#gmrpevent

[godsandmonstersrp-blog1]

interview with the warden

Hello! The time has come for you to find out which of your characters will have the opportunity to find out just a little more about the infamous wardens. We want you to know that all of your questionnaires were good and a fun read, but we are only humans so we had to pick six of you.

The rules of this game are simple, but are a must to follow in order for it to go all smooth and without any misunderstandings or someone getting upset:

Your character is going to be given directions to a small place—most likely a public one, too, like a café or something like that, and upon their arrival, there is going to be a person waiting for them (a.k.a a starter you’ll be linked to). Now, you ask: “But mods! My character wouldn’t just follow the directions, ESPECIALLY given by the wardens!” Well then, Jan, we respond, you can’t participate in the event. 

Once your character approaches the table for two, where the person is sitting, the café (f.e.) will go on a lock down. Windows, doors — everything will be with thick railings or metal louvers covering them.

The person in front of you is not exactly themselves at the time, and we are sure some of your characters will realize that. 

A button will be pressed and from then on your character has an hour (10 posts each person—20 notes on the thread) to get all the information they need.

Should they not succeed and not be quick enough, they will be knocked out and memory of this meeting erased. For them to succeed, they need to somehow convince the puppet-of-a-person to leave with them.

Bellow the read more is a list of characters that will be participating.

Bastet

Anubis

Brigid

Maniae

Thanatos

Alexander

[godsandmonstersrp-blog1]

interview with the warden

Hello!! Since lately you’ve become a bit lazy, it has been decided to give you a simple task: to fill out a questionnaire about one or two characters of your choice. 

You have time till Sunday, 6 pm EST — to finish and to submit the link of that post to the main. 

Depending on how many of you will fill this out, we will choose either random participants, the ones who caught our attention, or perhaps all of you—and give your character a chance to meet with a specific person whom they will be able to interrogate about the infamous wardens.  

The Questionnaire (under the read more) was made from various questions found all over, and a few of our making. It should help both you and us to look deeper into your character(s). Good luck & don’t forget to tag your triggers!!

What is your earliest memory?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

What is your worst memory?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

Describe yourself to me.

What are you most afraid of?

Tell me your 3 biggest secrets.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Describe your worst nightmare – the one that brings you instantly out of a deep sleep, sweating, eyes rolling, gasping for breath.

When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)?

What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why?

Describe a typical dream you might have.

Do you have any feelings in general that you are disturbed by? What are they? Why do they disturb you?

Do you think redemption is possible? If so, can anyone be redeemed, or are there only certain circumstances that can be? If not, why do you think nothing can redeem itself?

Do you have any bad habits? If so, what are they, and do you plan to get rid of them?

What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement you can conceive of? What makes it so frightening?

In what situation would you become violent?

How do you want to be perceived by others?

If you were to die after this, what would your last words be?

[ahyvdagwalosgi-blog]

█▐ @lizard--ainsworth || event starter

Taima awoke from her slumber and immediately met the feeling with scrutiny. There was rarely a night when she’d slept so peacefully and yet, she could not remember a single time she’d awoken during the night. She rubbed her eyes once and, with her vision cleared, she looked around. Heart pounding quickly, Taima noted that her surroundings were not the same that surrounded her prior to her sleep. Looking to the right, she placed her eyes upon the one who tried to touch her bracelet and her brow furrowed in confusion. 

              ❝What is going on?❞

[venebalder]

What is this?

Balder sucked in a sharp breath, practically choking on the air - if he’d had a drink in hand, he would be sputtering all over the place; but thankfully, he’d decided not to indulge his desire to forget everything, at least not for another hour. 

He was patient. It could wait.

As he squinted up at the monitor, struggling to understand what was going on - not to mention the events that had already begun to unfold on the screen, its broadcast extending to every public place it would seem - the former god of light grimaced, slanting a look of stupefaction and worry at the person beside him. “Forgive my impudence, but do you, by chance, know what’s going on?” He asked quietly, as always minding his manners. Surely someone must, at the very least, have some idea as to what was happening and why the vaguely familiar faces of some of the inhabitants on the island found themselves unwillingly participating in - whatever this was; it certainly didn’t look as though they were there voluntarily. 

[metalxsmithing]

| give all my secrets away |

@ hermes-the-thief

As a god, Hephaestus had numerous experiences under his belt, experiences only an immortal being could claim to have known, both endurable and enjoyable - but this was, perhaps, the first time he’d ever experienced what mortals referred to as an out-of-body experience. It wasn’t so much obvious as it was ... odd, a sensation the likes of which he’d never felt before. A light, tingling sensation; not necessarily uncomfortable but certainly noticeable. Coming awake to an unfamiliar environment wasn’t new to him ( years as an unwilling captive of mortals had taught him to expect the unexpected and to never underestimate them, for they were unpredictable; weak no more ), and yet as soon as his hazel gaze, alight with wariness and curiosity, focused, zeroing in on the thick, scabrous wall of brick looming before his eyes, something very close to deja vu swept over him.

Close but no dice; if anything, it was a rather poor imitation of it.

But at least there was enough light to perceive with one’s eyes the pathway stretched out before him, hemmed in by impressive walls of brick and metal, too tall to climb over but not so tall as to leave him confounded, incapable of rationalizing and deciding on his next move. 

Follow the yellow brick road. Surely it would lead somewhere, maybe even out of what he’d already begun to suspect was yet another bizarre plane of existence.

No. Not again. He refused to entertain such a thought, not after that time he’d spent on the inlet, forced to explore an abandoned, dilapidated house he’d wanted nothing to do with. A strange experience, to be sure, but one he wasn’t looking to repeat.

A thought that came to a grinding halt when realization hit him square between the eyes.

This place ... it reminded him of the Labyrinth where the Minotaur had resided. The offspring of King Minos’s wife and a bull, the creature had been truly unfortunate.

Confused, Hephaestus scratched his head, wondering if the mortals had cursed them when they’d tossed them onto this damn island to live out the rest of eternity in captivity. That would explain the continuous string of odd situations heaped upon him, one after another, until he was on the verge of embracing the fanatical mindset of a conspiracist. “Why does this keep happening?” Mumbled under his breath. 

Please, someone explain it to him - because he simply wasn’t getting it.

[riddle-azize-that-blog]

Azize could barely remember why they had come to the hospital in the first place. Now the power was out and they were rummaging through cupboards and closets, a bulging sack of a bag on their hip that continued to grow the more they added to their hoard. They could make a fortune with this stuff on the black market. 

Head down in a cupboard, they almost missed the bump of someone creeping up behind them. They whipped their head around to stare at their intruder, eyes almost reflective, like a cat’s. “Don’t tell me you’re security.” 

[revenge-and-retribution-blog]

Nemesis hadn't felt cold like this in years, the deep, aching kind that made its home in your joints and bones. She had just made it inside the bookstore before the door snowed in, and now her hair was dripping cold, melted water down her back. The gusts of wind and snow carried on for minutes, hours maybe, it was difficult to tell. She pulled books around her in a little fortress, hoping to keep calm, trying to wait out the snow. Nemesis was half-lured to sleep by the white-noise, until suddenly, she was pulled out of her dreams.

The snowfall had stopped. All was eerily quiet, except for the sound of another being's breathing, or was there more than one? Standing, Nemesis looked out into the gloom, wrapping her arms around herself. "I think the snow has stopped!"

[madnessxlurksxwithin]

| snow interlude |

Setting: Trapped in the general hospital on the north side of the island.

When the white flurries started to fall, Malachi stared, motionless and tense, as though they didn’t quite know what to make of the sight; as unfamiliar as it was, this first-time experience immediately snagged their attention, unwittingly dragging it away from the slender silhouette of Evie - whose decision to visit the town had led to their own demand to accompany her, utterly disregarding the possibility of allowing her to go off on her own. The last time they’d willingly given her space, she’d wound up severely injured, terror-stricken, the attack having succeeded in ripping her mask of defiance and bloodthirsty cruelty away - only for a few minutes, but those few minutes was all it took for the incident to be forever engraved in their mind, her desperation to flee their clutches and her fear at coming face-to-face with another imposing male so soon after her assault nearly driving them over the edge, provoking their bestial nature in such a way that their need to make the incubus pay managed to surpass their desire to reaffirm their possession of her by covering his offending scent with their own. Only once and only for a short duration - but it was enough. 

And yet as soon as the chalky white flakes began their descent, all that mulishness ground to an abrupt halt, caught in the web of bewilderment and a strange kind of childish awe, both of which they fixated on the patches of white decorating the ground. With narrowed eyes - the silver hues darkening as anger began to set in; anger at confronting the unknown - Malachi lifted their hand to bat at the flurries, the brisk chill in the air causing the tiny hairs on the back of their neck to prickle with warning; a warning of what was to come. Only when the temperature began to drop at an alarming rate, however, did their attention shift to where Evie stood mere feet away, having clearly stopped to wait for them. But by then, it was already too late, for the abrupt decline in temperature and the increase in flurry attacks - that white stuff could prove deadly if one failed to acknowledge its level of threat; and Malachi was someone who never disregarded their instincts - sent the cowardly humans scurrying in all directions, the sudden influx of panicking meat-bags all but overwhelming them with sheer numbers, thus separating them from Evie.

“Evie!” They bellowed over the loud, obnoxious sound of heavy footfalls and panicked screams, struggling to reach Evie but hardly able to make any sort of dent in the crowd. 

Rather than shove them aside as they intended with their bare hands, the crowd simply pulled them along, most unwillingly - until they found themselves propelled through the sliding glass doors of the general hospital, a place one supposedly visited if they needed mending. How stupid. Only weak, pitiful prey would think to exploit such a place. 

Nonetheless, it irritated them that those same prey were responsible for their current predicament, snaring them like a big, juicy rabbit and ensuring escape proved futile given how fiercely mother nature struck at the inhabitants of the island, forcing them to remain indoors for fear of being turned into frozen slabs of meat.

A force to be reckoned with, certainly - but so was Malachi.

And right now, they were seconds away from exploding into action, a large, aggressive force hell-bent on forcing their way through the throng of people scattered around the main lobby, if only in an attempt to return to Evie’s side, weather be damned.