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This is the main role-playing page for the Trials of Ether! Please wait until I have accepted your character before you start role-playing. We will be role-playing here during the Waits™
You appeared here. You don’t know where you are, or how long you’ve been here – eons, or perhaps only a moment. You don’t know how. But you do know why. It’s because of… that. The one, clear memory you have, and in it, you, doing something despicable. Perhaps unforgivable. The rest of your memories are a foggy jumble of emotions and feelings.
So where is here? you ask yourself.
Welcome.
A kind voice echoes in your head.
Young one, welcome to the Trials. Have a seat, take a complimentary biscuit. We will be beginning shortly.
Um, excuse me? you ask. But the voice is already gone.
And you sit, and take the biscuit.
~
You are in a forest. Tall birch trees tower overhead, yellow and swaying in the autumn wind. At your feet are lush green ferns, their tips starting to brown and crackle. In the distance, shady evergreen trees, offering cool shade and the lingering scent of pine needles. The golden sunlight filters through the treetops, one certain ray illuminating a tray of biscuits atop a smooth stone boulder.
It is beautiful, but eerily silent, save the rustle of leaves and the whistle of wind.
Why?
Oh, you realize, there aren’t any birds, nor rabbits. There is no prey at all.
Because the dead don’t need to eat.
Robin sat near the trees, anticipating for the voice to instruct her again. No one was around, but Robin was completely fine with that. She didn’t enjoy talking much.
Dandelion –
Oh, would you look at that! Someone else. I bet they’d love it if I came and spoke to them.
“Hey!” she said to the cat in greeting.
“oh,uh, hi! ” Robin meowed, wondering why there was another cat. “Who are you? Do you know how we got here?”
“I’m Dandelion,” she said. “I don’t know, but I reckon the reason I don’t have memories is because of this. Who are you?”
“my name’s Robin.” Robin stated, gaining confidence.
“Let’s go meet some of the other cats here!” Dandelion said.
Madrid eyed the biscuit warily. If we don’t need to eat, why is the first thing they give us a biscuit? She buried the biscuit by a birch tree, and padded away to find someone to talk to.
“Hey,” Dandelion said. “I’m Dandelion. Who are you?”
“I’m Madrid, sweetie. But you can call me Maddie. Where are you from, dear?” Madrid figured that this gray and white she cat had some hidden darkness behind her long fur and naive outside. She had a peculiar golden bracelet on her leg. Madrid wondered if Dandelion had been rich or something when she was alive.
“Oh,” she said, realizing that she didn’t know. “I don’t know. I seem to have lost most of my memories. Do you have memories?”
“I find that I do not either,” Madrid remarked after a second. Odd, but not much to dwell on, as she was dead anyways. Wait. The world around her whirled, and she was plunged into a vivid memory.
She was standing next to a judge in a castle, watching a black and white patched tom stand trial. She knew that his name was Spindel, but that was it. The judge yowled for silence, and began. “Sir Spindel, you stand accused of treason against the country and tax evasion.” Madrid smiled smugly, before the memory spun out of control and everything blurred. When her vision cleared, she found that once again, she stood at the left of the judge-the witness stand. “Dame Ivory, you stand accused of aiding another criminal in committing murder.” The scene disappeared in the same fashion as the other, then the memories came faster and faster.
“Sir Reyald, you stand accused…”
“Sir Portclaw, you stand accused…”
“Dame Violet, you stand accused…”
And Madrid knew she was the reason they were hearing those words.
Dandelion –
Uhhhh soooo Madrid seemed to be in a trance? Ummm. “Whoa there, you good? Earth to Madrid?”
“Of course I’m fine,” Madrid snapped, before feeling bad and apologizing. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.” But inside, her thoughts were spinning. What had they done to her? What was-or, had-happened to them? And why had she hurt them that way, and felt no guilt at all?
>> reply on the other page
Splashy eyed his surroundings, sitting quietly by a tree. The biscuit sat at his paws, but he didn’t want to eat. Something was off.
Robin stared a both of the other cats, then padded over. “Hello! Who are you?” She asked, waiting for a reply.
“Hello, I’m Splashy,” Splashy responded quietly. He cleared his throat. “What’s your name?” he asked the red she-cat, this time a bit louder.
“oh, sorry, I’m Robin!” Robin stated,staring at the handsome tom, before turning to away to greet someone else
(Handsome tom lol)
Splashy watched Robin walk away. He stood, confident there would be others. He walked around the edge of the clearing, searching for cats.
[rain edit – changed a couple words to heck]
~Serpent Shadow and Wolf Fang~
(OOH they don’t have memories, my characters aren’t gonna realize they’re related ahhhhh)
[also if yall are wondering about the spacing, every time I put a space between paragraphs it’s because it changes perspective, i’m writing third person limited changing between Serpent Shadow and Wolf Fang’s perspective]
Serpent Shadow glanced around. What’s going on here? He shook out his pelt, unable to get rid of the lingering feeling that something was not right at all. Ignoring the biscuit, he looked all around him at the other cats in the area, seeing many who appeared to struggle with the same unease. Including the young tom sitting near him. “Who are you?” Serpent Shadow asked, figured he might as well gain some allies.
“Who are you?” The russet tom asked. Wolf Fang blinked. The tom seemed familiar, but… he couldn’t remember how. “I’m Wolf Fang. Who are you?” Maybe this tom knows something about what’s going on?
“Serpent Shadow,” the other tom said smoothly. “What do you think is going on here?”
“I’m not sure, but I think it may have something to do with my memory loss,” Wolf Fang guessed.
“You’ve lost memories as well?” Serpent Shadow perked up, suddenly much more interested. If this “Wolf Fang” had the same problem he did… maybe everyone here had lost memories? But that didn’t explain why…
“Yes, I can’t remember anything, except…” Wolf Fang trailed off, eyes widening. “Great stars…”
“What is it?” Serpent Shadow asked abruptly. Wolf Fang shook his head, slightly dazed. The only memory he had…
“If we’re dead… I think this might be heck,” Wolf Fang murmured. “Because the only thing I can remember is killing my father’s brother.”
Serpent Shadow blinked, surprised. “Heck? That’s a bit dramatic. But… you might be right.” He wracked his mind for a memory, something constituting an eternal punishment… his single memory did not disappoint. He remembered killing his brother– he had a brother?– his brother’s young son… and felt no guilt from it. He was proud of the fact, at least he had been when he’d done it. Because he hadn’t killed him directly, no, he’d been clever about it. Had almost gotten away with it. But he couldn’t remember what happened next. And he couldn’t remember why. “I’ve got a murder as well,” he supplied, for Wolf Fang’s sake.
“So we’re in the same boat here.” Wolf Fang nodded. “Then we might as well team up, yeah?” He still felt the strange connection to Serpent Shadow, something he couldn’t place, an emotion without a memory to back it up.
“Sure, why not,” Serpent Shadow replied, seeming to entertain the thought. Good enough for Wolf Fang. He stood, abandoning the biscuit the strange cat had given him. Someone else could have it.
“I think it will be in our best interest to gather as many allies as possible,” Serpent Shadow suggested, surveying the cats around them. “But we have to choose carefully. I don’t want allies that will drag me down,” he added, with a pointed look at Wolf Fang. A warning. The younger tom dipped his head in understanding.
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Wolf Fang purred. “Who do you think we should approach first?”
“Hmm.” Serpent Shadow looked around once more. He spied a reddish-gold she-cat near them. Serpent Shadow wasn’t sure how, but he knew that she was the cat they needed to talk to. “That one,” he said, pointing with his tail. Wolf Fang nodded, and the two approached her. “Hello there,” Serpent Shadow said smoothly. “What’s your name?”
(PINEBLOSSOM THEY HAVE APPROACHED MADRID PLEASE REPLY)
“Well hello to you as well,” Madrid replied just as smoothly. These cats were eager. “Names often have power, honey. Why do you ask?” She somehow had a weird feeling about these two. They looked a little too eager, eyes shining, fur slicked back like they were trying to look their best while talking to her. Were they plotting to use her? She didn’t want to be a mere pawn, but if they were as crafty as they seemed, they might make good allies. Unlike that Dandelion, strutting around handing everybody her name. She seemed harmless enough, though, and maybe she had something that would make her worth keeping around.
Ravine-
Ravine’s eyes narrowed at everything. He was suspicious, as he was of most things. He couldn’t remember anything, but he suspected that he was always this suspicious of things, mostly this weird feeling of being betrayed all the time.
Something lingered in Ravine’s mind. A memory. One of his ex. She was a beautiful cat, that was for sure. But she was toxic. How stupid was he to fall in love with her? And then finding out about everything-the lies, the toxicity, the betrayal. Snapping and killing her. Oh. That was bad, he supposed.
Well. He might as well make allies. He waited for someone to approach him.
(open for interaction)
Robin moved away from splashy, and decided to see who the other cat was. “Hello! I’m Robin, who are you?” Robin glanced at the tom, standing, waiting for a response from the tom.
Ebony:
Ebony woke up, he wasn’t sure where he was, everything seemed like a blur. Around him he could see lots of other cats.
Splashy glanced around. The cats that he could see were all talking to one another. He waited for someone to approach him.
Calabash’s bright heterochromatic eyes flickered as she stared at the biscuit nestled in the grass between her paws. She didn’t feel particularly hungry, but she picked it up anyway. Why refuse a perfectly good, free biscuit?
Her black-and-ginger fur bristled as she became aware of all the other cats in the area. Who were they? Why was everyone here?
She wondered briefly if someone else might know and set her untouched biscuit on the ground. Glancing around, she noticed a jet-black tom sitting on his own. He looked non-threatening enough, she supposed. Calabash hesitated for just a moment before stepping toward him. “Hey,” she called with a faint but noticeable edge to her voice. She noticed her hackles were still raised and forced them to lie flat. “Do you know where we are?”
Splashy turned to face the cat speaking. She was large, scarred, and had a scarf around her neck. She was slightly intimidating, though Splashy masked his feelings.
“Hello. I’m Splashy. I’ve been thinking about that, and I think this is some sort of afterlife. I don’t know.” Splashy spoke with confidence, and he gazed at the she-cat with a firm look.
(I had a bunch of stuff already typed and was going to post it when my phone decided to close out of the tab lol)
Calabash gritted her teeth and averted her gaze. “So that voice was right,” she growled, half to herself, half to the tom, Splashy. “We are all dead.”
She took in a sharp breath and turned back to him. “My name’s Calabash. Nice to meet you.” Taking a step, she flicked her tail. “You want to come look around?” Calabash suggested. “It’ll be less lonely with the two of us.”
Splashy hesitated slightly. That was a strange offer, but he thought he would take it. He would just keep a sharp eye on her until he was sure she was an ally.
“Sure, ” Splashy meowed.
Calabash nodded, mostly to herself. “All right,” she told Splashy, and she began to trudge forward.
Can I trust him? she thought, ducking her head slightly so he couldn’t see her dark expression. She remembered only one thing apart from her memories here: being tricked by a cat she thought she could trust. Calabash remembered the feeling of her stomach dropping to her paws as she stared down over the edge of the cliff, thousands of feet in the air. She could have fallen. She could have died.
She remembered viciously raking at the cat with her long claws and leaving him to die at the edge of that same cliff. It was all a blank after that.
Her claws slid out and dug into the ground as she walked. If he pulls a stunt like that other cat did, he’ll be sorry.
(Oof That’s dark)
Splashy followed, tail tip twitching. He could see two toms talking to a reddish gold she-cat, and they seemed sort of… cunning and sly. They were too smooth. Too casual. Too dangerous. Splashy decided he would stay away from them.
Alice looked around, her perfect white and gold pelt shining. “Where is this place?” She quietly hissed. She tried to remember what had happened in her life and just remembered the deity saying that her hunting was only ok. “Dumb deities,” She hissed, But she ate her biscuit in silence.