->Be Tavros Nitram
He is a bit preoccupied at the moment. Ever since he woke up in this strange place, these strange frog creatures have been swarming him. Which is odd in numerous ways, but he will manage it. People like him with COOL ROBOTIC LEGS that inspire a certain CONFIDENCE never let the small things bug them. But, he is not entirely sure his legs are all that cool. He lost a lot of his confidence after, you know, the thing. Waking up again though, he found somebody to stick around and tell him that kind of stuff. You know, that his legs are cool, and that his Mohawk does not make him look like a dork in any way, and even if he did, he could always claim to be doing it ironically. That person has made all the difference. It was a really good thing that Tavros formed the pact with such a brotherly and supportive figure. He finally has somebody to believe in him, in a non-twisted blackrom kind of way.
But, Tavros is clearly not passed out in the middle of the street at the moment, so being him will be a little difficult.
You are Nepeta, and you were just blown sky high in a NOISEY explosion. Wind rushing all around you, and the city unfolding beneath you, you close your eyes as you plummett. Partially out of nervousness, and partially because of how dizzying the view is. Normally, somebody in your circumstance would be flailing and screaming their metaphorical head off, but that kind of fear seems out of place within you now. You think this may be because you already know the fear of inevitable doom, and have experienced it one too many times to be shocked by this fall. This is also because you have a moirail whom is well versed in the ways of STRONG, and is more than likely at this moment preparing some kind of overwrought manuever to catch you. Or at least, you hope this is the case, because you have already died once and have no wish to do it a second time.
->Be Equius Zahakk
You are Equius Zahakk, but you have no wish to be yourself at the moment. That kitty just found herself thrown off of a dangerously tall building, and is now falling from a dangerously tall height. And you think, no you are quite sure that even your STRONGEST jump will not reach her in time. This lack of confidence in yourself is surprising, scary even, you did not think the price of admission would be this high. Still, you are STRONG, there must be something to be done. Something. Anything. Don't just stand there on the rooftop gaping. You reach out for your meowrail's hand in the empty air in front of you, and stare blankly at the city landscape below. She must have fallen by now. There is no hope, and nothing to be done. A worthless blooded individual such as yourself was wrong to think you could protect her. But. . .
That is curious.
Despite the fact that a flat minute of fall time has already passed since the time Nepeta was blown away, there is no imprint of her landing. No olive blood to mark her untimely demise. Something stirs in your two valved blood pumping muscle, the stirrings of hope, you would call them if you were AN ARTIST instead of a simple PURVEYOR of art.
But, where did Nepeta go?
->Enough dallying around, show us the Corpsified Dunderhead
Fine, alright, you have your way. Though I do not believe she would appreci8te being referred to in such a demeaning manner. Of course, she needs to w8ke up in the first place before she can even hear your poison tongued words. When she agreed to play this game, and keep in mind the term 'agreed' applies loosely here, she lost a lot of the minor details of her character. She lost herself in a sense, and unlike all the others who entered the game, she woke up alone and stranded in a flood of people who could not see her. For the one lost and abandoned in the street, no memory of how they had gotten their, or who they even were, and hearing a cacophonous nightmare of the thoughts of passerbies who did not even seem to notice their existence, was none other than. . . Well. Just input that command once more to find out.
You are most definitely awake now, but the faintest clue of who you are and how you have gotten yourself into this predicament still alludes you.
->8e Vriska Serket
You are Vriska Serket, at least, that is what it says on the conveniantly located placronym. You have woken up on the street, and it seems to the rest of the world you do not exist. People are stepping over your now awake self, carrying about their daily lives as if you never existed. And then there is the voices. The constant chattering at the back of your skull which you are quite sure are not your own thoughts. The only clue you have to what you were doing before waking up in the middle of this busy intersection is the headphones you have in hand, a pair of old and probably out of style phones that seemed to belong to somebody important at one time or another. Or at least, that is the vibe they give you. They are not good for anything besides giving vibes though, because you have no music on you at the moment. Your pockets are quite empty, except for the strangely marked pin you seem to be carrying. You want to get up and move around, but without your glasses, its difficult to see much of anything. Something in your core screams at you to take full advantage of the situation, to come out on top despite the odds, but, that urge seems to be repressed under a block of amnesia. So really, you are not sure what to do. You only hope the headache will go away sooner rather than later.
What is it you want to do now?