Ragnarok

Ugh, everything hurt. It hurts. Where’s Alessio? What is this place? Owowowowowowowowow, Arsene was in pain. Please let something happen that would make him turn humanoid again.

He was wet. He hated being wet, why was he wet?

Ow… Just let him sleep… he was tired… he hurt everywhere…

Before Sherlock could rip that fake to pieces, he…[Read more]

“Go on,” Mother said, “What happened next?”

The mirror had shattered. Why exactly, Sherlock didn’t know. He could still see a few memories. Should he try to get up?

Before he could entertain that idea, a flash of images entered his mind. The person he believed to be his mother, strangling the life out of him. It was all so sudden he almost…[Read more]

What’s this? Another victim! Arsene decided to listen in, because he is a spoiled overgrown child who must know everything.

“Who are you?” Awe~ young love. Brandishing the bow, Alessio kept it aimed on the new victim.

Leana jumped a little, making Arsene think she might hit him with the club.

Alessio whispered something to Leana. No fair, how…[Read more]

Undeniably uncomfortable, Alessio started. “You’re…a weredraekon?”

Well, that’s a new one, although that could describe it.

“Or…dragons are intelligent in your world?”

He blinked slowly, opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, and then opened his mouth to speak anyway. This should be good.

“If you’re half dragon and half human…how do……[Read more]

@kimlikesart

Sure, feel free to drop another character in. I’m sure Arsene would love someone else he could annoy.

I feel like if you were to drop another character in, it would be best to chose Alessio’s group, because they’re having the human/non-human talk. Plus, if you drop a character in the other group, you’ll be in the middle of a…[Read more]

Wait, what’s happening?!?!?!?!? 

Before Sherlock could object, he had locked Nathair in the other room. Just lovely. If Nathair got out, Sherlock was certain he would kill him. Disobeying every command he gave, Sherlock’s body started walking to the throne.

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!! 

He was not okay with this! NOT! Oh great, now h…[Read more]

What just happened? Did Sherlock just witness a homicide? Hmm… Looming over the body, Sherlock investigated. Needles, that was the murder weapon. Considering that Arsene hated needles, this Nathair person might come in handy.

Wait, the body moved. The person was still alive. Augh, choices, choices, choices…

[Sherlock sits on the throne,…[Read more]

@hannahrenner

I feel like we’ll die if we approach the throne, but let’s do that anyways. My answer is yes.

“You’re hilarious.” He said, staring at him for five whole seconds. Arsene just smiled. Said nothing. Just smiled.

Alessio came to the uncomfortable realization that Arsene was not joking. “How are you supposed to be that old? You’re a child!”

“Sherlock’s the same age as me, but I was born first.” Arsene added.

Smirking, Arsene presented…[Read more]

Alright, group count. Arsene was 90% sure that Crorie was in the clothing or weapon section, Alessio was talking to John, and Leana… was asleep? Yes, she appeared to be asleep. Arsene should have been more observant of that. Oh, look there was a blanket right there. Taking the blanket, Arsene put it on Leana, before deciding to mess with Alessio…[Read more]

Arsene decided it was time. They’d go shopping, Crorie would find something she’d like, and they’d all get new equipment.

“If you like her, you should really buy her flowers.” Arsene told Alessio.

“What? No.” Alessio was now frowning at him.

“So you don’t like her?”

Alessio was now flustered, but then quickly countered. “What about you and…[Read more]

When they finished, Arsene put his tail coat back on. “Well, that was fun. We should try going on a picnic next time.”

Arsene glanced back at the rest of the kitchen. Half of it was covered in flour, there were a few burn marks on the wall, and there were a couple trays of inedible bread on the table. One was Alessio and Arsene’s attempt to make…[Read more]

“But that’s not your real name.” Alessio said automatically.

Wincing under his mask, Hades passively said. “John Doe was my professional name, not my birth name. And it is the name I will go by.”

“Professional name, you say,” Arsene, undeniably not missing the chance to start mischief, started his tricks once again, “What is your profe…[Read more]

“What am I supposed to call you now?” Alessio asked.

… Normally Hades would have ignored anyone who asked for his name, but it was clear they’d be companions for a while longer. Much to Hades’ irritation. Working in a team often led to Hades clashing with its members or just ignoring them entirely. Hades doubted he’d be able to work with the…[Read more]

I believe it should be noted that the situations in the mirror change from character to character. This trial in particular could center around the time a character betrayed someone or when they were betrayed (or a mix of both). If a character hasn’t really experienced any major betrayals in the past, they might see someone else’s memories or just…[Read more]

“I don’t have to call you Saeb Lyn. If they’re going to torment you, so.”

Even though they couldn’t see it, Hades closed his eyes with the satisfaction of someone not nicknaming him. “I would be most grateful.”

*Considering whether or not he should tell them his name. Might do it if someone asks*

“Come and sit in a circle. Everyone gets a pa…[Read more]

Hades had been wondering what was going on. Just to check on the others, he wandered into the kitchen, where everyone else had gathered. Much to his uneasiness, Sherlock was missing. Where did he run off to?

It was only now that he had gained a better view of Arsene’s features. He had some white streaks around the edges of his black hair. He no…[Read more]

He called him ‘Angry-Punk’. The blind guy obviously remembered him. Best to establish a better reputation.

“Mere passing acquaintanceship,” Nathair assured, probing “He seemed to know an old friend of him, Alessio.”

Give a few minor hints, get Nathair to leak out some info. “I’ve seen a person named Alessio with the one who calls himself Arsene…[Read more]

“Crorie? Come help with this?”

Oh dear, Arsene could NOT let that happen. He had to do something. Um….Umm….help? Someone? Ugh, Sherlock was better at cooking than him.

Not giving any hint to the crisis, Arsene interrupted with nice smile to start this anarchy. “Actually, I think it would be better if I cooked.”

Leana sent him a sus…[Read more]

“We should find the others,” Alessio said, trying to change topics.

Arsene was about to object, when he heard loud clattering in the kitchen. Just… a tiny bit curious… and concerned, Arsene peeked through the kitchen door. And there was Leana, standing in the center of the chaos, ordering…needles? Thread? Where they trying to stitch a tur…[Read more]