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foolishmortals2017-06-11 04:17 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-06-11 04:17 am
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Introduction
[You wake up in a bed.
A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.
And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.
Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]
When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.
[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?
As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.
As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]
A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.
And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.
Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]
When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.
[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?
As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.
As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]
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Now, I don't know where you were raised, although I'd wager its at least near a barn, but polite folks don't step on other folk.
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Uh, I think ya mean God, big fella. No plurals necessary.
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[He's just now realizing that he's really ticked off a lot of goddesses.]
I could go on, but the most important to note is [He struck a pose, wriggling his fingers as he did.] Yours truly.
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Good gracious. You're a real slimy one, aren't ya?
[Jiminy Cricket: antagonizer of gods.]
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No, I don't think so?
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No, no- you can't go around claiming you're God. Its just- no!
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You do know who I am, right? Maui? Hero to All? The demi-god?
[He's really starting to hate this place.]
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[Yeah, no. Definitely never heard of those.]
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[Considerate, caring spirit Jiminy Cricket.]
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[Casual shrugs!!!!]
You wanna just... spell out what you're trying to say here.
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You're a few apples short of a tree, pal.
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You know. You might be right. Because most people? Most people don't bossed around by tiny bugs.
[Maybe he took one too many coconuts to the head. Or maybe Te Ka killed him. Either or.]
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I'm not just a bug. I'm a certified, one-of-a-kind, conscience, thank you very much.
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[Jiminy, are you really surprised that Maui hasn't heard of this concept?]
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He fluffs up his jacket in complete and utter "you got some learning to do" mode.]
Your conscience! That little voice inside you that tells ya right from wrong. And I was given the title by the Blue Fairy herself, so you know it ain't no snake oil.
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Aaaand now I don't.
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how
where
why
He just stares at that for a few seconds. He's seen tattoos before, particularly whenever he's hopped near the docks or local bars (not that he would) but this is. Incredibly new for him.
He looks to where Mini Maui went and quickly scuttles after it. It doesn't seem like the fella was knocked off but maybe if he follows the tattoo?]
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Done ogling back there?
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On the other hand, he doesn't really like Maui's 'tude, and this feels like a time to be a huge shit.]
Hm? Oh sorry, didn't notice you there, a little busy with a man of character
[He stage whispers to Mini Maui, just to really lay it thick.] Non-consciences, am I right?
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[Ignoring his big counterpart, Mini Maui nodded emphatically toward Jiminy. Finishing that, he pantomimed a heaving sigh. Being a so-called conscience is exhausting.]
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[That's probably not supposed to come off as flirting, but he still takes the time to nod sympathetically. So many problems that build up.]
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