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The Spanish Inquisition

The Spanish Inquisition

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Writing a story, novel or whatever? Choose a character from it and Roleplay with him/her here!

A few rules:

1. It has to be your own charrie. You can't steal a charrie from something else.
2. Be literate (Lyk no 1337 speech). Or else.
3. You can have multiple charries, just mention if you switch voices.
4. Plot: Charcters from your stories have mysteriously and unexplainedly beent transported to a large room with a banquet table full of food.
5. Introduce your charrie first.
6. Don't ask: just join.


Starting...NOW:

Name: Ivan
Gender: Male
Appearence: Boney. And Grey-haired. His green eyes are sunken into his face. When he smiles (which is rarely), he show cracked and broken yellow teeth. His face is torn with scars and bruises. He is wearing a filthy and torn black suit-coat. The white shirt underneath is brown now. His tie is nothing by a mass of tangled loose strings, and his pants are torn at the knees. He has no shoes.
Possesions/weapons: An unloaded pistol, which he refuses to explain the origin of.

Ivan: What the *bleep* am I doing here? *looks around* Hmm. I seem to be alone for one. Good. No stupid people asking questions. No stupid elves beating me. *limps to banquet table* S'pose no-one'll mind if I take a bite. I'll fight 'em off if they do mind. *takes a slice of pie* This is a strange place. It's set up for a feast, but nobody's here. Not even servants. Probably and elf's trick. This is probably poisoned. *looks at pie* Ah, to heck with it. Don't care if it is poisoned. Perhaps in death I'll be at peace. *shrugs and sits down at the table*
 
Raj
six
trouble maker
leo
younger brother.

*is lost*
YAwwwn. Soni di, i'm.....*looks around* *starts to whine*
Wwwwwhere's my ssssitttterrrr.
who are you? * kicks Ivan*
I want my SISTER!! I WANT MY SISTER!

*throws a tantrum*
 
Ivan: *pulls out pistol and points it at kid*
Where the *bleep* did you come from? Darn, I thought I was alone here. Stop that crying, unless you really want get hurt. Here, have a cookie. *hands kid a cookie*. Now go away. *to himself*: I really hate kids.
 
If you weren't a kid, you'd be dead on the floor in a puddle of blood. How the *bleep* should I know where we are? I'll I know is that there's food. And until you got here, I was pleasantly alone. Now, look. Don't wander off. As long as you're here, you might as well stick with me. I believe I could keep you safe from whatever is out there, because something has to be. As for your sister...I don't know. So sit down *pats seat next to him*, shut up, and eat. I'll think of something.
If this place had a bathroom and a bed, it'd be perfect. Ah, *bleep*, it doesn't matter. I've waited about 60 years to sleep in a bed and use a toilet that flushes, a little while longer won't hurt. *shrugs and takes a bite of a turkey leg*
 
Entering the room so silently that he goes unnoticed until he is ready to pounce, comes Mo'ajin, the warrior of Yai-Kuan, who goes by the nickname "Wild Boar Who Tramples On Dragons." He looks like the Chinese actor Samo Hung; and like Samo Hung, he only _looks_ fat; actually, it's all muscle.

Seizing Ivan in an unbreakable grip with one hand, he takes away Ivan's pistol with the other hand. Crushing the weapon into unusable scrap metal with his bare fingers, he remarks: "I don't object to firearms ownership for self-defense, though firearms don't exist in my native world; but I do object to threatening children. Behave yourself;" and then he hurls Ivan like a pillow across the room. Ivan bounces off the wall so hard that he flies back through the air--to be caught like a football by Master Mo'ajin and held three feet off the floor. "As soon as I leave, you doubtless will pretend that this never happened; but you will _remember_ that not everyone is impressed by your cynical tough-guy act."

With that, Mo'ajin unceremoniously drops Ivan, leaps out the nearest window, and is gone...for now.
 
"Stupid #@$*" Ivan crawls toward the crushed weapon, "It's not even loaded. I couldn't shoot somone if I wanted to," He picks it up with trembling hands, feeling its every ridge and split.
I needed this. This was a part of me, almost. He looks up at the kid, who's staring at him blankly, but says nothing.
"Cynical tough-guy act," he grumbles, "Heck, that 'tough-guy act' kept me alive." I had to be fierce. I had to kill, he thinks, still glaring at the kid. Don't take it out on him, he warns himself, he's done nothing wrong. He tries to stuff the pistol back in its holster, but it doesn't fit. Instead, he stuffs it in the pocket that does not have a hole in it. Why am I so sentimental that I need to keep this with me? It's because of Bram, isn't it.
"Well, he's dead now," he says out loud, "And I have to keep this," he pulls out the mangled weapon.
"They don't even make ammunition for it anymore, where I'm from. It's outdated. And I used the last bullet ages ago," He winks nastily at the kid.
 
Into the room comes another character from the totally original writings of Joseph Ravitts: a young red-haired girl named Marsudel, nicknamed Mistress Telltrue.

"It is not toughness which is wrong," she tells him. "What is wrong is the _misdirecting_ of toughness to oppress the innocent. Kefranic, the soldier who died protecting me from the Walking Serpent, was as tough as they come; he fought on though he was set on fire, not succumbing to death until my safety was assured. But _his_ toughness was in the service of love, and he now enjoys his reward in the place of everlasting love."

Then, without looking where she points, Marsudel points at one particular dish on the table, saying, "_That_ dish is undercooked and not safe to eat. Everything else on the table is all right." She helps herself to some food and drink, then says goodbye...for now.
 
"Love, huh? The only one I ever felt affection for croaked," Ivan shrugs and takes a bit of pumpkin pie.
"This is not going to turn into some sobby emotional thing. We need to get out of here. Where are these people comming from?" He looks for windows and a door, but finds none.
"Maybe I'm dead. And this is Hell. It can't be Heaven. I certainly wouldn't end up being One of the Stars. Like Bram," he speaks the mans name with scorn and sorrow.
"Love. I had no-one to love but myself. No-one to save but me. Am I supposed to let my enemies run all over me? They would've killed me. I feel no remorse for them. I killed them with these hands." He wiggles his fingers at the kid, "These hands and nothing more. I've only ever killed one person with the pistol. One bullet for one person." he lets his voice trail off and stops rambling. This was turning out to be a strange day.
 
Lisbeth sat up and rubbed the back of her head. "Ouch! How on earth did I get here?" She said. "One moment I was...... Oh dear......" her voice trailed off as she looked around her. She backed up into the shadows and hoped that no one had seen her. She was rather timid for a fifteen year old.
 
Ivan barely looks up as Lisbeth comes in.
"Hey," he grumbles, "Where are you from?" Making conversation was the polite thing to do, and he might as well be somewhat approachable.
 
Lisbeth looked at them. "Did, did they catch you too?" She asked. I knew that he was cruel, but I didn't know that he locked up little boys, too. Unless....." her voice trailed off.
 
Veragoe, Meridia and Jade thumped to the ground.
"Bloody! What on-" Jade said as she looked around.
"Lucky for us there was a pillow," Veragoe said.
"For you maybe," Meridia muttered.
"Where are we?"

The three girls looked around the room and saw people there.

"Hi?" Veragoe said,.
"They're dressed weird," Jade commented to Meridia.
 
Lisbeth looked at the new girls in surprise. "Darron, if this is your doing," she muttered under her breath. To the girls she said, "Hello, and who are you?"
 
Lady of Narnia said:
Lisbeth looked at the new girls in surprise. "Darron, if this is your doing," she muttered under her breath. To the girls she said, "Hello, and who are you?"
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"I am Princess Veragoe Anellise` Torra of the planet Thema."
Meridia rolled her eyes at Veragoe, "Call her Verra. I'm Meridia Colapas."
"Jade, Jade Cli Tiess."
All three stuck their hands out for her to shake.
 
dayhawk68 said:
"I am Princess Veragoe Anellise` Torra of the planet Thema."
Meridia rolled her eyes at Veragoe, "Call her Verra. I'm Meridia Colapas."
"Jade, Jade Cli Tiess."
All three stuck their hands out for her to shake.
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Lisbeth shook their hands in turn and then asked, "How did you get here, do you know?" She glanced at Raj who was asleep. "Poor boy," she thought.
 
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