arcanarum | 1st Flex ♐ [Text]

[After constantly typing over and over frantically, trying to get that beautiful blue to show up on his font, he FINALLY figures it out, and these huge fancy sleeves with frills in them are NOT HELPING, besides the fact that this ...coat... has so much red on it he wants to VOMIT, but that would be even more disgusting, even if the tinge of blue to his bile would most likely make this red atrocity a tad more bearable.]

D --> I demand some means of e%plaination immediately
D --> Why am I here and where e%actly is this e%tremely confusing location
D --> I have something important I must be doing
D --> Even if the order was from a source I would rather not disclose to the public due to how improper it is for someone of my caste to oblige to the li% of them
D --> E%cuse me, I have gotten off trot
D --> I mean track, I apologize once again, I am just very uncomfortable in this new attire I have found myself in and hoof begun to work up a minor sweat
D --> But if you will, anyone, e%plain this to me now

D --> Also, is there any way for me to change the appearance of this communication device
D --> This contraption 100ks ridic001ous…

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[he blinks at the guy's appearance, grey skin, black hair, horns. To him it was rather strange.]

Oi! Slow down there, horns! [he smirks] Ja, the card vill basically tell du that du have been kidnapped by Arcanarum like the rest of us. It vill also tell du who du replace.

Mein toga ist just mein bedsheet. The Rulers of this land unawesomely forgot to give mich clothes.

Und, ich looks human, but ich isn't really. But there are humans around. Ich guess, that du aren't human. [he looks curious at the end]

...Horns? I will have you know I have a name you pink wriggler. You may call me Equius!

...I am hooving, ugh, having a hard time understanding through that ridiculous accent. You said we were KIDNAPPED? No, that can't be, that's complete rubbish! I have strict orders I must carry about from a less then honorable source. [Don't mind the choke in his voice and the sweat drop rolling down his cheek.]

I must leave here at once, there must be some sort of exit.

Oi! Mein accent ist nicht ridiculous. But, ich vill be awesome und switch to text.

[the screen goes black, he still isn't an expert at working this communicator]

[ten minutes later he manages to get text to appear, though he hasn't figured out how to color it or anything awesome like that.]

Better? Why is it that everyone in the universe speaks English? Britannien is going to get a big head.

Well, I say sit tight, since storming the castle and demanding to be sent back worked so well last time! We all got turned into puppets even though it was only two people who went to negotiate!

But if you find an exit, be sure to inform the rest of us! Britannien and I were in the middle of a war.

And don't call me pink wriggler, whatever that means! My name is Preußen!

[Hey, he spent a while trying to get that text blue. He couldn't stand to type without it while having to deal with this horrible red outfit as well, he needed SOME purity in his life.]

Edited 2011-08-31 10:32 (UTC)

We were all wooden puppets.

As for the war, I have centuries of battle experience. The latest war is Britannien and I against Specks and his he-man woman, France, Russland, and Sweden. I was so close to getting Sweden to surrender!

[too bad it's text only, his eyes are shiny pretty brightly]

Kesesese~ I will tell you all about my great strength in battle!!

Anyways, let's see, the city seems to be divided into different colored districts. If you can't find the note, which tells you which district you are in, then either look at the color of the decoration or step outside. The buildings in your area are painted the color of the district. Can't tell if there is any reason for how all of us are split up, except to make it harder for us to plan anything.

The communicators might be monitored by the Rulers or their agents. Only thing that I've determined about them is that they work off of magic. Which I wouldn't have believed in if I wasn't here and hadn't become a wooden doll.

So far, it seems each person here has their clothing forcibly removed and changed into clothing that best fits the denizen they were kidnapped to replace. And apparently, any special abilities they had were locked. Including magical powers, though I don't really believe Britannien had any to begin with.

[Poor Britannien...]

You really don't like red do you?

Magic seems to exist here.

[he's figured out how to color the text, but he's going to experiment with the colors for awhile.]

Its a nice shade, but it's not what I want.

Blood caste? Is there some difference in blood where you come from?

And the magic seems to be real whether we want it to be or not. Maybe it has to do with the fairy tale nature of this world.

I'm trying to find a text color I like.

Hmm...where I come from everyone's blood is the same. Castes are decided by one's family.

Though castes and classes are only applicable to humans. Nations, like me, are completely different. Kesesese~

Family? A mother and father and their mothers and fathers and so on and so far. Children of each generation have a mother and father who raise them. Sometimes one of the parents die or both resulting in orphans.

Slam poetry? There are poets but I never heard of slam poetry.

[he's getting closer to finding the color he wants]

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