TMD - R4 Rosemarri v. MadicanOuter Spaces and Inner Places
Author was in a good mood. Hard to blame him I guess. We'd left the mall behind and found ourselves standing in a large cafeteria plated in chrome and eggplant. Wait what?
I looked around for any diners but saw nothing and no one. Just bizarre architecture like chairs with weasels for legs, columns of English majors that held up the crushing weight of a ceiling made of Real Life (how did I know that?), and colorful mosaics on the floor depicting a duel between an ork and a scraggly man spraying fungal cream at it. Oh, and planets made of cheese that drifted by Jello windows.
Author stepped forward into the cafeteria and his silver smile appeared. "Ah, haven't been here in some time. Feels quobbly."
I fixed Author with a searching look and said, "Where exactly is here? And what the hell's a quobbly?"
Author looked out the window as Jim poked at one of the jiggling windows. "A quobbly is a wiffle of mash and plums, freshly squeezed of course,"
TBOS - R2The Hero's Lie
The Villain's Truth
Sparrow fiddled with the amulet around her neck as she walked next to Regis. Ahead of them the newly-crowned Summer King was leading them to the banquet hall after he'd had two of the motorcycles custom made for the two outlanders. Regis had been very impressed at the technology. Sparrow as well, but less so. Not so strange when one hailed from a steam-driven world and the other from the future.
Regis kept looking around, taking in the mixture of gold design and chrome machinery that comprised the Faerie Palace. But even despite his interest, Regis was not easily adaptable to it. When he had tried using the bathroom, Sparrow and the King had both needed to yell instructions at him through the door for five minutes of trial and error. Which was mostly why he was keeping his mouth shut right now.
The two of them kept walking, and each thought the same thing. They'd been sent here to repair the Book of Stories, but how were they supposed to do tha
TMD - R3 - Ganth vs Madican"Author you said the squid would be out of commission for a few days," I said, trudging through an empty mall. Any other day I'd be sitting on one of those wooden benches as a spectator to the time-honored battlefield of bargain hunting. Every coupon a bullet in the magazine, swiping credit cards like clean strokes of the blade, and each bag a spoil of war. Hard to believe most people just saw a bunch of boring shoppers rather than battle-hardened warriors, some of whom had learned ritualistic techniques passed down from generation to generation.
Author idly grabbed a potted plant with a tassel from his robe and tossed it into a fountain as we passed. Why? Because he could. "And I did say the squid, fine Sqrk but you're calamari all the same, had a strong mind. Do you really think I want him in my head any more than you do? Yes, yes, you can be useful we'll just hurl you at the next opponent and hope for the best how about that? Don't get snippy with me you bit of sushi."
TBOS - R1Fantasyfreak18 vs Madican
The Crown, the Bird, and the Joker
Skyscrapers reached for a dirty, cloud-covered sky like skeletal fingers from the grave. Decay was evident in the structures to varying degrees, some with only a few broken windows and others with their rusted girders exposed to the heavy, putrid air.
But there was life on the streets. People clad in filthy rags and robes wearing air filters to cover their faces. The strange thing was that the filters contrasted heavily with the people they adorned. Suspiciously clean and far more advanced than the primitive wooden clubs and rusted blades they wore at their sides.
The clouds twisted without warning and a bright arrow streaked downward from beyond them, falling towards the center of the city. It collided with the street and erupted in a flash that disturbed nothing except air as its occupant was released from within.
Regis stood in a world wholly different from his own. Even the people who had seen his arrival knew that
TMD - R2 shiosk vs MadicanI walked on the floor. Author walked on the ceiling.
After we'd defeated Ion and Gwyll, Author and I had just kept walking in this spacious hallway. When we'd rounded the corner the other two had been gone, despite there only being one hall at the bottom of the stairs, stretching off into infinity. And lining the walls of the hall were doors of all shape and size, a plaque marking each one. Unlike the ones upstairs, these said things like First Methodist, GA and Sacred Cross, TX.
"Interesting doors," I said, running my hand along them as we passed, feeling the different textures of each one. "Wonder what this place is?"
Author laughed and I glanced up with an annoyed expression. "What? Perfectly legitimate question."
Author laughed again. "No, not really. Think about it. What sort of place would have doors marked from Alpha to Omega? Or doors marked with names of churches spanning throughout the globe? Keeping in mind everything is a pristine shade of white that somehow doesn't seem ga
TMD - R1 - Tenyo v. MadicanStrip the Veil, Strike the Shadow
I walked through the shifting void of the dream I was trapped in. And the only one I had to rely on was the character who couldn't be trusted. Awesome.
We'd long left the crowd behind. Whether they had dispersed or not was unknown. Still, no matter where I went, I'd find someone eventually. This was a tournament after all. Funny, I'd entered a couple OCT's, but I'd never expected to be in one myself.
"So run this by me again," said Author, gliding beside me by way of his power. "You are such an incompetent Author you lost your pen and book."
"Yes," I said.
"And your ability to sense Imagination is atrocious."
"Right," The shapeless void sloped up slightly. I looked to the side and saw the shadowy impressions of what could possibly be buildings.
"And we are stuck together for this tournament, nevermind the fact that you are effectively helpless in it."
"Blame the Muse for that one," I said, seizing upon the chance to redirect his attention.
TMD - InterviewOC Interview Template
1.) As one of your characters answer the following
2.) Feel free to comment alongside your character as yourself, it adds to the fun and makes it more amusing to read x3
3.) It's easier to use one character at a time but if you want to do it again with another please feel free to ^^
4.) When answering don't feel like you have to tone down your characters. Do it all as you expect they really would if they were seriously answering these questions ^^
5.) Have fun
6.) Quiz created by: The-Bone-Snatcher
Characters: Author and Robert
..:: || Phase One, The Basics || ::..
What's your name?
A: Technically Author, but I do have a real name.
R: He's not going to give it to you though. And my name is Robert. No nicknames.
Where are you?
A: Indeed! A good question, but I have no answer. I don't reside in any one place for long and am currently on--
R: He's on Earth is what he means. Same here, but different Earth, on the western coast of the US.
TMD - AuditionDuality
I sat in the luminescent rainbow sanctum of my mind and wondered when the show was going to start. I never remembered this intermission of sleep just before REM, not until I was back here picking through my thoughts of the day. My subconscious was keen to let me do my thing, a slight advantage of lucid dreaming. We had an agreement where he would get to do whatever he wanted, and I would try not to take control of the dream unless it was the very end or I got irritated enough to blast someone.
I conjured a beanbag and plopped down in it, idly flicking big bubbles away that represented my experiences. Uneventful all of them. Internet being down, playing Morrowind, writing an audition for an OCT on deviantART, writing for the hell of it, reading The Throne of Flames, re-reading The Red Pyramid, etc, etc.
There was a flicker in my mind and I slapped aside the memories of eating barbecued chicken. "Ready?" I called out as my thought bubbles tumbled away towards the memory ba
TMD - Author's SheetName: Author
Appearance: See comment box.
Personality: Author is a trickster archetype, only getting serious when he is in serious danger. He enjoys playing mind and verbal games with people, with a tendency to pull them into his own pace. He is capable of talking normally with people, but it would require him to not think they're fun to antagonize. And considering he's played the "I'm not touching you" game with an ork before, good luck with that.
Abilities: Author has the ability to, at will, conjure and manipulate the form of his pens into any non-biological object that is comprised of three pieces or less. This means swords and shields, not guns or plague. He generally keeps the first in the form of his left arm and his favored entrance to a battle is super-sizing the prosthesis into the form of a monstrous claw. The second pen acts as his robe and cloak, but is rarely revealed as such. He can use it to fly, though it is a bit unwieldy considering his body and