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Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week!

paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

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What's Asgard?

A staircase shouldn't be hard to find if I know to look for you. Don't stray too far and I'll find you!

They should for the most part. I never really tried for myself.

Let's test this shit out. I'll make myself a little more obvious.

[There's a pause as he adds.] Don't laugh.

[Whenever Jane spots Dirk, he's in his full Godtier prince garb including the poofy asshole pants.]

[And Jane wastes no time in coming down to look for Dirk. The maroon really does help, she appreciates that, though she's very obviously not God Tier herself.]

Hoo hoo hoo! Oh my goodness, Dirk!!

[He sighs long and loud before walking up the stairs. He could fly, but that would let more people see this mess. He misses his black pants and heavy boots already.]

I know, I know. I look like I walked right out of Shakesphere.

[He pulls the hood back and offers her a hand.] Now that you've had a laugh, come here.

Oh, I - hoo, I don't know! They're sort of fetching, hoo hoo!

[She tries to stifle her chuckles, but those pants really are too much. It can't get any worse than poofy pants when it came to God Tier pajamas, could it?

Of course of course, she's coming right over and she'll take your hand. Is he going to pull her in for a hug?]

[He pulls her into a hug and snorts, glad to hear her laughter again after so long. From his perspective, he hasn't heard it in months.]

All the same, I prefer my pants to be flat and not making jest of my legs. Before we go anywhere else I want to change back into those.

Anyway, Asgard is the city of the Norse Gods. They claimed their universe is the top of Yggdrasil, the world tree. People from all of the 'lower' worlds were showing up and they were linking us all to their souls.

I happened to be linked to Mister Do not give a fuck, also known as Odin.

[Yes! Hug! Awesome! She hasn't heard him in months, either, and gives him a cheeky smile.]

Goodness! Well if you must insist, I suppose no one would begrudge you for it.

[She listens to his explanation, nodding slowly and doing her best not to judge how silly it sounds right off the bat. After all, she's seen a lot of strange things in the castle alone, and doubting him right away is certainly an awful kind of welcome.]

Hmm...I see, I think. But why would anyone want to do something like that?

Because they're dealing with a war and need all the help they can get. [He pats her back, and sighs softly. Back home they'd talked but all the things he's experienced in the city. It's like all of it is crowding his mind and he wants to just go on and on about it.

Later.

Later when they're both settled.] A little bit ago, we were sent to raid the enemy's stronghold and take a god's soul back. [There's something he's not saying there, it's in his tone and the way his hands subtly tighten around her. He'd died.

And he hadn't just died in the cold city of the frost queen, he'd do so willingly. The mission had demanded a sacrifice and who better?] What can you tell me about this Paradisa?

A war...hmm. [It doesn't really sound like something good to her. At the very least they should have been asked before they signed up to go to war.]

Oh? And how did that go? [She notices the tightening, but she won't say anything of it. If Dirk wants to talk about it, he will.]

Well, what would you like to know?

Anything you feel is important. [He slowly lets go of her as he adds.] We can start with the location of the nearest empty room. I'd like to change out of the pant a fucking loons as soon as possible.

Everything else can come after that. [He steps back and checks the silver bracelet with the blue stone on his wrist. What to tell her? The details, for a start.] Anyway, the raid for the god's soul was successful. We retrieved Freyr's soul from the hands of the Frost giant queen, how they got back to Asgard, I don't know.

I was a bit busy at the time. Apparently so was my bro, the feather one.

I can take you to a bathroom to change, if you mean. [And she begins to lead the way, not going too fast so she can still talk to Dirk.]

Oh? Busy doing what, exactly? And when you say 'feather one'...

I was indisposed. [Passed on, bereft of life, pushing up the daisies...]

Davesprite. It turns out there's two teen Daves and one has some feathers to go with his ultra cool. He was the original flavor of Dave Strider but, to fix the timeline went back and became his own sprite guide and forsook his place as the alpha. It's a little complicated. Bottom line is, [He casually stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking as if he has always been in the castle. It's important to seem like he belongs. That and god, it's nice to just talk to Jane again.] I have two bros.

...Uh-huh. How? [You're avoiding the issue. She's curious.

She'll bring her hands behind her back, because she's casual here, she feels like she belongs just as much as Dirk's trying to convey.] All right. I think I understand. Can I assume this is all a big batch of steaming time shenanigans?

You guessed right. Unlike Hal, Davesprite used to in fact be the exact same dude as Dave. I assume he's meant to look differently, the gods made him human again minus his black wings.

[He thinks those wings are so damn cool. So cool.]

I see! I don't think Paradisa can do the same thing, but then again, I doubt it has a use for doing so. It's got other plans.

[Just gonna wait and see if she can ask about that indisposition.]

That sounds ominous. What plans? [He's just going to dance around the topic before he finally admits to dying and doing it because it had to be done.]

[And when it finally comes out, she will be appropriately upset. No more friends dying, no. Dying bad.]

Well, perhaps I was a bit too quick to say there's no use in us coming here. There is, just not one that's very noble or could mean a lot to people outside of this place. The castle is sort of...feeding off of our emotions to live. It might sound a little far-fetched, but I haven't found anything that can refute it. If anything, all the evidence points to it being true.

[His mind turns back to Mimir, the place deep under the sea where the world spoke to him. Take them back, It had sounded so simple. To world that's all it needed. Problems to it were not complex. As he keeps walking, he folds his arms over his chest.] Is there any place you can talk to it from to confirm that?

If it's feeding on you, would be rude of it not to give you such a place.

I think there might have been a way a long time ago, but it doesn't now. And I highly doubt it would say so if we asked. The only way to figure anything out is to research and explore. Though goodness, it would be nice to simply ask and get some answers.

Right, a little 'sleuthing' should be the way to do things. It would be a hell of a lot less frustrating, right? [That went for Asgard too. He's none too happy with the gods lack of information and what little he's been able to glean from books in the grand city of the gods.]

Mmhm. But it's also a lot more fun this way, if I do say so myself!

Really. How so? [He looks in her direction with a curious tip of his head and an arched eyebrow. He's fairly curious to hear that. What makes it so fun?]

Well, you get to figure things out, and every little tidbit feels like a victory! I'd like to think that we're getting closer and closer to finding a way home for good.

That's a pretty positive way of looking at it. [He extends a fist to her for a bump.] But I agree. Having something to work for is a damn sight better than sitting around waiting.

[The bump is met with a chuckle.] That's what I've come to learn! And you learn it quick, it's so boring not to try anyway.

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Action (I don't even know if this is still going but this is fun~)

Action (I don't know either but I'm laughing.)

Action (Maybe if we're quiet no one will notice us)

Action (I hope rl does that too)

Action (Yeah that would be awesome)

Action (mine devoured me)

Action (That's okay, it does so to many of us.)

Action (Nom nom delicious humans)

Action (Darn you time /shakes fist)

Action (it is very evil)

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Action (it's so evil it's secretly Voldemort)

Action (sssh we do not speak his name!)

Action (oh right mum's the word)

Action (Sssssh~)

Action (Yessss)

Action (/fistbump)

Action (/woot)

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