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Here’s a poster for the Spectator Entry of AATRV!
Duck Da Vanci and his character Gale Wings Vanci were included in it.
More info about AATRV can be found here!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Quick messy environment practice/studies.
Alcor walked towards the pillar, which had been firmly fixed into the center of the rough stone floor of the cavern. Amelie and Quinn watched on in gruesome fascination, wondering again what they had paid in order to win a time wish. Thoughts of destruction, of demon fire burning through towns and fields and tearing people apart, of what California had become, these thoughts raced through the pair’s minds.
Amelie looked to the shorter contestant, and when they looked up back at her, she knew that Quinn had just as much fear as she did. They clasped their hands together, mimicking their final stand at the starfield.
As Alcor reached towards whatever prize awaited him on the pedestal, Amelie squeezed Quinn’s hand in a reassuring gesture. She had wished to be able to save people, and if the situation turned sour, Amelie wanted to be prepared to save the first person she could.With fear in their hearts, they both watched as Alcor turned around.
“Well how do I look?”
Passing Time
“So hey,” Lyonel asked, somewhere around an hour or two in. “What’s up with the whole crazy echo-y voice thing?”
Scars
Thalia let out a low whistle.
“Nasty place.” Someone behind her muttered, and she couldn’t help but agree. While the thick tree trunks looked as inviting as any forest could, there was a deadly magic in the air even she could sense. Pine needles and bookshelves alike loomed over their small group of, for lack of a better term, sore losers.
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Long Nights: Michael (Not) Alone in the Forest
Felt the need to continue the story, and also to answer what happens to the world once it’s left. Anyway this continues from Zee’s Round 2, explaining what happens to Michael, might make some more once inspiration hits me again.
Spectator Entry: Continuing from Zee’s Round 2: Link
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Michael felt the electricity hit him from the back, knocking him forwards, his joints seizing up and falling face first onto the ground. The pain dulled by his stone skin, he tried to move his arms but they were non-responsive.
“Come on, come on.” He felt the steps of the Woodsman’s form making the ground shake, when it suddenly stopped near him, the creak of wood and bone slowly rising above him. Michael struggling grew more intense, this was not how he ended, not now. With a final shove he managed to turn himself face up and looked straight up at the monstrosity above him, a furious visage of branches, limbs and fire was what he saw, a huge sharp axe held in one of it’s hands, slowly rising. Michael felt that he should be having flashbacks at this point, maybe some form of epiphany about his life, but really he just felt panic and anger.
Then he heard the electricity again, looking up he saw Zee’s arms raised, electricity flying out towards the Woodsman, it struck the Woodsman, coursing through the metal axe and hitting it in various points along it’s body. The Woodsman roared and turned it’s attention to Zee, who fell back through the gate. Taking this chance Michael rolled over and pushed himself up on unsteady legs, and stumbled away from the giant angered librarian.
He stumbled along in a daze taking any path that he found, trying to gain enough distance from himself and the Woodsman. Finally he collapsed on the side of the path, breathing heavily and his head aching from the adrenaline, or whatever equivalent his body produced. As his body calmed down from the exertion he began to notice that the labyrinth had begun to change; it had gotten darker and the ever-present mist seemed to grow thicker. It had been fairly dark before but it had been more akin to an overcast day, now it seemed that a storm was brewing and a pretty bad one at that. Groggily standing up, Michael looked back at where he had come from before proceeding forwards towards the fog.
The forest felt different, more chaotic, the trees had begun to grow farther apart while the paths began to meld into the undergrowth. The signs above the forest floor were still hanging above him though, but their messages seemed to become more nonsensical the further he went on, before finally they began to be written in an unrecognizable script.
He heard a small murmur to the side, almost thinking it had been his imagination before he began to hear more voices, murmuring quietly in the background, their exact words indistinguishable. Nervous and feeling the forest growing more oppressive by the minute, Michael slowly extracted the knife from his belt.
…who… what… alone?… not right… empty…
Michael slowly scanned his surrounding trying to find where the voices were coming from, the sky was starting to grow darker, he’d soon need some light.
…leave… escape… return to sender… cheese… cheese?…what kind? … shut up…
HE COMES
Suddenly the wind picked up and the trees swayed with the roar of shaking leaves and branches, followed by the distinct but still distant roar of a very angry creature. Somewhere between man and beast the cry ran across the forest. And the panicked skittering began. With urgency Michael brought out a flashlight from one of his pouches and shone it forwards. Hundreds of spiders moved in unison, moving in a swarm away from the source of the roar, Michael shone the light around seeing spiders of all sizes, from the size of tarantulas all the way to small dogs, all moving with a single mind, pointing the light downwards he saw they were actively avoiding going around where he stood. He didn’t dare shine the light above him, but he slowly forced himself to look up.
Perched above him stood Eight of the largest Arachnids he had ever seen, and they all eyed him with a strangely human level of wariness. The largest, the size of small car, hung from several trees, it’s webs holding its massive girth in place above the rushing swarm. It eyed him with a hint of curiosity.
Michael held his knife at his side, making sure it was visible to the spiders.
You are of the Blood of the Stone, from the Shattered sea.
“What?”
From the land of the bear?
“You mean California?”
Yes, we have seen you enter this realm, sent by the Bender of Dreams with promises of fulfilled dreams.
“Who or what are you?”
Explorers… in the further regions of experience. Demons to some, angels to others.
“…”
We are the travellers between realms. We are… Let us do away with the omniscient spirit spiel as it isn’t working with you so we’ll cut to the root of the matter since we are short on time.
The large spider lowered itself in front of Michael, who held his knife in front of himself.
I am Metatron, Broodmother and Keeper of Knowledge. And these.
She held up her front legs sweeping around her. The skittering stopped, and Michael turned his light slightly to see what had happened, the smaller spiders had stopped to look at Metatron, raising their front legs in response.
…Are my children.
Michael, looked back at the large spider and slowly realized, that this was far from ideal and that having several thousand sets of eight eyes staring in his direction was an experience he didn’t care to repeat.
“Okaaaay… and what do you want?”
We are in a rather pernicious situation, this world is beginning to become unravelled at the seams and we do not wish to be present for when it returns to the chaotic miasma of its birth.
“And that has to do with me in what way?” Michael held the knife firmly in front of him, poised to strike at the first sign that any of the swarm made any move at him, he’d probably survive, for a couple minutes maybe.
You appear to be in a similar predicament, the portals have closed for you as well, so we wish to strike a deal. Help us reach our destination and we will help you in turn, return from whence you came.
“And what do you need me for? You’re a more than a thousand strong in number?”
We are many, I would dare say we are legion, but we are … how would you bipeds say? Scholars, we are scholars, we are driven in our search for knowledge, for truth beyond the veil, and in our quest we may have squandered our more … animalistic tendencies.
“You’re afraid of that Thing. The one with the axe, the Librarian.”
Yes, the Librarian, a reasonable facsimile of a much more terrifying and destructive creature, which the Bender of Dreams has allowed one of his favoured souls to create. We have strived to avoid him at every opportunity, he does not like us. We are… rather overzealous in our research. But now it is worse, as the world grows more undone, it’s mind begins to unwind and grow more unhinged.
As if to respond to that comment another roar resounded across the darkness, followed by the sound of thunder. The ground began to shake as small cracks began to form across it.
“The hell is it doing?”
Going insane, most probably.
“Okay you have my interest what do you want me to do?”
Keep it busy as we get the rest of my children across a portal.
“And what’s going to keep you from just leaving me here?”
We don’t have a lot of time, so right now you are going to have to rely on the goodwill of a worried mother.
“That’s not a lot to go on.”
Do you have a better option?
Alex's No-Good, Terrible, Very Bad Deal
I may have played it fast and loose with a few rules here and there, but this is all technically alright. Like they said, none of this pertains to Canon, and I left it vague enough that it only concerns the canon of Alex, the only canon I have control of.
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“Wake up, square! Hah! Classic shape humor!”
Alex groaned as consciousness came back to him, pushing himself up. He couldn’t exactly remember what knocked him out. He may have gotten a face full of dog rainbow laser or something insane like that. It had all happened so quickly. The cult, Alcor, Mizar. Hell, he probably burnt down whatever bridge he had with Amelie.
The weird thing was, he could vividly remember a weird acid dream involving giant sexy ginger men with horns.
“There we go! Wake up and smell the Mindscape! I’d take a wiff too, if I had a nose. I might have to borrow yours sometime, but that’s beside the point.”
Alex looked up at the source of the annoying voice and fell back to the floor with a scream.
At first glance, it seemed like a floating hexagon, something he was already apprehensive of. However, upon closer inspection, it seemed to have small, pencil length limbs. It had an eye that was shaped like a sideways D. It also had two weird, bushy lines under the eye, as if it were a mustache, which moved when he talked.
“What the Hell are you?!” Alex exclaimed, pushing away from it.
“Look, I get you might be a little fidgety. Most humans are around my kind of people. We’re a dying race. You might not be as used to us as you humans are to all the other supernatural stuff. Well, actually, you humans are very involved with one of my kind, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”
In his panic, Alex noticed that the shape had a familiar hat on it’s head.
“Wait…” Alex said, his natural curiosity overtaking his fear. “Isn’t that the hat I bargain with Alcor?”
The Shape extended a hand. “Name’s Codex. I wanted this to go smoother, but I guess I’ll have to rush the schedule since you screwed up big-time.”
Alex hesitantly took the hand. “My name’s Alex. Alex-”
“I already know who you are, kid. I am you.”
“…What.” Alex said, having trouble comprehending what was being said, but finding himself slowly gain a strange understanding of the situation.
“To make an overly complicated story short, I was a dream demon, I died during the Transcendence, and my soul was reincarnated into you. I’m only able to contact you here in the Mind Scape because I still have some pull here. So, yeah, we are sort of the same. Not identical, but same enough that my powers have some attraction to you.”
“…The Staff.” Alex said, realizing what the demon was saying.
“Exactly! That’s why you were drawn to it! And now we gotta get it back, alongside my fabulous hat! We’ll have to try and outwit Alcor, so put on your thinking cap, smarty-pants, cause we’re out-matched here.”
“I’m pretty sure I can handle this.” Alex replied confidently, agreeing with Codex.
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“Why the hell did I think this was a good idea?” Alex asked.
“Why the hell are you so incompetent?” Codex retorted.
“This was your idea!” Alex countered.
“The concept was my idea; the execution was all you!” Codex retorted.
“If you two don’t stop shouting at each other, I will shove one of you inside of the other.” Alcor said, holding the two in a psychic lock above the ground. “You’re lucky I just started the third round. Otherwise, I would have made an example out of you to the other contestants.”
“Did Amelie make it?” Alex asked.
“Ohh, look at me, I’m Alex Locke and I’m asking about the only girl I’ve talked to in months that I have a chance at boning!” Codex retorted.
“You are such a little shit!” Alex replied. “Why did I even think of helping you out?”
“Because he was low-key mind-controlling you.” Alcor replied. “It’s something I’ve been concerned about with demonic reincarnations before, but honestly, the other cases I can think of were much more concerning than a bogger like Codex.”
“Don’t call me a booger! I’m the main reason you put Alex in this whole thing!” Codex exclaimed.
“You were mind controlling me?!” Alex exclaimed.
“Forgive your master…” Codex firmly said.
“Yeah, I cut those puppet strings, so that’s not gonna work.” Alcor said to Alex. “Do you know what he was going to do? If you had won this thing, he would have slowly taken over your mind, eventually erasing Alex Locke and taking over your identity. He would have even gotten me to go along with it, since I would have wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing with the powers of a dream demon. Stupid, right?”
“Remind me to send Amelie a fruit basket or something.” Alex said to himself.
“Or something indeed.” Codex commented.
“Can we get him a muzzle or something?” Alex asked.
“Alex.” Alcor said. “I actually do want to talk to you, now that you’re here. You see, I’m always looking for people to make the lives of who make the lives of others hellish. At least, I’m looking for those kinds of people during my moments of pure and complete sanity. The whole demon thing really makes it hard. Codex over there knows what I’m talking about, right?”
“Actually, you just sucked from an extremely bipolar nipple.” Codex replied.
“That’s just gross.” Alex replied. “And, quite frankly, confusing. What is he talking about?”
“Oh, right! You’re human! You don’t know that Alcor is actually I just forgot what I was going to say what did you do to me.” Codex said in one flowing train of thought. A bubble suddenly formed around him, and Alex and Alcor could no longer hear what the shape had to say.
“Setting up a compromise. You just know a bit too much to make it work. Luckily, since we are in my domain, I could change that.” Alcor replied.
“What does any of this have to do with me?” Alex asked.
“You may not have won the tournament, but I am going to offer you a deal. When you get back home, you will be offered a position as a supernatural expert and Theatre Arts professor at the Gravity Falls University. You will take that position.”
“Sounds like something I was already planning on doing when I got older.” Alex replied.
“You aren’t exactly young, Mr.Locke.”
“Well, neither are you.” Alex replied. This produced a laugh from Alcor, which disturbed Alex enough that he had wish he hadn’t made the joke in the first place.
“You will also be getting the Staff back, along with any additional powers I grant you that the staff would have granted you regardless.”
“Sounds too good to be true.” Alex said. “What’s the catch?”
“One of the catches is you’ll have to use it. The city is dear to me, and often attracts those who misunderstand what it is I stand for. You met some people like that when we first met.” Alcor continued.
“Crazy Alcor cultists.” Alex said. “My sophomore year roommate became one, last I heard.”
“I need you to keep the streets safe and protect the community from any threats.” Alcor said.
“…Are you saying you want me to stop being a treasure hunter and basically become an on-retainer super hero for you?” Alex asked.
“Hey, it needed to be something you would be unhappy with.” Alcor shrugged.
“What makes you think I’ll take the deal?” Alex asked.
“Because I know, deep down, your actually a good person, and even deeper down, this is something you want to do, and, even deeper down then that, you’re a lonely person who just wants to settle down and make a life for himself, and at you're deepest, you’re always thinking of death, but that’s just a human thing." Alcor said. "So, what do you say, Alex?”
“I mean, that sounds rough, but it could be worse.” Alex said. He noticed the look on Alcor’s face. “Oh. What else?”
“I do have to punish you for trying to pull a fast one on me.” Alcor said. “But I think I figured out the perfect way to do that. Tell me, Alex, are you familiar with the term ‘familiar’?…Not the word-word, but the noun. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know. They’re like little creatures that follow you around.” Alex replied. “What are you planning?”
Alcor looked at Alex.
Alcor looked at Codex.
Codex looked at Alcor.
Alex looked at Codex.
Codex looked at Alex.
Alex looked at Alcor.
“Oh fuck me.”
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“Oh, for Alcor’s sake, are you going to call her or not?!”
Codex was hovering around Alex as he toyed with the phone in his hands. His legs were up on his desk, feet planted firmly on top of some of the scripts students had submitted to the student theatre festival. The one he was using as a foot rest happened to be a particularly bad adaptation of a Twin Souls self-insert fanfiction.
“Sorry I don’t know how to start this sort of conversation, and I somehow doubt a neutered dream demon would know any better.” Alex replied.
“Aren’t you supposed to be good at this sort of thing? You were swimming in it when you were a treasure hunter!” Codex exclaimed.
“Well, that was…different.” Alex replied. “This is more of a…status report. I just need to know.
“Need to know what? You already know everything about me. I was like the big mystery in your life you needed to solve.” Codex said.
“Yeah, and I probably should have learned some mysteries are better left unsolved.” Alex replied. “But this is different. It’s not about me.”
“Really? Than what’s this all about?” Codex asked.
“I just…want to make sure I have some friends, now that I’ve settled down.”
“And fight crime at night.” Codex added.
“That is pretty cool.” Alex admitted. “Still, I just want to know.”
A pause.
“…Can you show me?” Codex sang softly.
“SOMETHING FAMILIAR ABOUT THESE STRANGERS LIKE ME!” Alex belted.
One Phil Collins music jam and annoyed neighboring professor later, Alex and his familiar returned to their conversation.
“Settling down really mellowed your testosterone.” Codex commented. “You’ve gotten more theatre-y.”
“I beat up criminals nightly.” Alex commented.
“You listen to showtunes when you prep.” Codex replied.
“Hey, My Shot is the greatest pump-up song I have ever heard, and I can’t help if I know it word for word!”
“You played Burr in that show, who’s like the second main character.” Codex commented.
“And I’m still salty about it.” Alex said. “Do you think I could get away with having the university put on a production of Hamilton that I could star in?”
“My common sense says that the Theatre program is for students only, but the demon in me says it couldn’t hurt to try!” Codex replied.
Alex smirked to himself, then looked back at the phone in his hands. He started dialing.
“You know, with my luck, she might not even be-”
“Hello?”
“Hi, Amelie. It’s Alex.”
How Elpenor gained +1 stalker
(I’ll be honest I’ve been sitting on this awhile because I didn’t want to be the first to make a spectator entry. I haven’t included much since I don’t want to be using characters if they already have plans, hahahaha….a short into to the actual spectating!)
“Can’t sing if you can’t speak, can you?”
The words hurt almost as much as the horrid claw in his face. His throat attacked, the only weapon he had now that his crossbow had been dropped, stolen! He wasn’t dead yet but was left clutching his throat and jaw with the claw removed. Motionless, useless!
He should counter attack. He’d be caught off guard. That never would have happened if he’d not been alone. A team was everything, he’d approached the wrong way…
“…your brain. You’ll bleed a lot, probably pass out, but you won’t die. Trust me, I’m good at hurting people.”
Brain? What? The other man was bragging about- Darren’s world lurched as he slumped to the side, legs no longer up to the task to keep him standing upright. There was more pain but it was nothing, nothing to the pain radiating from his head as everything started to make less sense. His fins lashed back instinctively but did little to convince the bush to back off any more than his scaled skin did.
“Too easily manipulated”
This the bleeding man understands. Eve said it often. He forces himself to focus and glares at the Neph, trying to figure out what went wrong. More importantly, he has his crossbow. It’s still loaded and Darren was too trusting to enchant it to only fire for its owner. Why would he fire? He was dried up, bleeding out, finished!
The agony in his knee lets him know quickly that his wordless plea of mercy and confusion was ignored. Elpenor keeps talking, lurching forward like some sort of deranged bird to Darren’s blood loss addled mind.
He’s so close, taunting. Knowing he has nothing to fear. “My friends Ben and Sasha? I killed them. So if you think I’m going to use that time wish for anyone but myself…”
This Darren can make sense of. He’d been fooled, tricked. Again. He’d felt sorry for the Neph, and he…murdered his own friends. Fury burned in his throat (or was that the wound?) and he tried to move, stop this killer from ever getting close to something as powerful as a time wish.
This attempt did nothing but finally knock the bleeding man out cold before even a twitch made it through to his legs.
Darren thought he was dead. His eyes were open but there was nothing. Just grey. No ground, no sky.
A look to the left made him revise this. One of those dratted snakes was there like some sort of deranged parting gift. At least the pain had stopped, although he could still see blood oozing downwards and he didn’t dare risk speaking with that wound still there.
“Well couldn’t expect too much from such a soft hearted fool. I was hoping to see more hilarious accidental murder of your competitors. Too bad.” The demon appeared with a flash and a large shrug.
Darren only stared at the remark before pointing at his still bleeding throat.
“I didn’t heal the winners, why would I heal the bodiless losers? Honestly! You want to be healed, you go back home. You want to lurk around then you get to keep your little makeover.” The demon looked rather indignant that he had to explain this. Or was he more upset that Darren had just shrugged at the remarks? “You can get home yourself, I don’t have time to keep track of all the failed potential.” With a loud crack the bat winged demon vanished, leaving Darren rather confused.
It wasn’t like he could say anything to amuse the demon right now anyway. At first Darren wanted to let go of the mindscape, get home. Back to his team, to plan. However…what the demon said implied some rather important information. He could stay, watch who was left.
Learn who the big players were, find out all he could. If the winner of the time wish was…less than moral he could get back, get his friends together. Maybe stop something bad if they held on to the wish instead of using it the instant they had it.
Find out who Elpenor was. Make sure he got justice for murdering his own friends. He knew the anger he was feeling towards the man at the moment was unhealthy, but he’d been stabbed through the throat by someone who bragged about how they’d be greedy, how they had no intention of helping anyone at all.
He felt he could feel a bit of indignant rage. Maybe a proper counselling session could straighten the Neph out but right about now he wanted him tossed in a prison. Maybe two prisons. At the same time.
Perhaps some of the other losers could be of help? The grey had snapped back to a clearing with Alcor’s huffy departure. A frustrated grab at the ‘friend murderer’ proved not only could he do nothing but the winners had no idea he was there, so the losers were the only option for now. Although the blood running down his front made him look far more monstrous than the one he was insistently following.