew the city was evil." He added, quite confident in himself now, even chained like this. Perhaps it was the fight or flight instinct, or the total lack of it in this situation. It was odd, this place, but he felt like it was ok to be here. He listened to the first woman intently now, and when she finished, wanted to respond, but a gunshot sounded through the room, making him jump up a bit.
He focused on the annoying girl kicking his cell bars. She didn't scare him. Instead, he...jumped over to her, as his legs were bound, and bowed so that their faces would be at the same level. He then grinned back at her. "Guess which one I'm gonna be." He laughed, the PT bravado taking over him, like these couple last nights. "You've one shot to guess. Bang~keke." Really he just wanted to show her she couldn't boss him around. The real two people he wanted to talk to were the nosed man and the actually reasonable, non-bratty woman. "Ironic, isn't it?" He began. "That a mask which itself is used for deception, should shield me from the deceptions of the outside world." He looked at the woman with a golden flicker in his eyes. "You mention a predicament? I don't really see one. I just see the world that needs their eyes opened. Living a lie is pathetic, and enjoying such a life even more so. However I came to posses this power, I am grateful for it. It is truly something...and if it will let me see the truth, then I fully embrace it! Now tell me, what is this Velvet Room? What is your purpose? And why couldn't you pick a better time to pluck me from my home?"
"Interesting. Very interesting indeed." Igor chuckled as he folded his hands beneath his chin. The fires of rebellion were strong within this young man's heart, and it interested the mysterious man on where that'd bring him. Igor would be the one to take the stage and speak, as his Attendants stood by his side and listened intently. "All your questions will be answered in due time. However, we brought you here to explain the purpose of this room in the first place. The Velvet Room's purpose is to facilitate and mature those with the potential. We reside between Dream and Reality; Mind and Matter. We've come here today to speak with you about strengthening your power as the Wild Card. Through the various bonds you create with others, you will unlock more possibilities within your soul. You are the Wild Card: One who can wield numerous personas. A trait that only belongs to you amongst the others. The stronger your connection is to your accomplices, the stronger your abilities will become."
"So..!" Felanie took the stage and slammed her foot against the cold metal bars of the cell. "Prisoner, that means you better use your accomplices for your own good. Make their strengths your own and then you'll be able to tear the fabrication of this city down to the ground! Bonds don't mean you have to like 'em. Accomplices all have their uses till the very end!" The Attendant snickered as she spun her gun upon her finger. The dynamic between the mysterious Igor, calm Robin, and bratty Felanie, was more apparent than anything else in the room.
"These two are the guards of this prison, and will act as your Attendants. Their names are Felanie." He'd raise a hand towards the younger Attendant. "And Robin." The hand would move to the older. "They will assist you in facilitating your bonds and making your Personas grow in strength. They will also assist your accomplices in gaining more power, and various Masks, from the Demons that lurk within the domains you will inevitably find yourself within. We are here to record, and witness your journey in finding your Answer to Life's Greatest Question: 'What is true Freedom?'" Igor gave a wide smile as his ghastly voice echoed throughout the room. Robin would tap her whip upon the palm of her hand as her keen eyes looked down upon their Prisoner.
"Please keep in mind that we are not your friends. We are simply your Attendants that will assist you in finding your Answer and Freedom. As such, we will only record and will not guide you towards your path. You are a Prisoner, that much is simple. Will you claim your freedom, or disappear within the mediocrity of this current world?" Her words were short and to the point as she spoke to the Prisoner before her. She was cold, and disciplined. Obviously the more cool headed Attendant when compared to her complete opposite, Felanie.
(OoC: excusations, Phile, but I was busy with exams)
Oh gee, well these people were just confusing him right now. Sure, he got the answer to his question, but it was hardly satisfactory, and hardly an answer at all. So was this all so that this hunchback nosy gramps could tell him to go find friends because they let him have more power? He took a deep breath, looking at his feet.
"I've already noticed that my power differs from that of the people around me. Nobody seemed to make any big deal out of it, but I could feel it whenever I summoned them-that they felt like some of the people I got to know." He said as he slowly rose his head up, shaking the hair from his eyes. He...shot Felanie a short spiteful look before focusing on the others. He'd deal with her (cause she actually did seem fun, if nothing else, to tease) if he ever got bored, but right now, he actually had actual work and talk to do. "I'm glad to meet you all, I suppose." He said, glancing at Igor and Robin. "You say you're here to record......so do ya know what happened five years ago? How did the demons come here even? And is the Queen evil? And why am I in chains? How do I break out? Like, I know I summon my Persona when I break the chains....am I supposed to do that here? Is this a test, like?" Oh, so maybe these were some special chains for some special Persona! He tried to pull them apart as he spoke. He was clearly agitated, but only slightly. "Also, I really hope you've dressed me into some clean clothes. It'd be gross if this shirt was worn by some brute before you put them on me. They don't seem to smell...so I s'ppose they're fine."
Frog turned to Robin. "Hell am I gonna disappear in the mediocrity or whatever. It's annoying, furstrating, stupid! I'd never stoop so low! And if you say you'll help me and my friends grow in power, then great, feel free to do so! I'mma be glad to patronize you." He said, bouncing over to the barred cell wall. Taking into as many details as he could of this place, he snorted and brought his head back. "Anything else I should know about this place?"
"All these questions will be answered during your journey. It is not our role to give you the answer, but instead to guide you upon the path that will lead to them. We are currently in a transport bus being brought to an undisclosed location. This place is a prison that holds your Ego; not that different from the very city you live within. Perhaps as the city grows more free from rule, the appearance of this room shall change aswell." Robin would lower her whip and grasp a clipboard from Igor's desk. Flipping through the pages of this make-shit compendium, the Attendant would scroll the the names of the current Prisoners within the various cells that lined the walls of the Velvet Room. "Your clothes have been fabricated by your own mind. After all, this place's appearance is crafted by its Users. In past occasions this room as had various different appearances. If I recall correctly from my Sisters stories, it was once a plane and another time it was a sunken ship. Whatever the case may be, it will always play a pivotal role to those who hold the potential of the Wild Card."
The Attendant finally stopped flipping through the various pages of the clipboard, and came across a single name. She tapped her finger upon it, and the long nosed man would close his eyes with a wide grin. "It appears we have another guest within this room. A fellow Cell mate, and Prisoner within the confines of this City." The Man spoke with a sinister voice as the headlight within the holding facility would shine upon a cell across the way from Froger's. The details were unclear of who sat within it, but golden eyes peered from behind the bars.
"Huh? A new blood in this Prison I call home?" The voice behind the cell was distorted. It was very similar to the distortion that occurred once a Terrorist dawned their Mask. Whoever this figure was would slump in their cell, not bothering to stand or gesture any sort of greeting. "You can call me Akuma-Eshi. If you're here, then you've awakened to the truth of the city aswell, haven't you? Heh... Or maybe you just like to cause alittle chaos. None of that really interests me." The figured laid upon their bed as Felanie leaned against Froger's cell with a smile.
"Not all terrorists are gun-ho and ready to screw things up! Some are abit methodical, I guess you could say. Take Eshi here. This Terrorist was an artist trying to make an honest living in Suzie Q. Had a real talent capturing the mythical work of demons and the like before the Eternal Divide. Well, after that whole thing happened, people who were once fascinated with the myths of demons grew to hate them. And thus, this Artist's specialty went down into the gutter! Haha!" Felanie giggled at the situation while she told the story of the fellow Terrorist. "They tried to get a regular ol' job but it didn't work out for them. They even tried to sell different art and branch from their specialty, but no dice. No matter what they did they got the short end of the stick. Probably should have had more training in their life and didn't expect to live off that golden ticket called talent. What makes it worst? The art they did sell was bought at horrible prices, then re-sold in the market for higher with someone elses name on it! Haha, I guess people just didn't want to touch the work of the "Demon Painter"! Probably didn't help the more influential members of the Artists Community had it out for them in pure jealousy. This was the perfect opportunity to ruin them."
Akuma-Eshi rolled over in their bed, facing away from the cell door. "My life was such a drag. I woke up, ate the same foods, watched the same shows, did the same brush strokes of the hand. Hell, even the way I tried to kill myself was a drag. I was already dying of boredom and disappoint in my life, so putting a noose around my neck was no different. And in that act of trying to kill myself, that was when I unlocked my potential... The world isn't fair, is it? I had nothing to do with the Eternal Divide, yet I am out casted because of my artistic sense. No matter what I do, there will always be a stain on my name. So? I'll use my "Artistic" talents to live in the gutters of this city. I use my abilities to blackmail and control those in the Suzie Q District I deem a blight on the Artistic community. Its the least I can do for others who may have followed in my sunken shoes. Though, make no mistake. I am no Hero. This is a personal vendetta of mine. We were given this power for a reason, so we should use it freely without any bars holding us back, right? It doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process."
"Hmmm?" Frog looked over at the mysterious pair of eyes across the room, or well...the transport bus, chills running down his spine. A bajillion questions ran through his mind at that moment, the most pronounced being the one about why this guy was even allowed in here with him? Wasn't he this special Wild Card thing? Who was this person then? Another Wild Card??? Sure, Frog didn't know much about actual playing cards, but wasn't there only one Joker in a deck? No srsly, he might be dead wrong about this. He'd never played cards.
Back on track and away from his skewed perception of the inner workings of a card deck...something about the man felt wrong, yet also enticing and right. He could tell from this far that their presence was overwhelming and as they spoke, he felt himself suddenly backed against his side of the bus. On the other hand, the story he heard made him feel frustrated at how idiotic the world and the regular people in it could be at times. He himself felt isolated, both from the routine and everyone else, but he'd never try to commit suicide. A droplet of sweat formed on top of his nose as he listened and contemplated.
Eventually, he gulped down, clearing his throat. "..."
> Disagree with Akuma-Reshi
"...we were given this power for a reason...a power needs to be used, yes..." He really didn't know what to say. The words only came in short, detached intervals. "...but no matter who gets hurt...does everyone really deserve to get hurt? Why not hurt just the ones that deserve it? The ones you know deserve to suffer, like you said with your vendetta. There's enough of those anyways...so the others who need to fall will just follow in an avalanche, dragged down by their own imperfection. Because that's how pathetic humans are. They hurt other humans, animals, the world around them...and they deny the way we should really feel. I think...people need to be given a chance though. Some people, at least, like you and me. Have their eyes opened so they can decide what they do with the truth. If they can't handle it, then they're gonna disappear. It's simple, really..." As much as it hurt him to admit it, he was still bound by some bars in his current state. The pressure this person's presence put on his didn't help with that, only making him feel weaker in comparison.
"...suicide is also pathetic." He added, something welling up inside of him and a grin danced across his lips. He was shaking slightly, his forehead and bangs glistening with a salted aftertaste. "...can you call yourself strong and enact your 'vendetta' if you were ready to give up? Sure, your life sucked and was totally unfair and now you think you can do what you wanna do, but without powers, you were really pathetic too, weren't you? Heh. It's really funny, I think, and it goes without saying I'm disagreeing with you on this one. I'mma just say that every person has their own boundaries and I'm sure there are some lenghts you wouldn't go to either. Am I right, Mr. KurkumaSushi? Keke..! There's always something, even if you don't realize it. There's always...something. Can you tell what it is for you~?"
> The Denizens of the Velvet Room will remember this... > +3 Understanding
"Oh?" The shady figure behind the bars would narrow their eyes towards the famed "Wild Card" and their answer to the question. "What a shame. That was an inartistic answer for someone who's supposed to be special among the rest of the prisoners here. More so - it was rather boring." The figure turned and seemingly vanished within the shadows of their cell. It was unknown if they had simply returned to the real world or was using the darkness as a sort of cover. Regardless, Igor tapped his fingers upon his desk as his small, beady eyes looked upon that of the Wild Card.
"A surprisingly thorough answer coming from someone who reeks of the very chaos this city once thrived upon. Your words have been marked, and we will see to it that you follow this value you preach. After all, we hold the power of your sentence in this prison within your mind. The moment you waver... You fall.. You lose your path upon this road you walk: We will be there, and your punishment will be execution." Igor gave a sinister smile as his Attendants had done the same. It was their job to guide those who were guests of the room, but it was also their role to punish those who failed to serve their sentence properly. And when that occurred, they were sent to the electric chair where their ego was neutralized and they returned to being a drone within society. Not all Wild Cards reach their full potential in this prison. There were others before him that were sentenced to the Death Penalty for failing in their journey to find the answer to life's greatest question. Would he be the next to fall like that of Yomi... or succeed and become a proper successor to Rei? The mysterious man smiled as he wondered to himself.
"That is all we have to say to you. Time marches on in your world. The terms have been set, and your journey truly begins at this moment on. Do show us another miracle as we witnessed those five years ago. Whether it frees this chained city, or destroys it entirely. Hahaha.."
Space Overlord Bfroger6
Posts : 2674 Join date : 2014-12-26 Age : 22
Subject: Re: Butterfly Effect [P. Wild Card Topic] Sun Apr 30, 2017 10:00 am
Frog listened to the man and then to the Velvet Roomians, something seething inside of him triggered by the man's choice of snarky words, mixed with fear over what Igor, the HunchNose of Notre Dame, was saying about executions. All of this exploded at one moment, his face washed with red and without much dignity in fighting back.
"WHAT!?" Frog screamed in anger, tossing himself against the bars. "Dafaq is that supposed to mean, you goshdarn SUSHIFACE!" How dare he call him unartistic and even boring. For one, being edgy wasn't all there was to true art. Number two, unless he's using the blood of his victims as paint for his abstract canvases, there was also no art in destroying other people's arts. "You say you felt like shit when people disrespected your art! If you're getting in other people's way by messing with their art, you're no better than them! And what's most important when making a statement is being better than everyone else, which I AM. NOT YOU! SO DON'T THINK YOU CAN JUST SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT ABOUT ME, YOU JERK!"
He turned to igor afterwards. "Well thanks for nothing." He yelled at the freak. "If I wanna bring about some Chaos, I'mma do it my own way, so don't you worry you nose-brain with little things. Ever heard of Nietzsche? Well yeah, my take on that is that the weak will fall in face of the truth breaking their pathetic daily lives full of lies, leaving only those who DESERVE TO EXIST alive. Everyone needs to be given a chance. There's nothing good nor bad about it and I won't let you brand me as either. Is that CLEAR???" He screamed his lungs out with his last sentence and satisfied with his reply, pouted and looked to the side.
"Now bring me back home. I have some very...er, important business to take care of." He added, barely containing himself from farting.
The chains loosened as the Wild Card would be drawn within an Azure light. They would vanish from the prison that held their caged ego, and released them back upon the real world. Igor simply smiled at their departure while the Attendants looked towards each other in concern. They personally had not executed any Wild Card in the time of their service, but they were informed by their Master that one other had been punished for their failures. To think the execution of ones Ego was a punishment was harsh, considering when ones Ego was destroyed, it left them as an empty shell. Whoever this pour soul was that came before the boy was probably lost in the real world. Their body probably an empty shell of its previous life and potential. Robin wished to know more but she kept to herself. Felanie didn't really care, she was more of the type to live for the moment. Whatever the case, there were cells deep within the confounds of the Velvet Room even they had not been back too. Forbidden areas where an Attendant could not roam. It was not their jobs to ask why things occur, but instead it was their duty to follow their orders. After all, they were puppets created by Igor. He was their Father and guardian and had done no wrong to them. It was almost human to be curious of anything. It was safer to simply follow instructions as a denizen of this Velvet Room.
...The words of Lou Siffer ring within your ears...
"...She lost herself to sin, and a part of her soul was taken by that depravity. The Yomi one knew before was gone. Vanished upon the deactivation of the Terminal..."
...Something had changed within this Velvet Room... From the appearance, to its denizens...
...But the Wild Card knew no better. He had no knowledge of this room's previous workings, so this was the norm. He'd have to continue to nurture that soul of rebellion in his heart even if it threatened to get him executed. All until Endymion was freed from Her rule...
...Froger has achieved Rank 2 of the Magus Social Link...
The Fire of Rebellion burns in your soul! You've acquired a new ability forged from the Magus Arcana!
Soul Skill Name: Ride or Die! Persona Name: N/A Tier: Tier 1 Cost: 20 SP Type of Damage: NA Description: When all enemies are down, this skill can be used to intimidate a single enemy to passing shards/items/information to your teammates. Even if the wrong answers are chosen in a negotiation, you will intimidate the enemy to give your team another chance at recruiting them. [Angels Immune]