The Game Board, time to play

intriguess

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Opening note, all questions and out of character comments should be posted on the thread titled 'game board' there is room for more players, but please post your interest and character info on the 'game board' thread. Also everyone can decide on their 'arrival' on the board.

Thank you.

IC

I woke up no longer in my safe bed, the pastoral landscape covered in brilliant reds and soft whites. I stood slowly rubbing my back, noticing I'm no longer in my pajamas, but a simple red dress covers my skin, slits up the side giving my legs plenty of freedom to move. I glance around looking for something to eat even as I wonder where I am and why I'm here. I find an apple tree and biting into the juicy fruit I continue contemplating my surroundings as I transverse the bright red square I was dropped in.
 
OOC: Pardon the cussing, but he's a little mad.

Tyrael sprang up and cursed loudly, before taking a look around. He stood in a huge white square. "What the hell? Probably damn Daemon Lords! When I find out which one... they kept me from sealing off the gate to the Dark Flames, for God's sake! I was so close! All I had to do was put the Dark Crystal in it's place..." he muttered off. He reached into a pouch at his side and screamed in panic. "The only remaining Dark Crystal! Burned to oblivion!" he yelled in anguish, looking at the burned out rock in his hand that smelled strangely like mana. "I'll rip them to shreds! I'll become the new Killing Angel when they see what I do to this fuckass demon!" he roared, drawing his deadly blade and advancing with deadly purpose. Instead of enjoying the lush, surrounding landscape, he cut apart anything that was directy in front or on the sides of him.
 
"Sirrah, goodly nave," the young knight yelled as he parried his dagger. Garret slashed the weapon aside, giving it a nice tug, and sending it into the neerest wall. It hung there effortlessly.
"Your mistake Duncan?" Garret asked.
"I did not think you would defend yourself so quickly, your sword was hardly drawn."
Garret showed no remorse, "A goodly knight never underestimates the time it takes to draw a sword. Be on the lookout, there are times when simply overpowering your opponent is not enough."
Duncan nodded.
"Now go along, and begin practicing with the others."
He watched as the young lad ran to get the dagger, and with some effort yanked it out of the wall. Garret sheathed his own sword. The sun was beginning to sink low in the sky, it seemed like a perfect time for sleep. Gathering his things, he quickly made his way to his small cottage.
Inside, the bed was warm and soft. He curled up, and fell asleep.
Dreams can be as real as you want them to be.
Garret stood up, seeing nothing but red. How could this be? He glanced around, trying to find sight of something, anything that would make sense of this. Had someone taken him? Was there a kidnapper, or maybe an old rival? Darwen perhaps.
There was no one, only a red patch of grass under his body. He couldn't help but feel somewhat overborne by all of this. On instinct, he took out his sword. It was no longer a cold blue steel, but now was a dull red. His entire apparel was the same. He had on his old clothes, that of a perfect match, to say the least, but they were all red.
Standing up, Garret had no clue what was going on. Had he died? Was this a dream? He needed more answers than simply a red patch of grass.
To the right of him was a white patch.
"Oh, there we go," he said sarcastically. All around him were white patches, and then red patches more, all perfectly geometrical. Squares lined up, on opposing colors of each other, such an odd display for simple grass.
The ogres of Gnomme had stolen him during the night and taken him to the land of the red and white faires.... no that was too weird.
There simply was no explanation. He stood there, unsure of himself. For the first time in ages, he had no clue what to do.
 
Drusilla frowned spinning in circles. "what the hell" she muttered. One moment she had been sitting in a bar then next she saw a flash then she was here. "But where the hell is here" she asked herself. She was standing upon a white square it seemed. The landscape itself was normal the only difference was everything was either red or white. Frustrated and angry Drusilla decided to find out if anyone else was sent it. If she wasn't home in time to watch her favorite play then someone would die!
 
Violet

I slowly walked along the red square, deciding to walk inward, along the red squares as I'd stand out entirely too much in one of the milky white squares. I seemed to be in a corner spot two sides melting into murky dark that I didn't wish to traverse. So I slowly made my way inward until I was standing at a junction of four squares.
 
He came to where four squares met. Decidedly, it looked quite like an x, although he knew it was probably more of a t.
Odd, he tried jumping from his red square to the opposite. Instead of landing on his feet, he landed on his ass. And, he also landed on the same square he started out with.
He tried it again, but with the same result.
Why couldn't he walk disgonally?
He walked into the white square, paued for a second, and then wlaked into the opposite red one. There, he was at his final destination, yes... but thats not what he wanted to do.
He wanted to go diagonally. He jumped again, and fell right back on his ass. He wasn't a slow learner. It looked like he wasn't going anywhere crooked for the time being. In an exasperated sigh he walked on, straight.
 
Tyrael simply charged across squares, red or white, swinging his sword and calling out curses and threats. when he met a tree or bush, he did not skirt it, but cut it to peices.
 
Violet

I put my foot towards the red square only to have my leg forced back, I tried again and was repelled. I frowned and entered the white square then tried to enter the red square I wanted, but was balked, I walked along the edge of the white square until I was in another red square. I headed to adjoining white square testing things out. I entered it easily but I decided against reentering the red square, the game of chess came to mind and I realized I had landed in a corner, where a Knight would be and I could only move accordingly, how frustrating.
 
OOC: Viloet... A knight? Any piece in the game of chess(except pawns and bishops, of course) can, eventually, get to any space on the chess board. Though I am not the most rigorous chess player, I have signed up with the U.S. league and attend tournaments every now and then. I also enjoy many chess games(computer)Oh, by the way, since Tyrael was once an archangel, he still has his wings, so he is flying low above the squares, looking for enemies.

IC: Tyrael flew across the squares, and once actually met a huge tower, but then blasted it to eternity so nothing remained but a crater and smoke. This left him out of breath so he tried to land on the red square. but when he tried, he was suddenly stting on his butt on a white square. He pondered over this for a while, then lifted up again and set off.
 
"Oh, isn't this just great!" Schala sulked. there was noone around to flirt with, just some strange landscape of red and white proportions. Looking down, she noticed that the rest of her armor, her blue crystaline cuirass and red sash were now pearly white, which was fine with her.
Looking to her right, she saw someone also in white jumping around like an idiot, going 2 spaced up one out, two spaces out, one back, etc, etc...To her left, there was another white person only moving in strait lines. This confuzed her, but she decided to try and go to the person on her left. She took a step on to the red square next to her left side, and her feet froze. She struggled for a second, before they suddenly unfroze and she fell head first into the next white square. "What in the name of Cryo is going on here?" she asked. when she got up, she took another step, and subsequently froze. Looking at the person going in lines, he made a move and suddenly Schala could mvoe again, though only one square.
Eventually she figured out that she could only make progress when someone else moved. At that time though, Lucca had taken over and figured it out in a since. "That person is moving just like a knight, two over one out. The person I'm heading to is moving like a rook, which means that I" she took a step diagonally, and froze "am a king. I am a fucking king? who's kind of twisted joke is this?" she yelled, catching the attention of the rook.
 
Tyrael turned his head at the woman, also in white. He smiled, thinking she was once an angel under his command. He flew to her this time. He stopped in the square opposite her, and tipped his head. "Hello good lady. do you know where the damned Daemon Lords are?" he asked cheerfully.

OOC: Actually, since Tyrael can fly over anything, he would be a queen.
 
Violet

It was frustrating to move in such a predicatable way, not to mention traversing white squares, and thinking of how to get to the center moving the way she was, made her head ache. She tromped to another junction where four squares met and was surprised to see others in red.
 
"Daemon lords? we don't know what you are talking about. I was simply minding my own business, watching as my sister got some, and next thing I knew, we were trapped in this gargantuan chess board." She had a thought, that made her laugh. "Ha, you must be a queen, right?"
"Yes, that's right. I can go in any direction any amount."
"Well i'M apparently a king. you wanna do our royal duities and hit the sack?"
 
Drusilla frowned as she was frozen in place. She glanced around and noticed other people dressed in white moving across the squares. She eventually got the hang of it and realized she was a knight. Damn it all, of all the things to be she was a knight. She heard voices then and glanced towards them. The king and Queen of the chess board stood talking to one another. Drusilla's eyes narrowed, either she was seeing things or the Queen was an angel not to mention male. She began planning her movements until she ended up in the square next to the two. "Hello, do either of you happen to have any idea how we got here?"

[Edited by Lady_Siren on 04-18-2001 at 01:15 PM]
 
Boy, a white flowing cape really looks like wings, doesn't it?


IC; "Drat, there goes my oportunety to score. Hi. I'm Schala. I don't know how I got into this chess game, but I'm aparently your king. Seing as your my trusted knight, required to do your kings orders, I command you to maneuver yourself next to me and eat me out.


OOC; Schala is somewhat a nympho, and the fact that she was taken while getting some somehow got her stuck on sex mode. It doesn't have to go anywhere, as there are two perfectly normal personalities that can come out at any time.
 
Actually, it was incredible. In single bounds he was able to cross unbelievable distances. It was all straight, which minded him a little bit, but the rush of flying off in a direction even made his blood tremble. He was almost at the point of flying, going back and forth in a straight line. Blurs of red and white flashed beneath him, merging at time to make a pink color.
And each time he wished to stop, he did so. He stopped effortlessly landing with perfection on the desired square. Here he paused, catching his breath from the near flight, and then... boom off bounding again.
He eventually made it all the way through the board, finding their were other players as well. Mostly white, but there were some red as well. Since the white's were already having a conversation, he decided to meet the one red person. He stopped next to her, and bowed low.
"Good even my lady," he said calmly, although nothing could be further from the truth.
 
I smiled at the man who suddenly landed before me.

"Have you found anything in this place?" I start with and then blush slightly as I hadn't introduced myself, "By the way I'm Violet. You are?" I trail off wondering how many others there are and who's playing with us.
 
Found anything... He paused slightly. He didn't know that he was supposed to be looking for anything, much less finding it. He smiled politely.
"Garret is my name, dear Violet. Unfortunately, the only thing to be found in here is a bunch of squares."
He glanced back at the direction he had come. A long distance yes. How odd, did this board even end? Did it connect with itself somewhere, or like a real chess board did it simply stop.
"Violet, do you know anything about this place?"
 
Drusilla frowned towards the King. "I'm afraid that I'm a bit confused at the moment and would rather not eat you out if you do not mind"
 
"Suit yourself" shrugs Schala, and starts making her way, slowly, one square at a time, in a direction to find another willing subject.


---(Inside Schala...)---

"Hey, Lucca. I want to go out and see what's going on!" said marle.
"Be quiet Marle. We're on a gigantic hcess board, and you can only mve one square at a time because were the king"
"But I wanna see! you two get all the fun!"
"you get your share of "fun" as you call it. As I can remember, your the misciefous one, remember?"
"That's besides the point. I was never a king in a chess game before. That's it. I'm coming out." Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr *Gasp* "HEY! SCHALA! LET ME OUT! IT'S MY TURN!"
"......must....fuck......so....horny......" said Schala's subconcious.
"I was afraid of this."
"What?" asked Marle
Lucca sighed. "She's stuck on a task. we can't get out untill she complete's it."
"WHat? you got out!"
"only for a few seconds, then I was rudely interupted and dragged back here."
"Hey Schala! Snap out of it! we'll get us a guy at some bar when were done!"
".......can't.......comply.........must......have......."
"Yah Yah, we allready heard that!" Marle sulked, but abode her time. Lucca Ferociously racked the brain for a way to satiate schala.
 
Tyrael flew over to Schalla. "Hey, as you asked about 'hitting the sack', I have decided to do so", he said decisevly, brushing a golden strand of hair away from his handsome face with a heavily muscled arm.
 
Schala looked up at the queen and smiled in lust. Slipping out of her white, blue crystaline armor, she made herself a little more presentable



OOC; I'de write more, but I'm late for class. fill in the gooey details, I'll finish it up later.
 
Tyrael licked his lips in knowing. When, at the dawn of time, he had seen Adam and Eve, making love all around the garden, he had experienced his erection for the first time. He had actually practiced with Eve many times and was also known as the pervert of Heaven. So now, he slipped out of his armor quickly and descended like his life depended on it. His extroardinarily sizeable manhood stood erect, ready to please the woman and anger men, who at it's size and volume and the quality with which Tyrael could use it, often made their final decision to kill him or chop it off. Now he stood proudly, his manhood standing up straight and tall, and he waited, not in the least shy, for Schalla to make the first move.
 
Violet

"Well it seems to follow the rules of chess board as far as movement goes, I move as a Knight piece would, with your freedom of movement I'd have to say you're a queen," my lips turn in a smirk as I say this. "I haven't considered if my unique abilities remain with me, though I assume you';ve always been able to fly so for time I'll assume they are." I tap my foot as if trying to sort out my thoughts physically. "Obviously someone brought us here for a purpose, and theoretically which ever side wins would get to return to their lives, I would hope the losers would be returned as well. Of course it could be that the winners stay to play as long as it suits whoever brought us here." I frown slightly, "You'd think there would be some sort of communication about rules and how to 'win'." I glance up, "I think the best thing would be to see how many of us are here and if there is a white team, how many of them there are. With your ability to fly you could easily seek them out and guide them to a place where we could all meet." I glanced across the board, "The board itself isn't infinite I arrived in a corner square, perhaps we should arrange to meet up as close to the middle as possible. If this is really a chess board it should be 8 squares either way, but I've already traversed six rows and can't see the edge I came from not the far edge, so board must be more like 16 squares either way.
 
ooc:: I'm in this right??

bic::Yvette looked uneasly while the cursing and jibbish talk was going underneith a tree nearby. Her black hair fell easliy around her pale yet alive sparkled skin.
" You don't think they are ... no . Thats silly of you Yvette ! Get a handle on it!" Yvette loosend her grip and bent down to get a better sound.
 
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