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Underlands RP!!!
Underlands RP!!!
It's you first day of school in Canyon City. You hear the trees rustling, the birds singing, and as you are leaving your house, you say bye to your parents, grab a map and leave the house. You're waking down the road, going over the mental list of things you need, and looking at your map. Suddenly, a hole opens up beneath you. You tumble into the blackness below.
You wake up in a bustling building. Where are you? A skeleton sitting at a desk in the center of the building greets you.
"Welcome, newly deseased, to the Underlands!"
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This is basicly an RP where you and all of the people who have just moved to Canyon City are dead, and you have to find out who killed you and why. But there is a problem. You are unauthorized to leave the Underlands. So you will have to work it out from down there. You have the coice to be:
1) A skeleton (only 3)
2) A zombie (only 3)
3) A ghost (only 2)
4) A (object) spirit (only 3)
5) Something else I haven't thought of! (only 4)
You all begin in the hall of records, but the other areas are:
1) The Snowlands (Snowy Tundra)
2) The Wastelands (Baron Desert with Lava Geysers)
3) The Castlelands (Old castle ruins)
4) The Junglelands (Jungles. Duh.)
5) The Cavelands (Massive Cave System)
Here's the Charrie sheet!
Name:
Age (12-18):
Species:
Appearance:
Personality:
Special Power (Must be related to the Species):
Must See Underland (Which one they most want to see) :
Other:
I will post my charrie after the first person posts.
Have Fun! (I know I will)
and see you in...
THE UNDERLANDS
submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Nexus of All Reality!
(January 21, 2017 - 5:42 pm)
(January 21, 2017 - 5:42 pm)
Ok, so I know everyone wants to meet Sans, but He's only going to appear, like twice. Instead, How about Winds takes Siri to the waiting room where he THINKS Sans is, but it turns out he took a break at Frost's (Sno Cone buffet). The Siri meets Stan, who just happens to have Sans' phone number. Also remember that this is not UNDERTALE RP, although I could make it so, it is Underlands. They're different, and I'm sorry but the only undertale characters you will meet are Sans and Papyrus. Ok? Ok.
(February 6, 2017 - 4:30 pm)
*It's the wrong TOP song, oh the wrong TOP song! We're very very sorry that we got it wrong!
*just imagine a blue top sign.
(February 8, 2017 - 8:59 pm)
You cannot give up just yet!
Underlands RP!
Stay determined!
(February 10, 2017 - 7:04 am)
This Fight is not over!
RP!
Saty Determined!
(February 11, 2017 - 9:23 am)
It cannot end now!
~Cheyenne~
"Who - what - what is this place?!"
"Didn't I just tell you? It's the Underlands!" the skeleton replies, amicably. "Now, how did you die? Judging by your head wound, I'd guess blunt force trauma, or else a Direct Access."
"What the heck is a direct access?"
"It's when you...fall, for lack of a better word. Not just an ordinary fall. Direct Access is when the Underlands decide to bring you here, and they...do it in the simplest way possible."
Confusing, but I think I might know what he's talking about. "I...yeah, that sounds like what happened. Big random hole in the ground, right?"
"Yes, usually." He marks something on a paper on the desk in front of him. "Now that's out of the way, introductions, yes? My name is Franklin Gothic, but you can call me Frank. Everyone does." He holds out a hand to shake. After a moment's hesitation, I take it.
There isn't a whoopee cushion. For some reason, that strikes me as odd.
"Cheyenne. Cheyenne MacDougal. And I'm sorry, but I'm still really confused."
Frank's smile turns rueful. "Most are, to begin with. I'd start by looking in a mirror. Then once you've gotten over that shock, you can go and meet some of the other-" A phone I hadn't noticed before on the desk rings. Frank tells me to hold on for a moment and answers it.
"Hello, desk 32-A, Franklin speaking?...Yes...Alright, alright, I'm about to get off shift, just...Since when did Sans ever call in his reports on time?!...Golly, you're right. There have been a lot lately, haven't there?...Underlands must be getting antsy or something...No, yes, of course...Western thoroughfare. Got it. Seeya."
He hangs up and turns back to me. "Sorry about that. I'm supposed to send you west, that way-" he points one bony finger toward a humongous archway in the wall to my left- "as soon as you're ready to go on. Take as long as you need, though, there's no rush. I'm off to lunch, but there'll be someone else here in a minute or two. Have a nice day!" He leaves, whistling a tune I think I recognize from one of Josh's video games but can't quite place.
I sigh and head for the door Frank showed me. On the way there, I notice another weird thing: there seem to be random objects floating in midair all over the place, some of them moving of their own accord. I see a hair dryer, a rather awful Surrealist painting, a dishrag, a flat-screen TV showing a picture of a girl looking lost, a single blue sneaker, a water bottle, a book whose title changes constantly, and a poufy armchair before I spot what I'm looking for: a full-length wall mirror. I walk up to it, not really expecting anything different.
Except that there is.
I've lived in the desert all my life. My skin is usually tan. Here, it's almost creepily pale in the ambient half-light. And my eyes...they were green as recently as this morning when I brushed my teeth, but now they're crimson. I put a hand to the back of my head; it comes away smeared with blood. I compare the color, and find that it matches my eyes perfectly.
What. The. Flip.
I jerk away from the mirror, half-opening my mouth in surprise- and wouldn't you just know it? I apparently have fangs too. An inch or so long, whiter even than my skin, razor-sharp. On a whim, I bare my teeth at myself in the mirror. The effect is thoroughly terrifying.
"Yikes!" says the mirror. "Watch where you're pointing those pearly whites, missy!" It turns around and zips away.
(February 11, 2017 - 12:42 pm)
~Siri
"What in New Home?" I ask, nervously eying the pale girl's fangs. Honestly, I hadn't noticed the mirror until she walked in.
She turns to me, seeming surprised. "Who said that?"
"Me," I say, raising my hand. "You know, the 40" television." I wave my hands around, being as silly as I can to get her attention. "But I'm going to leave soon because I have a skele named Trade Winds waiting for me."
I float out, imgining the look on her face.
LIKE, TWENTY SECONDS LATER...........
Winds is wainting outside for me. "Follow me. I see you've got the hang of floating."
"Sort of," I say, s smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "I still randomly bump into walls." I rub the back of my neck.
Winds leads me down the hall, leading to a door at the end. "You can go in," he says. "Who knows," he winks, "You might meet a new friend."
I open the door and float inside. The room is mostly empty, but there's one person there, a skele. But it's not who I was hoping for. There's a coffee table in the center of the room, so I float over to that and land, trying not to fall and embarrass myself. I do.
My ears turn red as I pick myself up and carefully set myself down on the table. I glance up at the skele, but he's not laughing as I expected he would. He's just looking at me like he's surprised.
"Hi!" I say, waving at him.
"Oh, hi," He says. "Who were you talking to out there?"
"Oh, that's Trade Winds. He was the first person I've met since coming here. It hasn't been that long since I came, actually. It's only been, like, and hour. Are you new here?" I ask.
"Yeah, actually," he says, which surprises me. He'd fit right in with the rest of the skeles here.
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Elena the Lynx says mghi. Are you saying hi to someone named Magnesium?
(February 11, 2017 - 8:54 pm)
*hey lady, got another one for ya. knock knock-
*Oh, my. Who is there?
*top
*Top who? (tee hee)
*get this thread to the top already!!
(February 13, 2017 - 1:58 pm)
Stanley~
A TV walks into the room. Well, it doesn't actually walk, it kinda floats. Then it falls over. Then it's ears turn red. Then it talks.
"Hi!" she say, waving at me.
Okay, there's a disembodied TV talking to me, and also talking to someone outside. Wouldn't be the first time.
"Oh, hi!" I say, "Who were you talking to outside?"
"Oh, that's Trade Winds. He was the first person I've met since coming
here. It hasn't been that long since I came, actually. It's only been,
like, and hour. Are you new here?" she asks.
"Actually, yeah, I just moved to Canyon City, and a weasle pushed me into a hole."
She lights up. "No way! Me too!"
"A weasle pushed you into a hole?"
"No!" She turns red. "I was just moving to Canyon City, when I fell into a hole."
"Ohhhhh, do you think that these events are-DUN DUN DUUUUN! connected?" I ask with mock shocked face. She laughs.
"You know, for someone who doesn't have a brain, you're pretty smart!" She quips. We laugh together for a bit.
*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!* My phone rings. Aparently, it's on speaker, because everyone hears Sans talking. "Hey, I'm free now, so do you want to g=come over to my house in Landice? It's pretty cool an-" ANother voice cuts him off.
"NYEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! WHO YOU TALKING TO SANS? ARE THEY HUMAN? ARE THEY? HMMMMMMMM?"
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PAPYRUS IS IN DA HOUSE!
Also, can I ship Siri with Stanley? I think they'd do great together!
doom
Uh oh... Kilp is predicting my death... Oh HA! I'm already dead! In your face, fate!
(February 14, 2017 - 6:40 pm)
Uh, yeah, sure, I mean, like I guess stuff could happen but keep in mind that Siri's 15 or something (LOL IKD I forgot) so try not to overwhelm me I'm new to ships too.
(February 15, 2017 - 1:59 am)
TTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP
~Cheyenne~
Once my brain decides to work after discovering that both mirrors and TVs can apparently talk, I walk the same direction as the TV went, trying to find it (her? Should probably call the thing 'her,' to be on the safe side) to apologize for being all scary at her, but she's gone in the mass of spectres going every which way. I give up and head off the way Frank told me to. Whoever was on the phone wasn't kidding when they called it a thoroughfare: the tunnel is huge, and jam-packed. When people jostle me - and they do, a lot - it's really weird because in some cases I pass straight through them, but in others, the air that makes up their shoulders or hips or whatever seems to resist a little.
The air grows significantly colder as I walk. I pause a moment to roll down my sleeves, wondering why I don't have goosebumps, since common sense definitely says I should have them by now. This leads me to also wonder why my breath isn't fogging in the air- and realize that, except for talking, I don't think I've breathed once since I've been down here. I mean, I still can, but it doesn't seem to happen without my thinking about it anymore.
Again, what the flip.
Eventually I come out of the tunnel into- what? Is that snow? I've never seen the stuff, but if it's essentially frozen rain, shouldn't there not be any all the way down here?! I continue walking, jamming my hands into my armpits to keep my fingers from becoming icicles. Most of the ghostly people have gone, branched off into one of many side tunnels. There's just a few now, most of them looking just as chilly as I feel.
I come to a crossroads. There are several signs, but none of them make any sense: One points left and says "This sign is false" (there isn't another sign where it's pointing), one is in Comic Sans and says "this way up! ha ha just kidding", one appears to be a stop sign- except it's blue, upside-down, and has snow blown against it, into which someone has scrawled "GO" with one finger. Weird. And completely unhelpful in deciding which way to go. There are four separate paths.
I catch sight of another skeleton. This one looks like a teenager, complete with baseball cap and sneakers. "Hey!" I call; he turns, and I notice that same TV from before floating along beside him. "I'm...kinda new to the Underlands," I admit to the pair of them. "Is there anywhere around here I should be going? A town or someplace?"
(February 18, 2017 - 11:15 am)
Hey Listen! Can we stop Undertale references in the Icelands? I think that if there are other people who want to join they may be backed out by all this fanboy/girl-ing. I want this to stay original. You can keep making them in posts, but not the chapters. OK? Is that OK?
Also, in order to get to the actual Underlands, you have to get through submission, like the rest of the lost (and found) souls. We'le just pretend she already went through there.
ANYWAYS New Chapter! Good job on having each chapter progress the story! I have anohter thread that... doesn't exactly do that. Yeah. Good job here, though!
Stanley~
After a chat with Sans, and his brother Papyrus, finally, finally sombody calls my name. I wave goodbye to the TV (I still don't know her name), and walk through a red door. The office inside is made of dark ebony, and looks, well... dark. There's a zombie sitting in a chair with a grey suit on. How do I know she's a zombie? Her skin is slightly grey, for one, and her hand is holding her pen, but the arm isn't holding the hand. It's just sitting on the desk, not moving.
"Name?" She asks in an obviously bored tone.
"Stanley Mayakuba," I answer promptly. SHe writes something down on her clipboard.
"Age?"
"14 years, and two days." Sribble scribbble.
"Any powers?" She asks. This one puzzles me.
"Powers?"
"Levitating, super strength, lightning... We once had a fellow who turned into a narwhal when he ate chicken..." She answers. Suddenly, my arm falls off. Then my head. Then my fingers. Now I'm just a pile of bones on the floor. Crap. I try to move and find that I can! I gravitate my arm and head back, and make my fingers do a little tap dance. Ms. Zombored sribbles on her clipboard, then looks at me with one of those 'seriously?' looks. "Look, you could've just told me."
"Sorry, didn't know-" I started, but she held her hand up. I stopped. She tore off the page from her clipboard, and put it into a tube. Then she set the tube in another tube. Then the other tube sucked it up, and it went to who-knows-where. I watch my fingers tap-dancing for a while, then the zombie lady clears her throat. I look up, and she's holding a new paper.
"The Demon Council has assigned you to the snowlands as your first Underland."
"Cool! Thank you Ms..." She smiles. But only a little bit.
"Rockford, and you're welcome." She hands me a baggy, green hoodie with a small, red, pixelated heart on the chest. "Here, you're going to need this where you're going."
I put on the hoodie, then leave the office through the same red door, and gasp. Outside is a freezing snowy tundra. The door behind me has dissapeare, and I am glad I took the hoodie. I don't know what else to do. I call Sans.
~FIVE MINUTES LATER~
I'm walking to Landice, when I hear a call behind me. I turn, and it's the TV from earlier. I motion her over. She floats over next to me, and we begin to talk. I learn that she's also a huge Undertale fan, and we talk abot that for a bit. I also learn her name is Siri. Eventually she asks where we're going. "We're headed to Landice, so I can meet Sans." Her eyes (or screen or whatever) go wide.
"Like, THE Sans? Skelepun Sans?"
"The very same." I say, smiling as I see Siri's screen flicker with a bunch of different colors.
"Oh my gosh! What are we waiting for then?"
"We're waiting to get there. Duh." She laughs. Then I hear a call from behind us. Siri turns and faces the stranger.
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Sorry, long chapter. I'll post pt. 2 later!
BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEE!
(February 18, 2017 - 2:25 pm)
Hey Listen! Can we stop Undertale references in the Icelands? I think that if there are other people who want to join they may be backed out by all this fanboy/girl-ing. I want this to stay original. You can keep making them in posts, but not the chapters. OK? Is that OK?
Also, in order to get to the actual Underlands, you have to get through submission, like the rest of the lost (and found) souls. We'le just pretend she already went through there.
ANYWAYS New Chapter! Good job on having each chapter progress the story! I have anohter thread that... doesn't exactly do that. Yeah. Good job here, though!
Stanley~
After a chat with Sans, and his brother Papyrus, finally, finally sombody calls my name. I wave goodbye to the TV (I still don't know her name), and walk through a red door. The office inside is made of dark ebony, and looks, well... dark. There's a zombie sitting in a chair with a grey suit on. How do I know she's a zombie? Her skin is slightly grey, for one, and her hand is holding her pen, but the arm isn't holding the hand. It's just sitting on the desk, not moving.
"Name?" She asks in an obviously bored tone.
"Stanley Mayakuba," I answer promptly. SHe writes something down on her clipboard.
"Age?"
"14 years, and two days." Sribble scribbble.
"Any powers?" She asks. This one puzzles me.
"Powers?"
"Levitating, super strength, lightning... We once had a fellow who turned into a narwhal when he ate chicken..." She answers. Suddenly, my arm falls off. Then my head. Then my fingers. Now I'm just a pile of bones on the floor. Crap. I try to move and find that I can! I gravitate my arm and head back, and make my fingers do a little tap dance. Ms. Zombored sribbles on her clipboard, then looks at me with one of those 'seriously?' looks. "Look, you could've just told me."
"Sorry, didn't know-" I started, but she held her hand up. I stopped. She tore off the page from her clipboard, and put it into a tube. Then she set the tube in another tube. Then the other tube sucked it up, and it went to who-knows-where. I watch my fingers tap-dancing for a while, then the zombie lady clears her throat. I look up, and she's holding a new paper.
"The Demon Council has assigned you to the snowlands as your first Underland."
"Cool! Thank you Ms..." She smiles. But only a little bit.
"Rockford, and you're welcome." She hands me a baggy, green hoodie with a small, red, pixelated heart on the chest. "Here, you're going to need this where you're going."
I put on the hoodie, then leave the office through the same red door, and gasp. Outside is a freezing snowy tundra. The door behind me has dissapeare, and I am glad I took the hoodie. I don't know what else to do. I call Sans.
~FIVE MINUTES LATER~
I'm walking to Landice, when I hear a call behind me. I turn, and it's the TV from earlier. I motion her over. She floats over next to me, and we begin to talk. I learn that she's also a huge Undertale fan, and we talk abot that for a bit. I also learn her name is Siri. Eventually she asks where we're going. "We're headed to Landice, so I can meet Sans." Her eyes (or screen or whatever) go wide.
"Like, THE Sans? Skelepun Sans?"
"The very same." I say, smiling as I see Siri's screen flicker with a bunch of different colors.
"Oh my gosh! What are we waiting for then?"
"We're waiting to get there. Duh." She laughs. Then I hear a call from behind us. Siri turns and faces the stranger.
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Sorry, long chapter. I'll post pt. 2 later!
BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEE!
(February 18, 2017 - 2:25 pm)
Got it. No more references. Except for Undertale TOPs, which I will never quit doing. Sorry in advance if this screws up your part 2 plans.
~Cheyenne~
The skeleton boy makes as if to answer me, but then makes a weirded-out face and points at something behind my shoulder. I turn around, confused- and get a faceful of what looks like a tiny imp, complete with red skin, batlike wings, horns, and pointed tail! She's about a foot tall and dressed like a businesswoman, and she does not seem happy with me in the least. "Idiot! Deviant! Rule-breaking heathen!" she screeches into my ear. "Thought you could get out of submissions, huh?! Skip through customs? Slip in under the radar? Not on my watch, you foul little cheat, not on my watch!!"
I clap my hands over my ears to keep from going deaf and say - okay, shout - back, "Okay, okay, fine! I missed a step! Frank, uh, the guy at reception, he didn't tell me anything about customs! What do I have to do?!"
"Follow me, you stupid excuse for a line-jumper!!" She takes off back the way I came. I take off after her, sparing a "Sorryguysgottagoseeya!" for the skeleton and the TV.
The imp whizzes a short distance along the tunnel before yanking open a door - was that there before? - with surprising strength. "Inside!" she snarls. I obey, skidding into what looks like an imp-sized office (with a human-sized ceiling, thankfully). Once the door slams shut behind her, though, her demeanor changes utterly: in the space of half a second, she goes from spitting mad to the picture of calm civility.
"Ahem. Right, we're here now. Name?" She pulls a piece of paper and a pen out of her desk drawer.
"Uh...Cheyenne MacDougal."
"Age?"
"Sixteen. And a half."
"Powers?"
"...What?"
"You know. Magic. Supernatural ability. Three hundred seventy-one years I've been working here, and I've never seen a vampire who didn't have one of some sort. Spill."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I might be a- a vampire-" dang, that's hard to say, hard to admit- "but I don't have powers."
"Oh, believe me, you've got something. We just gotta find it. Hang on a sec." She ducks under her desk and comes up wearing an odd contraption like a pair of steampunk-y goggles with a fairy wand attached to them by a tube.
"What is that thing?" I ask her, but she puts a claw to her lips.
"Shh. Arms out, feet shoulder-width apart, look straight ahead, and stay as still as you can." I comply, feeling more perplexed by the second. She flits around and around me, using the wand to spritz every part of my body with rainbow-colored light that doesn't seem to do anything at all. Once she's satisfied, she flits over her desk and spends a couple seconds just looking at me, tilting her head and muttering under her breath.
"All done," she announces suddenly. "You can relax. You've got a forced beatmatch, limited range and plurality but enough strength to control most bodily and magical functions. You might want to consider carrying a portable speaker; it's an effective defense, throws most anybody off, and you get good music in the bargain. Not the flashiest, certainly, but I hear it's awful fun."
"...What?"
"To put it simply: you can turn any room you're in into a dancefloor. All you need is a good beat."
"Like this?" I pull out my iPod, set it to play aloud instead of to my headphones, and put on one of my favorite songs. Instantly I sense there's something different: instead of just hearing the beat, I feel it in my chest, in some part of my mind I didn't know was there. A curl of purple mist rises from...someplace. My foot keeps time on the ground, almost of its own accord.
"Exactly like that. Careful, or you'll make me match wingbeats and I'll drop like a stone." She flutters over to her desk and scribbles one last note down on the paper, then rolls it up, sticks it in a clear plastic tube, and sticks the tube into another tube on the wall, where it is gone in a whoosh of pneumatics.
I think I might know what she means now. I turn off the music, and instantly the world seems a little duller. The purple mist dissipates. I feel a vague sense of loss.
"Now then, let's get you back to your friends, shall we?"
(February 19, 2017 - 12:15 am)
~Siri
What. The. Frigg. Why'd vampire girl leave so suddenly? Why didn't WINDS tell me anything? Well, I guess the demon lady didn't notice the FRIGGIN 40" TELEVISION, so I guess I'm good.
Stan reads my thoughts. "What was that all about?"
I cross my arms and say, "I have no clue, but I wasn't told a thing about this, and I'm not going back now." I must sound pretty dang annoyed.
"Well, anyway, let's get going," he says, and we continue walking.
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O MY, SHORT POST! I APOLOGIZE BUT I'M KINGD TIRED--IT'S ABOUT 11:30. . .
Elena the Lynx CAPTCHA says choi. Is there a choice in my near future?
(February 19, 2017 - 2:28 am)
~Jessica
I FINALLY find my way to the check-in area. Sometimes it's hard to find someone to give you directions.
The check-in was crowded. Really crowded. The line stretched and turned like a snake.
As I turn to the mirror, I'm faced with the enormity of the situation. My skin is paler than usual, with a faint trace of green, like I'm about to be sick. My bright blue eyes seem kind of faded and my blonde hair looks knotted and frayed.
When I'm at the front of the line, a lady with blonde hair calls me into yet ANOTHER room. I have no choice but to follow.
(February 19, 2017 - 3:25 pm)