Maddox: ...I have no depth perception or height perception or anything like that. Sorry. [grins] I'm an adult, yeah. Legally. Those old dudes will probably say I'm a child, but y'know, they're just jealous. Probably. [grin falls] Well, if I'd stayed in America, I'd probably still be a child. But, uh, I've gone through some sh*t in the past five years that forced me to grow up. [to Dav] Yup. One heart and proud. Why, do you have three hearts or something?
Dusty : Fingers fire extinguisher nervously ... "all this bursting into flames is less than reassuring" Dusty: yeah all humans only have one heart... except for politicians who don't appear to have one at all
Dav: No, I have three stomachs, but I was asking because there's a myth that male daktars have two hearts.
Rosseweisse: It's a Valkyrie thing. I try not to use it unless I have to but you should see some the stuff my sisters have done. And Maddox, a lady never discloses her agecl capriciously, but let's just say I've been 19 for a VERY long time. And sorry about the whole flaming-angel-of-vengeance thing - I'm a bit trigger-happy after nine-hundred years.
Rosseweisse: I'm probably the closest thing to a daktar here, but my kind only have one heart. We do catch on fire really easy though.
Dav: I've heard daktars catch fire when they're injured and shapeshift. Do you think they're magic? I know they're real because I've seen one. Unless... what if it was a human?
Maddox: Well, uh... [scratches head] I don't think any of us can shape-shift. I mean, I could be wrong, we've got a pretty... [glances around the room] ...diverse cast right here. Anyone else feel like showing off skills? It's been a few years since I've met new people to impress.
The Rishnaran: I have the ability here to change my form. I think I'll appear as a dragon. One much... [sly glance] larger than Davard here. It'll be nice for you to have something to talk to other than a disembodied voice to talk to when addressing me. Or I could simply appear in my true form. Though it's much more underwhelming.
Vetiver: (Sweeps into the room wearing a black velvet cape. Purple eyes glow from within.) Greetings, common folk. Does this establishment serve liquor, pray tell? Wine would be fine. Heh. I rhymed. Oop, I did it again! My tutor always said I was clever. Hold up, was that another rhyme? I'm starting to get worried, guys. (Takes out an antique silver-backed mirror and starts inspecting his handsome reflection for signs of illness, but then just starts posing and winking at himself.)
Cira : wooo wit woooo... *changes back from an owl* " excuse me ? For the record i can turn into a mouse, and a wolf too... there are some very surprised cats round here"
Beatrix (my character): That with the high ceiling is very suspicious, Dav. Don't trust the Rishnaran. You can trust me. I am rather plain at the moment. Have a dark secret and I lie once in a while. My writer is thinking about having me lie a lot. Never mind her. YOU CAN TRUST ME!
Beatrix (my still somehow flat character who has a secret and lies a bit and maybe in future a lot): That character chatroom is really great. Did you know that secret services spy on everyone and are making profiles of posters and now also of the characters as they can't figure anymore who is who or what?
Beatrix: I am Miss Herriot, Vanna, and you are caught. I will take your phone away and the policy is in force as of NOW!
I was imagining the chatroom like this: Hello, I am Beatrix Stone. I have a dark secret and a lie a bit or maybe a lot in the future as one thing leads to the others, you know what I mean. I am trying to figure myself out. Do I have hidden talents and depth? Or am I just a little lying bitch? To figure this out, I would discuss global warming or the components of trail mix with any other fictional character (no writer!) here. Nothing against writers... They got all those other forums... This chatroom is just for us characters. Writers are BANNED here.
Dav: Don't trust the Rishnaran? How do you even know about the Rishnaran? Did he create humans too? The Rishnaran: I find the sudden suspicion quite random. One of my own protagonists shouldn't trust me? I only kill him once. He comes back without a scratch. And the high ceiling is for his benefit.
Amy: Hi Beatrix! You can tell the truth here if you want, I specifically did not tell my brother about this because I want to be able to talk about being a serial killer without causing him any problems. I mean, if you want to be really cryptic with us, then go ahead, but do you lie because you want to (which is OK) or do you lie because you feel you have to (which isn't)? If you lie because you feel you have to, then I assure you that you don't have to do anything here that you don't want to. Alec: Wait, shouldn't she tell the truth to us about the things that she lies to the people in her own world about? Amy: Not if she doesn't want to, of course not! Alec: But if we can't trust each other, then we won't be able to say anything to each other! Charlie: Oh no, what a nightmare.
Maddox: Oooh, a dark secret. Tell me more. Are we doing secret-sharing now? [raises earthen table from the ground and sits down in a chair at the head of the table] There should be enough room for everyone to sit down. I mean, if you want. So, secrets. Anyone want to go first? If not, I will. [grins and props feet up on the edge of the table]
Dav: I'm not sharing any secrets. I only have embarrassing ones. The Rishnaran: Touche. I think it's time for Dav to leave. I'll bring in another dragon.
