D.I.C.E(Game Thread/PM to Join)

[DarkRawen]

"Well hello you two, I trust everything is well? Say, what is up with everyone here, looks like they have received quite the shock."

Richard looked at Isabelle, and nodded. He sighed, head tilted. "Yeah, they did. The head, no, former head of division 6 just announced that he is done here." He didn't want to tell her, not yet. However, it felt like it had been years since he did what he wanted, no risks or anything involved. "Well, she'll find out before or later, right?" Richard smiled. "Hello, Isabelle Hearte. I'm Dr. Richard Johnson, Head of Division 6. I'm fine, although I don't know if the other members of the division are."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Richard had looked at Isabelle and nodded. He then sighed and titled his head a little."Yeah, they did. The head, no, former head of Division 6 just announced that he is done here."

"Ah, so the old head of the Division must of been the old guy I saw earlier with the briefcase. I wonder who he was going to be replaced by?" Isabelle asked aloud, noticing that Richard was smiling at her, his mood definitely changed quick. "Hello, Isabelle Hearte. I'm Dr. Richard Johnson, Head of Division 6. I'm fine, although I don't know if the other members of the division are." Isabelle let the announcement sink in for a moment, then showed a smile. She noticed the silver badge that Richard had in his possession. At a guess, it was made of silver; and she knew all too well what that meant.

"Well, I guess a congratulations are in order then Richard. And please, no need to be formal; just call me Isabelle, after all, we are friends, aren't we?"

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Vayle continued to search fervently through the halls of Division Two, looking in all the places that Isabelle might have gone to; when suddenly she bumped into Garath.

"Hey Vayle, you looking for something?" He asked walking up to her. "Maybe I can help."

" Oh, hello Garath, you almost gave me a bit of a jump their; which is ironic coming from a spirit. I'm just looking for Isabelle thats all, haven't seen since a couple of hours ago before I went to sleep. Last I remember she was writing a report for the Division Head, Christina Noble. Tried asking there, but she said that Isabelle had already delivered her report and left. Mind if I tag along with you and look for her?" Vayle asked, her tone changing from a mixture of calm to slight nervousness.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Well hello you two, I trust everything is well? Say, what is up with everyone here, looks like they have received quite the shock."
"Uhm... Hi." Kain was still silently shocked, however mean that may be. The guy he had known for a day was up for a promotion? Part of him saw an opportunity, and he silently kicked himself for even thinking about exploiting his... friends(?) new position.
"Oh, wait I recognize you. Please send my thanks to your spirit thingy for the clothes. The curtains were geting dirty..."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Well, I guess a congratulations are in order then Richard. And please, no need to be formal; just call me Isabelle, after all, we are friends, aren't we?"

Richard drank some more water. There were something about Isabelle's tone that made him tense. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I still have a bit trouble remembering everything, but thank you, I'll do my best." "Although, I don't know at what. It won't be too good for anyone else, I think." Richard didn't know what to say next, but Kain spoke instead.

"Oh, wait I recognize you. Please send my thanks to your spirit thingy for the clothes. The curtains were geting dirty..." Richard decided to keep quiet, he definitely didn't know what Kain was talking about, so it had to have happened while he wasn't there or something like that.

 

[IFS]

" Oh, hello Garath, you almost gave me a bit of a jump their; which is ironic coming from a spirit. I'm just looking for Isabelle thats all, haven't seen since a couple of hours ago before I went to sleep. Last I remember she was writing a report for the Division Head, Christina Noble. Tried asking there, but she said that Isabelle had already delivered her report and left. Mind if I tag along with you and look for her?"

"Sure, I was headed to the D6 canteen, maybe we'll find her there," Garath said, then began to walk down the hallway, towards the canteen.

"By the way, do you mind if I ask you about your illusions, more specifically how you make them partly real?" he said. He had been considering possibilities of imbuing his illusions with even the smallest fraction of reality for some time now, as it was his illusions could produce light and sound, but the moment anyone tried to touch them and they were useless, if they had substance then he could do all sorts of things with them, he briefly envisioned creating an illusion of himself and having it get him coffee, it would certainly be better than summoning imps, if it could even work that way.

 

[deathbydeath]

When Byron woke up, he was more tired than when he had gone to sleep. Sitting up in his bed, Byron noticed that he was still wearing his lab coat, as opposed to normal dress. He began to grumble, as this meant that he probably had forgotten to clean up in his lab four levels down. After taking off his coat and folding it, Byron changed into an unassuming outfit of dark grey slacks and matching sweater before gathering some things and headed to the central elevator. Still grumbling up a small storm, he paced over to where he was working a few hours earlier. Seeing the room uncleaned and in a messy state, his grumbling became low cursing as he set himself to the task of cleaning his lab. As he was washing out the test tubes, a commotion was stirring around outside his lab.

Keeping to his task of cleaning the glass containers, he settled with listening in as the former head of D6 publicly announced his resignation and handed the reins over to a guy named Richard. Deciding against caring, Byron's only concern was that this Richard guy wasn't a dick and let him continue to use space on level 6. Other than that, he was decidedly neutral as he was officially a D2 member, anyway. Finally fixing his lab back to its proper clean state, Byron decided to head outside to locate some kind of drink. His head was cracking open in one ***** of a headache, and he dare not try any of his painkillers until he was entirely certain that the Mokka was out of his system, Hoping he wouldn't tear anybody apart before or after he got some alcohol into his system, Byron opened his door and stepped outside.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Oh, wait I recognize you. Please send my thanks to your spirit thingy for the clothes. The curtains were getting dirty..." Kain said after a nervous hello, and from the looks of it, he was still slightly in shock that Richard had just been made Division Six head.

"I'll make a note of that Kain, Vayle will be pleased that her work was well received."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I still have a bit trouble remembering everything, but thank you, I'll do my best." Richard said after drinking some more water. It looked as though he wanted to speak next, but Kain had interupted him before he could.

"That's alright Richard, I'm sure in time the memories will come back. As long as you don't lose sight of what is important, then I'm sure you'll do well in your new position." Isabelle remarked, still seeing the badge that Richard had but luckily hadn't drawn attention to the fact that she was looking at it. She briefly left her seat to get some food, and came back with a bowl of pasta and some herbs for flavour.

"Will you want to celebrate later, or do you have work that needs getting back to?"

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"Sure, I was headed to the D6 canteen, maybe we'll find her there." Garath said as the pair of them began walking down the hallway. Then came a rather interesting question.

"By the way, do you mind if I ask you about your illusions, more specifically how you make them partly real?"

"Hmm, you know Garath, that has been something I have been wondering myself. I guess the best way I could explain is that whenever I create an illusion, I feel as though a part of me gets put in there; with more complex illusions taking more out of me in terms of stamina. Perhaps using a part of me, gives the illusions more form and a definite solid shape, allowing it to act like the original. Though for some reason, that doesn't apply to my roses, I can pretty much conjure those at will for some reason. Oh and by the way, thanks for helping me look for Isabelle."

 

[DarkRawen]

"That's alright Richard, I'm sure in time the memories will come back. As long as you don't lose sight of what is important, then I'm sure you'll do well in your new position."

Richard wouldn't lose sight of what was important, albeit that was something completely different from what Isabelle was thinking about. He just smiled, and she left to get some food. People around them seemed to have calmed down, somewhat, Richard only having to deal with the occasional glance. After a while, Isabelle returned.

"Will you want to celebrate later, or do you have work that needs getting back to?"

"Celebrate? Why?" Richard asked, not sure what she was referring to. He had never been one for celebrating, the same way he had never been one for mourning. Both required an amount of emotion he rarely displayed. He then tilted his head, realizing why she had said it. "You mean because of my position?" If he had anything to celebrate, it was that he had narrowly avoided the worst outcome. Celebrating the fact that he was a pawn didn't feel that well. "I'll probably have to work," he said. "Also, I'm still kind of... well, off from before." From before, when he had killed Zorrama, and that Azkar had died. When he had finally contacted his sister again, and then gotten dragged into Division Zero. There were too much for him to know how he felt, just that part of it was horribly empty.

"But I'll be fine," he said, more to himself than to any of the two others.

 

[IFS]

"Hmm, you know Garath, that has been something I have been wondering myself. I guess the best way I could explain is that whenever I create an illusion, I feel as though a part of me gets put in their; with more complex illusions taking more out of me in terms of stamina. Perhaps using a part of me, gives the illusions more form and a definite solid shape, allowing it to act like the original. Though for some reason, that doesn't apply to my roses, I can pretty much conjure those at will for some reason. Oh and by the way, thanks for helping me look for Isabelle."

"Happy to help," he said, considering what she had said about her illusions, "I doubt I could do that with my illusions, not being a spirit and all," he continued, he had an idea about how he could achieve such a thing with the magics at his disposal, but he hated using necromancy, and using dead souls to power a spell was not something he wanted to do.

They reached the canteen, Garath held the door for Vayle, scanning the room he saw Isabelle, sitting with Richard and Kain, he pointed them out to Vayle, and then went over and sat next to them.

"What going on?" he asked, to no one in particular.

 

[Shadowstar38]

The ground beneath the solider's feet wobbled and moved around, sending him off balance and stammering around. The monster that was before him began to look as if it was all part of some dream. Was this a trick? No. Just the drugs.

Each man there got the same strange feeling and swayed back and both. They all laid down their guns for fear of hurting themselves in their confused state, and laid out on the grass until their episode was over.

One of the men, after disarming himself, strolled over to Azkar and hugged her.

"Je suis désolé bizarre baiseur. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'étais si en colère contre vous. Soyons amis ok?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Celebrate? Why?" Richard asked, sounding confused at the proposal. It took him a moment to figure out what he meant. "You mean because of my position? I'll probably have to work, also, I'm still kind of... well, off from before. But I'll be fine."

"Oh okay, I just figured that with a big promotion and all, you'd at want to at least celebrate even a little. One more thing, do you mind if we have a talk later today; there is something important that I need to bring to your attention. Perhaps in my office down in Division Two, it'll be a more safe location there." Isabelle asked before starting to eat the pasta.

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"Happy to help." Garath said as he smiled at Vayle, which sent a slight blush to her cheeks, but it wasn't all that noticeable to the untrained eye. "I doubt I could do that with my illusions, not being a spirit and all." He continued, it looked as though he was thinking about something.

"Oh I'm sure you'll find a way Garath, you've got a good head on your shoulders." Vayle remarked with a slight chuckle as they reached the canteen. Garath kindly held the door open for her as they entered, and soon spotted Isabelle sitting next to Richard and Kain. Isabelle soon noticed.

"Ah welcome Vayle, I see you finally decided to wake up then. Sorry for leaving you earlier, had to deliver the report to Miss Noble. You weren't worried were you? And its a pleasure to see you to Garath."

"Of course not, just never seen you disappear like that is all."

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar raised her arms in the air, opening her chest and raising her little arms into the air as well.

"Now I must return to the moon! Good day everyone! Weeeeeeeeeeh!" She then wandered off back into the forest, away from what was probably a military base's grounds. She made sure to wave, losing sight of them after she was a few hundred meters in the woods.

"I hope none of them get fired." Azkar frowned a little and looked around, trying to work out where she should go. She wasn't that fussed, but she was pretty bored. But then she realized something, something horrifying.

"Wait... Does this mean D.I.C.E is going to stop paying me again!? NOOOOOOOOOO!"

Azkar continued being lost, somewhere in France. She was still in France, wasn't she?

 

[DarkRawen]

"Oh okay, I just figured that with a big promotion and all, you'd at want to at least celebrate even a little. One more thing, do you mind if we have a talk later today; there is something important that I need to bring to your attention. Perhaps in my office down in Division Two, it'll be a more safe location there."

Safe? Why would she say something like that? Richard nodded. "Yeah, okay. Sure." Why had she used that word? Was he just getting a bit too... did she know something? Isabelle continued eating, and suddenly the female spirit that had been with Isabelle before and a man with dark hair and a goatee arrived and placed themselves by the table.

"What going on?"

the man asked, he had been in France as well. "Not that much..." yet another name he didn't know. "I really need to get a list with peoples names, this is getting stupid." "Who are you again? Amnesia, I can't remember everything yet, sorry." It really was becoming the norm.

 

[IFS]

"Ah welcome Vayle, I see you finally decided to wake up then. Sorry for leaving you earlier, had to deliver the report to Miss Noble. You weren't worried were you? And its a pleasure to see you to Garath."

"Likewise," replied Garath, grabbing a seat.

"Who are you again? Amnesia, I can't remember everything yet, sorry."

"Garath Heller, division 2, illusionist extrodinaire," he said tiredly, waving his hands in front of his face as he said "extrodinaire", though his expression was one of boredom and exhaustion. He got up, grabbed a plate of food and a cup of coffee, and sat back down. He'd decided that summoning an imp might not go over so well in a D6 cafeteria, as they weren't used to it, especially since he was sitting next to an amnesiac who definately wouldn't know what he was doing.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Wait... Does this mean D.I.C.E is going to stop paying me again!? NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Really woman? Really? Trapped in the middle of nowhere and all you can think about is if you get a paycheck. Your prioritize"

A man in a hood and red robes at at a table in the middle of the wilderness, drinking tea and playing solitaire.

"So. You escaped from those guys. What's your next adventure?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Garath Heller, division 2, illusionist extrodinaire,"

The man found something to eat, and returned again. That way of introducing himself, even if Garath seemed really tired, reminded Richard of something Garath had told him before...
"Garath Heller, the guy who used to work as a magician... I remember a bit," Richard thought aloud. It was definitely him. They had been... in... Russia? Yeah, him, Isabelle, Garath, they had been in Russia. He didn't think Kain had been there, but Azkar... Richard shook his head, and hoped someone would talk about something, anything that wasn't his new position. Since Garath didn't know about it, Richard didn't feel obliged to inform him of it either.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

"Really woman? Really? Trapped in the middle of nowhere and all you can think about is if you get a paycheck. Your prioritize"

A man in a hood and red robes at at a table in the middle of the wilderness, drinking tea and playing solitaire.

"So. You escaped from those guys. What's your next adventure?"

"Hey, I'm a perfect little flower. Be nice." Azkar's large body began erupting, armor plates partially bursting off, hanging by tendons and gooey blood. Large tentacles sprang upwards and all around. The pigment of her flesh turned a base green. Folds of flower like petals began to flow around her flesh. Making her look like a large slow, twirling plant/thing covered in beautiful flowers and colors.

Azkar leaned out from the chest cavity, peeping from between the moving show of flora and fauna insanity. A long tentacle that looked like a vine curled around her gently, denying a view of anything that would impact on her modesty.

"Well, I'm done being a flower. Can I play?" Azkar gave a warm smile.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Well, I'm done being a flower. Can I play?" Azkar gave a warm smile.

"Sure kid. Why not. I have nothing but time anyway"

He pushed out the seat next to him as he picked up all the cards and reshuffled them into a single deck. He did a series of card tricks, flipping and spinning them around his head until the were good and mixed up.

"So what brings you out here today?" He said as he put the cards back down on the table.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar's form started to slowly retract it's peculiar new growth. She stepped forward near the table and crouched forward. The inner floor of flesh seemed to extend slightly from within the large chest cavity, slowly pushing the Human body outwards, a tight sheath of skin hugging her thighs and edging down. Before the man could catch a glimpse of anything, thin tentacles soon went between her legs and wrapped around her body seemingly at random, covering anything too scandalous. They soon disconnected from the larger body and fused into some demented strapless short dress made of flesh and writhing strands of muscle.

Azkar sat on the chair and crossed her legs. As she also closed her chest and squatted behind herself. Having two separate bodies was a little disorientating. But considering they didn't share sight or hearing it made it easier.

The cute little albino teen tilted her head in sync with the large eyeless monstrosity behind her. Every little thing she did with her head seemed to be mimicked besides her actually doing anything with her mouth. "Honestly? I have no idea. I feel great though. Like a big burden has been lifted." It was true, but she also frowned a little, looking downwards. "I was trying to rescue someone... Someone I liked to hang around with..." Azkar hadn't had much time to think about it. "I... I think I failed." Azkar didn't like the dark what ifs entering her mind and shook her head. She then lifted a pale white hand to the sky and looked through her slender fingers at the sun.

"I feel better. I can feel properly now." Azkar slowly looked down from the sun at the hooded man, lowering her hand. "But I don't understand why I feel so empty." Azkar didn't know this man at all, which probably made it easier to vent. Even with her unusual and recently cleared mind her feelings weren't making any sense. She only knew one thing. That it hurt.

"After we play a game, maybe you could help me work out what I'm supposed to do. I doubt you're here as a coincidence." Azkar gave a small smile and sat back, crossing her hands on her lap and looking at the table.

 

[Terratina.]

"Riiiight..."

Eligor sighed. It didn't seem like he was getting through to Isaac. It wasn't something you can particularly put into words, that is, the mortal tongue. The limitations of mortal language were frustrating. How do you describe something if there is not word for it? Not to mention that Isaac's level of intelligence wasn't helping right now. Eligor wondered how long Isaac would actually stay on the ice, in this frozen landscape. Until he knew? Until he gave up? Regardless, time was a-ticking and Eligor was grasping onto a faint hint of an idea - putting faith where he had none. In humans, in the human soul.

"What exactly am I searching my soul for exactly?"

"Where you think--" Eligor began, interrupting himself. That was the wrong word, now what was the right one? Ah yes... Eligor began again, "Where you 'feel' Hell is, all souls know the way, after all."