Recursion of Fate[TEXT] (HIATUSl)

[mysticCharlatan]

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You drive down the street as fast as you can without looking like you are rushing. Assuming you don't run into trouble, you should get there within a few minutes. Unless something strange happens, like inexplicably and for no reason becoming someone else.

But that sort of thing never happens.

Kaylyn: Awake.

You regain consciousness. The first thing you notice is that, unless the afterlife is exceptionally disappointing, you have not died of blood loss. The second thing you notice is that it is much darker than you remember it being. You remember pressing the start button, so you guess that you are in the game right now.

Well, better that than dead.

You are currently lying on your back and, as you have previously observed, it is very dark. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you find that the area appears to be a room in a wooden building. You are currently lying on a soft surface, presumably a bed. Shifting slightly, you can tell that the head is up against the wall and the foot faces the door, open slightly and allowing a faint light into the room. Other than that, little can be determined in the current situation.

[Xindaris]

>Kaylyn: Look for a light switch, lantern, or perhaps a window to open. Or just open the door--anything that'll make the room a little less dark. Tread carefully to avoid pain from splinters and unseen objects on the floor.

[Malrone]

>Kaylyn: Be sure to shield your eyes if you just open the door. Check your wounds, did entry heal you? Once there is more light check the room/yourself for useful supplies.

[trulyElse]

> Kaylyn: Check wounds.
If Wounded = False then
> Kaylyn: Get up.
Else
> Kaylyn: Wait for a sign

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kaylyn: Check wounds.

In the darkness you run you hands over yourself, attempting to find the injury that you sustained before getting here. Oddly, you are unable to find it. Not even a sore spot where you know the blade pierced skin. Even your clothes are good as new! (Thank goodness for that too, it costs nearly a fortune to stay fashionable without having to replace a ruined shirt)

Slowly, still unsure if you are fully healed, you rise to a sitting position, then push yourself up off of the bed. It is still too dark to tell much apart from the general dimensions of the room and the direction of the door.

>Kaylyn: Search for light source.

It would seem prudent to get a better idea of where you are. Slowly, you make your way towards the door, wary of anything on the floor that might trip you. One step, two steps, and nothing. It would seem you are in the clear. You take a third step with considerably more confidence.

Your foot lands on something soft. Something which gives off a short, high pitched, and above all loud scream.

[Xindaris]

>Reflex: Stumble back
>Kaylyn: Manage to keep your balance.
>Screaming thing: Start talking when you finish screaming; demand what she did that for.

[Malrone]

>Kaylyn: Defensive stance! NOW!

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kaylyn: Defensive stance! NOW!

You move backwards, startled. It is a testament to your grace and poise that you did not go tumbling backwards and loose your footing. Regardless, it appears something alive is in this room with you, and you just gave it a very good reason to be unfriendly. You raise your fists in what you hope looks like a threatening manner, but you have no way of seeing yourself to confirm this and in any case are not very familiar in what it takes to look physically threatening.

You stand there for a few moments in silence before you start feeling a little silly. Slowly, you move your foot over to where you heard the scream. You prod the thing with your toe, but it remains unmoving. Summoning your courage, you move to pick it up. The thing is much lighter than you expected, almost as though it was filled with air, and has an odd shape, almost like...

A chicken. A rubber chicken. You were frightened by a novelty toy. You let out a slight snicker at your foolishness. Ha ha. Nothing at all to be afraid of. Ha ha. Nothing at-

"And what exactly is so funny?"

Your fear returns so quickly that you drop the chicken almost before it is able to finish its question.

[Xindaris]

>You apologize to that chicken right now. It is obviously a respectable member of the Kry'nil race!

[trulyElse]

> Kaylyn: apologise.
> Kry'nil: Reject apology and go about your day.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kaylyn: Apologize.

"U-um...sorry about that..."

>Kry'nil: Reject apology and go about your day.

Kry'nil? What's that? It obviously can't be your race as you are, in fact, a rubber chicken given sentience and the abilitiy to speak. You quite literally have no race as you quite literally are not a living thing. And it can't be your name because the prick you have to blame for all of this didn't bother to give you one.

And going about your day? Doing what, exactly? You see that list of two things up there that you have? Sentience and the ability to speak. Do you see motility among that? No? That's because the prick didn't give you any, you are stuck wherever he decides to set you down. So really all your days consist of is alternating between talking to him and attempting to take a nap which you cannot do because RUBBER CHICKENS DON'T SLEEP!

But that first part? You can totally do that.

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"You can go stuff your sorry!"
"W-what?"
"You heard me missy!"
"Now pick me up!"
"I- What is- I-"
"Sorry ma'am, I don't speak stuttering idiot, can you try ENGLISH?!?"
"Damn it, we're doomed if your one of them."
"One of who?"
"So she can string a sentence together!"
"Hey, stop that and start explaining."
"Yeah, not happening sweat cheeks."
"Sweat cheeks?"
"Now pick me up. I've got to tell the creep you've woken up."

[Malrone]

>Kaylyn: Do no such thing. You have no desire to touch this foul mouthed. . . chicken, nor to find out who "the creep" is.

[trulyElse]

>Creep: Already know.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kaylyn: Do no such thing.

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"Nooo."
"Say again?"
"I saaaid no."
"I refuuuse to consider a request from someone as ruuude as you."
"And now I thiiink you owe meee an apology."
"Really?"
"Well then..."

There is something that is rarely considered when conversing with an inanimate object that is capable of speech: without the physical constructs of lungs, throat, or mouth, there is very little physically limiting the amount of sound that it can produce.

"HEY PRINCE CHARMING, SLEEPING BEAUTY'S UP!!!"

>Creep: Already know.

While your ears are still ringing from the assault they just endured, the door to the room opens, and a bizarre figure shambles in. If it sat down and remained still, you might have mistaken it for a pile of soiled rags. The figure is hunched over, though with the amount of clothing it is wearing that does little to make it seem smaller. You wonder if the bulge on its back that extends above your head is some sort of bag, a deformity, or simply layer upon layer of dirty rags. Appart from its unkempt and hunched appearance, the figure appears humaniod, though since no part of its body is directly visible you have difficulty confirming if it is actually human.

The figure speaks, its voice muffled by the layers overtop its mouth. What is audible makes little sense, and is said in a fairly high pitch, sing-song sort of manner. All in all, not very easy to understand.

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"So she has, so she has."
"Sleeping Beauty awakes after tasting the Forbidden Fruit."
"Presented to Adam by the Serpent, was it worth it?"
"And yet the fruit stopped her heart."
"Stopped her heart, stopped her blood."
"Stopped the blood, stopped the bleeding."
"So in dying she saved her life, ho ho!"
"Uuum..."
"But she lay asleep in the woods, with no glass coffin."
"Needed to brought to a bed."
"To wait for the kiss."
"No dwarves to keep her safe."
"So she gets a woodsman."
"But soon she'll have a Watcher."
"Excuse meee..."
"Don't stop him now, he's on a roll."
"Yes, yes, a Watcher to watch her, ho ho!"
"Sent by Hera, to protect her from Zeus."
"A thousand eyes to keep her safe."
"But the Big Bad Wolf comes knocking and says,"
" 'Not by the hairs of your chinny chin chin.' "
"And then..."

You wait for some time as the figure falls into silence. After a moment, it seems to have jumped off that rapidly derailing train of thought.

"Would you like some soup?"

You are beginning to suspect that your host is a few cards short of a full deck.

[trulyElse]

> Kaylyn: Ask what kind of soup the creep has. A meals a meal, right?

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I reckon this rags-man is gonna be turned into Ches' penultimate weapon at some point...

[Malrone]

Offer to go with him to what serves as a kitchen. Make sure the rags don't get too involved in the process.

[simon.clarkstone]

> Kaylyn: complement his clothes.
> Kaylyn: ask the name of the pile of rags.
> Kaylyn: give a name to the rubber chicken.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kaylyn: Ask what kind of soup he has.

"Uuum, what sort of soup is iiit?"

From somewhere in the folds of its rags, the figure produces a wooden bowl and hands it to you. You take it in your hand, then stare as he turns around, picks up the chicken, and walks out the room.

After a moment of confusion, you decide to follow.

You are now in a new room that is considerably larger than the one you were in. An open window shows a purple sky with whispy clouds, the dark figures of trees in the distance. The walls are hanging with various items, from more rags to an impressive assortment of knives. In the middle of the room a fire is burning, surrounded by stones. Above it hangs a metal pot of ...something.

"What do you think that is?"

You look into the pot. It is a bubbling liquid of a brownish-yellow colour, filled with unidentified chunks.

"I... I dooon't know."

The figure produces a ladel, from where you wouldn't care to find out, and scoops a some of the soup into the bowl. He then thrusts it into your hands, then produces a spoon, places in into the bowl, and seems unconcerned with the absurd amount of time it takes for it to sink beneath the supposed liquid.

"Neither do I."

>Kaylyn: Ask the name of the pile of rags.

"Dooo you have a naaame?"

You ask this less out of personal interest, and more out of an attempt to divert your attention from the offense against nature that is currently in your hands.

"I um..."
"Yes."
"I think."
"Certainly."
"Wait."
"It was..."
"I was..."
"The Warrior?"
"That's not right."

You turn to the chicken, carelessly discarded on the floor.

"Caaan you help?"
"Sure can. But I won't."
"If I don't get a name, neither does he."

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Hm... maybe yes, maybe no, tE...

[Malrone]

>Chicken: Henceforth for all time, be named thusly: Paddlefoot.

[trulyElse]

>Chicken: Your name is duck.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kaylyn: Give a name to the rubber chicken.

You look at the rubber chicken in something of a new light. Namely, the light of having to live imobile and unable to escape from an obviously mentally unbalanced individual. You are filled with a great desire to meddlehelp.

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"Yooou don't have a naaame?"
"Creep never gave me one."
"Weeell..."
"Whaaat if I gave you one?"
"...What?"
"...I'm not the Hunter, I'm the Woodsman. Or was I the Wolf?"
"A naaame. I could give yooou one, if you liiike."
"Hooow about Paddlefoot?"
"...That's really the best you've got, toots?"

There is a moment of awkward silence, filled only by the mutterings of the ragman.

"...If ya wanna call me that, go ahead."
"No way it's gunna stick though."
"Alright, sooo Paddlefoot it is. Now-"
"No, No, NO!"

You conversation is cut short by the specticle the ragman is now making of himself. He has rushed over to the nearest wall (as it turns out, the one with the knives hanging on it, among other odds and ends) and begins savagely beating his head against it.

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"Wh-whaaat is he doing?"
"He gets like this sometimes."
"Don't worry, as long as he doesn't realize the knives are there, we should be fine."

[trulyElse]

> Creep: Find the knives.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Creep: Find the knives.

No sooner do the words leave Paddlefoot's mouth (or at least that's how the expression goes; you've noticed that the poor guy doesn't even get to move his beak when he talks, the sound just eminates fom his general direction) than the Ragman snatches a particularly rusty cleaver from the wall. He turns to you shakily, and there is a manic glint in the slits of his rags where you assume his eyes are. You try and consol yourself that it's only the reflection of the fire, but this does little to comfort you as he approaches.

He moves quickly, far more quickly than anyone wearing that many layers has any right to be. In an instant he is on you. You drop the bowl in fear, attempting to get away, but don't react fast enough. His left hand grips your arm firmly, and the cleaver he presses against your throat discourages further movement.

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"You..."
"You're not Sleeping Beauty."
"I can see."
"Your mask can't hide your true face."
"Why are you here? To mock me?"
"I have the trees for that."

It would appear that he has mistaken you for someone else. What's a girl to do in a situation like this?

[trulyElse]

> Kaylyn: Abscond the heeell out of there.

Alternatively:

> Kaylyn: Ther's likely a reason he wears so much clothing. Perhaps he's vulnerable to the light? Surely this information could be usefull if it comes to blows.

[Xindaris]

"I was..."
"The Warrior?"

Hm. Are we sure this guy isn't the Ultimate Warrior?
"I WILL PARACHUTE IN FROM THE WATERS OF THE SUN TO GRANDMA'S HOUSE, SLEEPINGBEAUTY, AND THERE I WILL UNITE THE POWER OF THE HUNTER WITH THE POWER OF THE WARRIOR, AND TOGETHER THEY WILL BE...DESTRUCILICIOUS!!!! AAaaaaaaI WILL WEAR YOUR HAT LIKE A PINATA, IMPOSTER! I THINK ESPERANTO IS A LEGITIMATE LANGUAGE, AND SOON..."

>Kaylyn: Notice the controller in your pocket and hope this world works like Captain N. Subsequently discover that the start button does not, in fact, pause everything but you. Then dodge.