they say it started with a big bang / open, visionary totem

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; She hadn't meant to stumble upon the yellow totem while she walked - in fact, Roxy wanted nothing to do with them. Knowing her future, or whatever Ryan said they would do, just seemed wrong; being in the dark was comforting. It'd be a burden to know what was coming next, and frankly, she didn't trust that chucklevoodoo nonsense anyways. Her head was already messed up enough as it was without interference from weird spirits.


    Yet all that was irrelevant, because Roxy Lalonde, the Coordination Queen, tripped over a root deep in the territory and smacked her jaw against one that laid in a bush. "Son of a-!"


    You watch from afar, third-person style; it's you that you see, your body, anyways. Bloodied, still. Your signature pink fur is usually difficult to miss, but red splotches cover your entire torso. You can't look around, to find help, to see if you're a spirit or not; your eyes are trained on that one, blurry spot. You can't focus clear enough to see very well, but... your body is on a slab of navy blue stone, you can see that, but you can't make out the symbol. Nobody is around. You hear nothing. You have no pulse. You are dead.


    Roxy shot her head up from her momentary comatose, heart racing. "What the *ing *? I- I..." The swift-runner took an uneasy moment to gather her surroundings. The jungle- the wilderness... Oh, the tribe... shit, the clan. The lapse of memory was almost more terrifying than the vision she just had.


    "It's yellow..." Roxy muttered, staring at the totem. "That's... guidance. Right? Ryan's stupid *ing guide says guidance, *." She drew paw through her fur, shaking her head. So much for a routine hunting trip. "Gonna *ing die, yeah, good advice, that's some good * right there, mmm, right there, good *, good *, gooooood *..." she paused. "Well, uh, *, see you soon, mom," Roxy muttered sullenly under her breath.


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    Michael hissed in surprise when he saw the fortune totem. Not good. Not fucking good. If there was one, there's bound to be more. He padded up to his pink furred friend, who looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Roxy? Is everything okay? What did you see?"

    Riley had heard about these totems and wondered when she will get one. The fennec fox padded over to Roxy, she must have seen something. "Uh, you ok Roxy?" she asked worryingly, tilting her head to the side.

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    Ryan himself had yet to encounter one of the Vision Totems, although you wouldn't hear the fox complaining about it anytime soon. If anything, he was relieved that he wouldn't be burdened with visions of his future- or anyone else's future, for that matter. His only experience with them was when he was talking to the spirit and it had demonstrated its abilities by giving Ryan what would have been obtained through a Guidance Totem, showing him standing in the main lodge and announcing about the totems, even if his voice was muffled and lost in the static murmur of memory. Drawn over by the mutterings of Roxy, Ryan was unable to pick up any of what Roxy was saying, but he did manage to pick up on the concerned questions directed toward the pink feline as he approached, coming up alongside Michael as his head tilted slightly to the side, running his gaze over Roxy. She seemed fine. "You see a ghost or some shit?" The fox teased, offering a lighthearted smile in an attempt to sooth the worried feline- plus, hey, it was the perfect time to get back at her for all the shitty jokes she'd been dumping on him lately.


    [hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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    IC~
    Sitrium joined the little gathering around roxy, a bit nervous. I mean, Roxy could have potentially saw her death, which looked very possible based on the way she was looking
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    OOC~
    Oh god, godtier Roxy will be fun
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    IC:
    Chris heard the commotion in the forest and decided to investigate. That turned out to be a terrible idea. As soon as he saw the totem, all the memories came flooding back. It was his fault his seven closest friends had died. All his fault. "No, no, no, no not again. I won't go through this again."
    OOC:
    You have no idea how long I've been waiting to post this! Like I said, I have plans for Chris. Which might involve him being traumatized by mysterious events *wink wink*

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Too many questions; their words swam in and out her ears like minnows trying to avoid some clumsy three-year old as they tried to catch them. One person; now two, three, four. Too many. Way too many.


    "*, noise, thanks," she got out, blinking away stars. Her heart still hammered in her chest, but her head throbbed right along with it. After a few moments, Roxy settled her gaze at Ryan, scooting a few steps away from the totem while she did so. Teasing- he was teasing her. Okay, she would roll with that. Roxy silently willed her pulse to slow - her muscles were tense and jittery, ready to spring. "I, uh, well, *." She threw on a fake grin; the action was pretty easy, actually. Whether it looked real was up to her audience, however. "Got one of them, uh, guidance totems, yeah? Damn spooky *. I, uh, was watching from third-person-" semi-truth, "-and I saw this bear, right? Big scary *er. It was attacking someone." Total lies. It made her stomach churn uneasily, but she continued. If anything, her pseudo grin became even larger. "In the thing, I saw myself pushing a boulder and it, like, trapped it, or some *, saved the day. Heheh, yeah. I'm a *ing hero, *, deal with this life-savin' sexy mofo!" Oh dear god, she hoped they fell for her bull*.


    "I'm just a lil' rattled by it, *. Like... havin' someone reach into your noggin, lookin' for some secrets to jack all the * up, but you're like, no, * man, those are mine, and you talk with your mind-thief until you use your sweet talkin' skills to convince them into giving YOU something, so they stick in their dirtiest, *tiest memory as a scam, thinkin', 'oh hell yeah, what a *er,' and they think you bought into it but you didn't, you turn right the * around and sell that * on ebay or the black market, and suddenly YOU'RE the mind-thief, it's you, it's been you all along." Did that even make sense? *, she rambled when she was nervous sometimes.


    "Um. I wouldn't... uh, *. Don't touch that * unless you're prepared to deal with a *ing hangover, jesus." Damn. I'd better be passable as one happy piece of *... they shouldn't know that I'm gonna die. Only then did she notice Chris freaking out; Roxy frowned, feeling unease rise up again like bile. Did he... did he see himself die, too? "Hey... you alright? I can - I can hide this, you don't have to look at it."


    [winks back ;^)


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    Chris shook his head to clear his mind and start thinking straight. "No.....It's fine. The totem just took me by surprise that's all. I've seen them before. One of them predicted something I could have prevented, but I didn't and I'm a little wary of those things."

    Michael sighed. Those things seriously gave him a bad feeling that they were meddling in things best left alone. Look at the group of eight friends he'd heard rumors about. They found one and suddenly none of them were ever heard from again.