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[RP] The Second World

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Humen:
Jacob*READ CLOSELY******
'What kind of a farce is this? Are you trying to tell me you took me by force, as if I’d be ever so joyous to assist in your phantasmal adventure of wonder and whimsy? That it’s apparently all okay because this is nothing more than a simple dream, because if we perish we are not dead? As if I’d buy into something as idiotic as that.‘ Flailing his arms about as he screaming till his lungs were fit to burst, he angrily paced toward the so called "goddess”. ‘Frankly the only thing that would make me half believe you are these pathetic excuses for creatures.' He spun pointing, arm extended in the direction of the deer-morph. ‘What is with that thing? It can barely stand with that stick, and I don’t even know what it is, but it’s clearly not human when you compare it to that lummox over there. I have no time to entertain such idiotic notions such as these, I suggest you find another sap.'

Jacob wanted to say all this and more, but instead he stood there, silently watching everything take place in front of him. He couldn't be positive at first but reaching this grove, Jacob confirmed his fear, and he wasn't near the farm or even the forest he knew as his own personal backyard. There was no telling where he was, and he couldn't take the chance of dying out in the grounds because he let his temper get the best of him. He'd have to play their game, at least until they reached some civilization, when that happened he could break free and plot his way home.

Have not any of you wished for a second chance, another opportunity, to forge your life as you want it?

Something about that line made Jacob snap. It felt like a vein had popped in his head, and his eyes bulged as he shouted at the godess. “No, I haven’t! I have never once thought of another life, I love my life! Working the fields my father fought so hard to obtain, caring for the animals every day, assisting my mother with the house work, and after a hard day’s work spending time with my sisters! I have never once considered it a burden, so much so that I would drop it all and abandon them. And for you to have the audacity to suggest that as if you can read me like some open book..." He stopped all of a sudden, his face flushed red from his frustration. He didn't even realize it, but he had stepped farther into the grove. It was embarrassing to have lost his temper from a few mere words, but he must regain his composure. "But," The anger could be felt in his voice, but his words were hollow. “If my family is in danger as you say, and I am in a position to help them... Then I suppose I have little choice but to assist you."

The-Blades-slave:
Daylin kept silent throughout the elf's tantrum, sighing heavily and running a hand through his hair. 'Dear Creator, please tell me what to do...' He already had so much work to do, and the family that bought him would always come first and foremost in his life, even before a quest given by a goddess. They owned him body and soul, they could do anything to him, yet they supplied him with a warm bed and great food. The only thing they asked him in return was to tend the farm and make sure it didn't decay, to keep it in running shape. He couldn't divide his time anymore, he decided, he barely finished his daily work as it was. There was no way he could do this quest.

He turned and stared hard at Floressa. She was still dressed in her nightgown, but he knew she was a lot more comfortable than him. She was smartest person he knew, and wouldn't have any trouble keeping up with everyone here, unlike him. His brain already hurt and he wanted to go home, but he couldn't leave her to run off into a foreign world and get herself killed. "I'm a slave, she speaks for me." He motioned over his shoulder at the half-elf, big arms crossed over his chest. He was tired all of the sudden, and his eyes drooped. He was going to regret not just going home, he knew it.

Desbear:
The dwarf's head began to spin with the talk of all that... Magic, and other world stuff... And this lady was claiming to be a god now?! Further more, if magic like that from fairy tales did exist in this world, and it was as dangerous as she said it was... What could they do against it? How could a simple dwarf even hope to help stop what they described as the 'collision' of worlds...? He was sure that the person had gotten the wrong dwarf, or even that they were pulling his leg... But... Was confused the small dwarf the most... Was when she said that she was that each one of them had a role to play, and that they knew they had gotten the right people... The deer girl who could hardly stand... The tall human who claimed to be a slave... Each, and every one of them, all.... Six? No wait, add him in... All seven of them had a roll in this, and that actually raised the simple dwarf's confidence in the situation...

Now, there was one more thing that caught his attention. She said that they would still have their lives in their home 'world'... And that if any of them were to die, they would still have their life on the other world... Well, to this... He felt like there were very little downsides, that he didn't have a reason to say no. After all, when death in the other world didn't mean death in his home world... Well, there's not a very good reason to back down, now is there? "I may not know what I can do to help, but  I don't really have a reason to say no... So, I'm in."

Lunartic:
Floressa listened patiently to the goddess, her gray eyes wide with curiosity, but the elf beside her made it difficult with his immature whining. Her eyes would be red if she allowed them. She blocked him out and focused on the daunting decision before her. But what would the fates want with a lowly farm girl? Or anyone else here? Aside from those beast . . . things, it was a very normal looking group. But she knew well enough that "normal" was quite subjective, and few things were "normal" in life. Such as being a half-elf.

And who knows? It might be fun.

"I'll do it," she said decisively. "Daylin too. Won't you?" She was reminded of a younger self, with big eyes and tiny hands, dragging him around to help her pull an apple from the tree or carrot in the ground when Papa wasn't looking. And even if they were caught, she would always take the fall for him. He simply did what he was told. He shouldn't be in trouble for that.

But this wasn't an innocent game. "Getting caught" could mean the end of both worlds. This thought either hadn't crossed her mind, or it amplified her sudden surge of wild vigor. It was an adventure, something new, something big and important that she was taking part in. The very thought made her eyes turn a flaming amber, and even if she could stop it she certainly didn't care. Part of her wanted to jump out of seat and straight into the action, but instead she sat and smiled and waited for Daylin to say yes. She knew he would.

The-Blades-slave:
Daylin hung his head and slumped forward, resigned to his fate. He knew she was going to say yes before she had, he was fully aware she was going to drag him along before she asked; that didn't mean it bothered him any less. It didn't upset him that she wanted him to go, even if she hadn't he would have insisted. It was his job to make sure she didn't go and get herself hurt. He was just skeptical about being a hero, unsure if he could even make a difference. No one else there may have been special, but at least they were their own people."I guess I don't got much of a choice, now do I. If you got hurt because I didn't go with you lord knows what all those fancy lords and ladies you go out with would do to me, not to mention your Pa. I'd be deader than a doornail."

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