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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 12:37:09 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Onea's Open Thread for the Elemental Shiftthis thread is open to the War-Forged and any other characters in Onea. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts can be any length, you will earn normal AP for your writing- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- There's a lot of chaos going around- don't leave anyone behind! Try to interact with other characters.- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: Your character has suddenly found them-self with a new blessing and an understanding that the gods themselves have changed elements- react! Location: Skeldr Town Time of Day: Morning, the day you woke up with the Wrong Magical Powers Current Weather: Cold as hell, but you're used to it
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Post by houndflash on Apr 1, 2018 14:24:03 GMT -6
Ales| Scout| War Forged
What on Kaia's green earth was going on?? Ales had awaken this morning to the normal agenda; run his circuits, play with Jaggy, practice fighting with Addy and Aly, listen to Lad's stories, annoy Dad, etc; but everything immediately seemed out of wack for the young scout. He felt... hotter than normal? Like his insides were being warmed by a fire, but not the sickly kind. He had ran into his father's room, not realizing that he had been setting small fires as he ran until he reached the room and he smelt burning.
He had raced outside the house, since despite his immaturity it's common sense that wood houses and fires don't mix, and had since spent the rest of the morning playing with his new fire abilities, even figuring out he could now breathe fire. Though his sense of the emotions that surrounded him was now gone, he was having a ton of fun with this new ability, and part of him hoped it wasn't all a messed up dream.
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Post by notadonkey on Apr 1, 2018 15:02:49 GMT -6
 Addeva yawned and blinked open her eyes as she awoke, glancing at the normal items in her room and her sleeping familiar beside her. "Good morning potted plant, gooood morning books, good morning--"
She sat up in her bed, realizing that not only did she see the items in her room super clearly, but she could see Aly in her room. And Dad in his. And....Ales dancing around outside?? And pretty much everyone in Skeldr town??? She tried not to flip out or scream, but, well, she did anyway.
"ALES!" The zonkey screeched as she hopped out of bed and ran outside to where she "saw" her brother. "Ales, the weirdest thing happened, I can.....SEE everyone. Not just you, or Jaggy, I can LITERALLY SEE EVERYONE IN SKELDR. You know that old lady that sells pots? She's sweeping her porch. And that beefy guy that sells carrots? He's....oh gods you don't want to know what he's doing-- okay POINT IS I don't understand what's happening and I miss my rocks, why can't I move my rocks and--" She paused, out of breath, her mouth hanging open. She could feel his emotions too?? Why is he so happy? "Are you...were you just breathing fire??"
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Apr 1, 2018 15:19:03 GMT -6
 Edmond was troubled, more troubled then normal. His own child had nearly burned down his house, Adair had been healing everybody from their burns, Addy had been yelling about seeing things and of course Aly had been talking about powerful visions that had troubled her in the night.
Something was wrong. Had the Gods forgone their blessings? Was he having a bad dream? Was it the food he had eaten last night? He wasn't really sure, nor was he really in the mood to deal with any of these things.
Yet, here he was, walking into Skeldr, wondering if anybody else aside from his family was having issues....
Only to see that his own son was still playing with fire, once again. The stallion let out a short sigh before turning his body in the opposite direction as quickly as he could. He was not going to deal with control Ales and his fire all morning. Nope! No siree, he was fine dealing with his own problems. Hadn't he seen beams coming out his eyes this morning? Hadn't there been other things he needed to worry about?
By Kaia and Argus, what in the world is going on?
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Post by grumpyhyena on Apr 1, 2018 17:20:13 GMT -6
BromFarmer | Male | War Forged The day had been rather... typical? Except when Brom had woken up in the wee hours of the morning, ready to start his day and complete the number of chores he had on his plate... he woke up in his field. Which was weird but sleep walking was a thing that some horses did. Except Brom had never sleep walked ever in his life, nor had he been partying the night before (in fact he hadn't partied hard enough to warrant waking up in odd locations for years.) Shirking off his weird morning, Brom had gone about readying food for his hens, making himself breakfast and checking on his wayward teenagers that he kept an eye on. Except... in the middle of preparing the feed for all of his chickens he blinked and was suddenly standing out on the road twenty feet in front of his little hut. Obviously something was going haywire, was he walking places and forgetting? It was extremely unsettling, but maybe he was just making things up. Making it through breakfast had been easily, but on his walk to his shed out back to check on his farming tack in an instant he was on the ground and the next he was standing on the roof of his hut. He could hear the boards dangerously creak under his hooves, Brom was a massive horse. A sharp wail escaped him, suddenly afraid of falling through his own ceiling. By the name of the gods was happening to him??? Before he could even consider trying to climb down from his roof, the great mule stallion suddenly reappeared in front of his chicken coop. Heart racing, he stumbled back to land on his rump. Sweet Kaia, what had he done to deserve this??--
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Apr 1, 2018 18:19:43 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket
Farmers
Tired and groggy-eyed, Newt awoke with a headache. They struggled to remember exactly why they were back in Skeldr Town, but that seemed to be the least of their problems as they woke to be staring right back into completely identical eyes. Not Cricket identical, but Newt identical. They weren't at their right shoulder either, but directly in front of them with the same short mane and same spot of white on their nose, like looking into a mirror... Except... They were lacking their brother?
Newt's green eyes widened immensely, and they blinked. Just when they thought they were going mad, or had been slipped something before they fell asleep, they turned to look at Cricket for some sense of normality. They could sense his usual presence, there was the same pulling on their shoulder and entire left side, but when their gaze landed on him; he wasn't there.
That made them jump. "crIICKEt!?" they shrieked higher than they'd care to admit, launching upward. Newt heard more footsteps, only to realize that their identical figure jumped sideways to avoid them. It moved. This wasn't a mirror, wasn't some form of REM sleep. A dream? They must be dreaming.
But then Cricket woke up. Not to their usual alarm either, but to Newt's ridiculous screaming voice. He stumbled to gain his footing in a tired, shocking jump upward. His head hurt, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. What was, was the odd tingling, pins-and-needles sensation he felt running over and through his body as his twin jerked them both upwards.
Newt could see him again. His appearance faded back into existence like he just pulled off a layer of invisibility. That made them jump more, hocks dropping awkwardly as they tried to get a good look at Cricket, "what the fuck?!" They yelled again.
"What?!" Cricket snapped back, annoyance now obvious in his tone as he tried to regain his balance. Newt's screaming and odd shuffling was not doing wonders for his throbbing temple, and was not how he wanted to wake up. Swinging his head to demand an answer, Cricket's eyes landed on the same odd, identical figure. "W-wait-- w-hat... That's-- Is that you? It's you!" His shaking voice gasped ridiculously through shifting green eyes, pupils bouncing between Newt and... Newt?
"Calm down, stupid!" and both of their heads turned. Silence. The twins' eyes landing shocked and speechless on the duplicate. The thing had Newt's voice too, but it was merely a copy.
"Don't call him stupid, you ass." and that was the real Newt.
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It turns out, it wasn't a dream... and outside didn't seem much better, but the rest of Skeldr was in just as much chaos as they were. Cricket's body kept fading. His shoulders, head neck, and hind leg just evaporating, which made Newt appear to be walking perfectly fine without their right back leg. Though he said he didn't mean to, they could tell Cricket was enjoying this.
At least he was. Newt's blessing was turning out to be a pain in the neck... "Stop following us!" They shouted back to the trotting version of themself, they could feel their presence the same way they could feel Cricket's, but it was different... and they couldn't figure out how to get them to leave.
"Ha! You move pretty weirdly, don't you two?" Newt could hear their own voice again and it made their head twist in annoyance, a growled, "fuck off," shooting out in an all too easy response.
Skedlr was a mess. Horses shooting off blessings they've never heard of, let alone possessed. However, it wasn't long before the twins' sight fell on a familiar face, "Brom!" The two both yelled in unison.
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Cricket; Invisibility.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Apr 2, 2018 0:12:31 GMT -6
It was supposed to be a normal day: wake up, open shop, make small talk with her regulars while crafting new things or something. Really, who would've known that--
ACHOO!
Oh--oh no. Not again.
Kiger frustratedly scraped the ice off the wall with a rough towel. How did this even happen? Yesterday things were completely fine, but today every little mishap was leaving frost on nearly everything she came in contact with. She didn't want to think so, but it was super very extremely hella annoying. Of all the blessings she could've gotten, and this one...
"I swear...Cascade didn't even talk to me last night," she muttered, mopping up a melting patch. "Surely if she had, I would remember. And in fact...I don't even talk to her, to begin with. Actually, I have never ever prayed to any god other than Kaia!" She viciously wrung out her towel in a rusty bucket and hung it up in a metal towel hanger behind the counter. When she turned to move the bucket, it left a wet, reddish-brown stain on the surface it was sitting on.
I need a new bucket too, she thought with a sigh. This one won't last much longer...
She quickly glanced around, checking to see if she missed any spots. The only thing she could notice was unsightly wet patches on the walls and floor--hopefully, they dry up quickly and not leave any room for mildew.
"You know, maybe today is a good day to go pray," she said aloud to herself.
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Kiger wakes up with Frost Manip
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Apr 7, 2018 17:21:20 GMT -6
Killian | Merchant (Switched Illusionist for Recognition)
Killian didn't know what was happening. Chances were, neither did the onlookers. The pegasus was standing rigid and stock still in the center of Skeldr town, eyes glazed over. He didn't hear the passerby's whispers or see the buildings around him.
Instead, Killian was trapped in a false reality, reliving the Bloody Flank's original raid on Skeldr town.
The merchant was like a ghost as he whirled around the vision, passing through horses and able to see things out of his vicinity. It was so overwhelming it took all Killian's might not to become nauseated by the amount of information he was absorbing. Not to mention the confusion he felt. Last time he checked, there was no raid happening in Skeldr? What was going on?
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Post by Waterdrup on Apr 8, 2018 4:48:16 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen tugged her muskox pelt closer to her body as she made her way over the snow covered cobblestones. It was a cold morning, the sky a faded colour of blue. The sun seemed to be trying, but its rays never quite reached the cold ground. No matter though, the young mare had gotten used to the harsh Winters of Onea. Her body was warm enough from her walk to Skeldr Town. Plus, she knew from previous visits that the hustle and bustle of bodies made the town itself a warmer place to be. So when her father had send her on some errands she had gladly accepted.
The shy mare felt a bit nervous as she entered Skeldr Town, but she loved the sights and smells. Her ears seemed to perk up automatically, picking up a voice. The mare came to a sudden halt. Her ears swivelling from left to right. “Did I just…” But that was impossible, there was no way she had just heard something. Gwen raised her hoof, planting it firmly on the stone ground, feeling it connect, but not hearing it. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and continued into the wakening town.
“-this early in the morning, I’m too old for this.” Gwen froze as she heard the voice, her head snapping up, eyes darting back and forth. To her right she spotted an elderly horse, glaring down at his cart, one of the wheels jammed between two cobblestones. She swallowed and stared at the stallion, seeing him mumble something, soundlessly. Utterly confused the mare kept staring, even when the stallion looked up and noticed her. “What the stones is she looking at.” The voice sounded angry, but his lips hadn’t moved.
Gwen’s lips parted and her eyes grew wide as her heart started to gallop. She could hear the old horse clear as day, but he hadn’t spoken, not really. “Am I… hearing thoughts?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 17:08:29 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ Cracking open her eyes ever so slowly, Esmae slowly lifted her head and glanced about. There was snow. Lots of it. That was the first thing she noticed. The second thing was that she was certainly nowhere near the Bunker. Parting her lips, she peered around with wide eyes. "Where am I..?" Her voice sounded quiet comparing to the whistling wind. It was strange, since when was that mountain so huge? Craning her neck, she tilted her head curiously as she peered up at the mountain. Surely, none of the vindicators would pull a prank such as this... right? Narrowing her golden eyes, she turned her head to the side and spotted a town. Skeldr Town, to be exact. Well, it wasn't far off from where she was. Maybe someone could help here there. Taking a step forward, she heard rustling from behind her. Flicking her ears behind her, she turned around and let out a gasp. Scrambling back with wide eyes, Esmae stared down onto... herself? Wh-What was happening? This couldn't be real, could it? She was laying on the ground on her side, almost peacefully by the looks of it. Hesitantly, she took a step forward. Lifting her hoof, she gently nudged her shoulder with wariness. Her physical body roused at the phantom touch and the bitter chill, blinking her eyes open. There was no doubt about it. It was really her. From her appearance all the way down to her habits by the looks of it. Her body turned her head to peer up at her astral form, taking a moment of realization before she bolted to her hooves. A yell escaped her, well, her physical form as she stumbled back in fright. At least she wasn't the only one that was frightened. Now, there were only two of hers. An outstretched moment passed between them, their hooves locked in place as there were their eyes. "H-How..?" How could this happen? They spoke in unison, a small stutter in their words. Pure and utter shock was evident on both of their faces, their pupils dilated. Exactly the same. It was eerie from the exact likeness of it. Studying each other carefully, they attempted to differentiate themselves. Her astral form wasn't exactly solid while flecked with small bits of light, unable to feel the cold chill that swept across the two. However, her physical form was another matter. With goosebumps running along her coat and snow flurries landing upon her mane, it was slightly easier to figure which was which. As they busied themselves in a train of thought, the silence between them remained tense. Was it duplication? Or perhaps, illusion? But, since when did she acquired a blessing? Surely, if such a thing would've happened, you would've believed you would remember it. Finally, her astral form broke the silence. "Could I?" Jerking her chin forward in her direction, she gestured to her physical body.
Esmae tilted her head in confusion, furrowing her brow."What?" Glancing down at herself, she looked back to her projection. It seemed she still retained the same thick headedness even without her projection. "Return to my body- well, you, I suppose." Not that she knew exactly how it worked. Could she even return to her body in the first place? Oh hells, what if she was stuck like this forever? Left to wander Hireath without a body and wither away? No way in hell that was going to happen.
Thankfully, her physical self gave a one shouldered shrug with a nod of agreement,"I mean, you could try? I think I would like my.. soul back?" A small puff of air escaped her projection at the term, soul. Was she really a soul? Only the gods knew.
With slow movement, her astral self stepped forward and touched her muzzle with her forehead. Nothing. They stayed still for a couple moments with their eyes closed, waiting for a reaction that would never come. They both exhaled a dishearten huff, pulling away in sync. After all, they both had the same mindset and personality. It was only like having a twin, but worse. Cracking open their eyes, they stared at each other blatantly before deciding it was definitely worse.
The situation was absurd, not to mention utterly silly. Besides, what were they supposed to do anyway? Wait... they were on the outskirts of a town, right? Turning their heads in unison, their gazes landed upon Skeldr Town. Maybe she- or they could find some help there.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Apr 9, 2018 0:25:19 GMT -6
Froya | Valkyrie
Froya stood stoic in the stone hall, surrounded by scouts, shields, and some fellow Valkyries. Her ears were perked forward, attentive and capturing every word and slight sway in Hira’s address. Clarke stood beside her, their forms perhaps an inch apart, and she could feel every shift in her stance. An ear swiveled and was quickly followed by a glance to observe her.
The mule wasn’t even looking at Hira, her eyes were elsewhere with an unseeing, dreamlike gaze. Froya suppressed the urge to snort in minor frustration. She was the previous Breiman ambassador and soon to be Aodhian ambassador! She needed to know what was said in this address. Hira’s word took a focus on the latest affairs, the mysterious swapping of blessings, and a thought crossed Froya’s mind. Kaia’s blessing of shapeshifting had recently melted away to telekinesis for Froya … and she could use it now to bring Clarke back into focus.
She flashed a thought at the mule, something she couldn’t ignore and something that would make her want to pay attention. Immediately after doing so, her own attention shifted back to Hira.
“Pay attention.”
She said under her breath to Clarke, who had froze up with a shutter and inhaled through her nostrils sharply upon receiving the idea Froya plastered in her mind. Give a slight rear, causing nearby listeners to shoot quiet, annoyed glances, Clarke hissed a little to loudly into Froya’s ear.
“Only if I get some of that later.”
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