Pillows of Doom (Open to all)

The Alliance General awoke rather suddenly and blinked in surprise at a Technicolor sky. This was certainly not where he’d fallen asleep. Leering the sky with tight eyebrows, the officer ran a hand over his face, wiping away the drowsiness. Okay, who’s idea of a joke is this? Propping himself up on his arms was the difficult part, but once Viscen was off his back—which felt awfully comfortable now that he thought about it—he could look about. As far as the eye could see, the landscape was composed only of colorful quilts. Strange lumps dotted the ground here and there, and upon closer inspection, Viscen realized that the shapes were pillows. “What the…? Am I in a giant bed?” This had to be a joke.

Viscen blinked again as he looked down at himself. “Oh, you have got to be kidding.” He was garbed in blue-and-white pajamas and pink bunny slippers. “Those bastards better have a head-wound fetish.” With a groan of exasperation, the general rose to his feet and examined his surroundings more intently. The area seemed a lot like normal landscape aside from the fact that it was composed entirely of quilts. “This has to be the holosim. End simulation,” he ordered confidently.

Nothing happened.

“Of course it wouldn’t be that simple…” With a sigh, the general figured that exploring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. There seemed to be a canyon in the distance, though it was difficult to tell due to the multicolored fabric squares. “Might as well check it out.” He grabbed a nearby pillow for self-defense and wandered in the direction of the ravine.

“Oof!” cried Viscen in surprise. Next thing he knew, he was flat on his face. Quickly rolling over, the general looked over what had tripped him. It had just woken unpleasantly and now appeared very confused.

OoC: Let the innuendo fly.

OoC: Innuendo? DELICIOUS!

IC: Terrin laid Viscen flat on his back, having thrown a pillow full force into the back of the General's head. Grinning, he watched him roll over and glare indignantly at him.

"Ah... Tankira. You're here as well, are you?" said Viscen, getting slowly to his feet, fingers still cutching at the pillow he had picked up. "What the hell is this place?"

"An excuse to act ridiculous?" suggested the elf in response, tossing another pillow up and catching it behind his back. He appeared completely unconcerned with their current situation.

Viscen considered this for a moment, then flung his pillow full force into Terrin's face.

OoC: Okay, not a great post, but its a silly thread.

The RP is open. That means anyone can join at any time. No reservations, just hop in.

Aex or Terrin, please delete the previous.

BiC:

Having emptied his ammunition, Viscen bolted. His guns were mysteriously missing. The fact that Terrin was here lent to the possibility that this was the holosim, and that the vocal override was disabled. "That still leaves the question of who d--oof!" A pillow collided with the front of his face, nearly throwing the general's feet out from under him. "Who the heck was that?!" He rubbed his face irritably and gave whoever had thrown the pillow a harsh glare.

OoC: Just so you know, short posts are acceptable.

Lhaeo awoke to find projectiles flying back and forth overhead. The god blinked curiously twice and slowly sat up. He must certainly was not underneath the tree he had fallen asleep under, nor was he anywhere he could easily recognize. Or even fathom.

The blonde-haired god's thought were intterupted however, as an unknown missile collided with the side of his head. Looking down, the traveler picked up a blue and green stiped pillow. Lhaeo turned to look in the direction the projectile had come from. . . . and was met with a pillow to the face.

Still more curious than anything, the young man picked up the other pillow and stood up. As he surveyed the land--which was not like any land he had ever seen before--he witnessed several people in pajamas hurling pillows. Towards him.

Without thinking, the god formed a barrier of air around himself, deflecting the soft missiles in random directions. Hoisting the two sacks of featehrs that had collided with him, Lhaeo noticed that he too was strangly garbed. Instead of his usual, stylish outfit, he was wearing blue and white striped pajamas, the sleeves of which were much too long.

Lhaeo just stood there a moment, taking it all in. Finally, he laughed out loud and bounded away, homing in on an elf. He didn't understand the reasons, or the meaning, but fun was fun.

OoC:looks fun!

BiC: Witer sat up, ready to continue working on his mechanical chicken project, but his half finished chicken was no where to be found. He stood up, and found himself in a small set of red pajamas with wrenches on them and a small cap on his head in place of his bandana. Everywhere, the ground was made of quilt and large white rock shaped humps dotted the land. Laughing histarically, and spinning in circles. As he turned, an unGodly amount of pillows flew at him from everywhere, knocking him over. Swimming to the top of the pile of pillows, he saw a large group of people fighting with the soft sacks. He climbed to the top of one of the large humps, made of the same plushy material and held a sack tightly in his little green hands. With a loud scream, he lept off, bringing his sack down on the head of a black haired elf.

OoC: Nonsense and short posts? I'M IN!

BiC:

"WHERE'S MY CUPCAKE?!"

An enraged Blaze stood atop a large oak, her right hand positioned over her eyes to shield them from the perpetual rays of the sun. The other hand was firmly clenched on some kind of stuffed doll, the likes of which never before seen in this foreign land.

Then the tree started to shake.

Blaze wobbled dangerously, letting go of the plushie in her left hand. Finally regaining her balance, she peered down and watched in dismay as her beloved plunged to his doom.

"ENVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!"

Blaze closed her eyes and leapt. She sailed downwards, stretching out her hand to catch the love of her life. In mere milliseconds the doll's soft, black strands of hair touched her hand, and she grabbed them. She sighed in relief...

"Whumpf!"

Blaze bounced once before landing back on her side, absent-mindedly brushing non-existent dust from her black pyjamas. The girl frowned, staring down at the expanse of...

"Pill...ows?"

Blaze’s jaw dropped. She then looked down at the thing in her hand, unaware that her mouth was still wide open.

"At least I saved you, envy."

And with that statement, she huggled her plushie. This 'enjoyment' was short-lived as a cushion made contact with her head, knocking her to the floor.

Blaze scowled, grabbing a pillow and jumping to her feet. Standing right in font of her was a blonde haired stranger, a sheepish grin spread across his features.

"Uhh...I missed?" mumbled the man.

Blaze paused.

A few disgruntled hand-stitched birds took flight from their tree as an ear-piercing war cry hit their ears, followed by a series of deep thumps, that likely to occur when someone gets hit by a pillow.

"Everybody gangbang Terrin!" shouted the general, thrusting a pillow-armed fist into the air. Immediately, all eyes turned toward him. "Oh..." He took one glance at his peculiarly bluish pillow, then lobbed it into the fray toward an ecstatic goblin. It bounced off of the creature's head, and in a moment, the beast turned to solid ice.

Viscen arched an eyebrow in surprise. "An elemental...pillow," he muttered. So perplexed was he that the officer failed to notice a bright red cushion sailing through the air until it collided with his head. He immediately burst into flame. "Ow! Dammit! Hot!" he cried frantically and dove to the ground, rolling around in a desperate attempt to put himself out. When the fire died away, Viscen laid prostrate on the ground, panting, bug-eyed. "This is getting a little dangerous..." The general's clothes were strangely intact. "Well, at least I'm not going to go nude."

The elven princess lay with her back against a small outcrop of quilt, huddled together in the fetal position, her beige teddy-bear held tightly in her arms. She was dressed in a light pink nightie sprinkled with pink hearts, and she was blissfully asleep.

The ensuing chaos however disturbed her peaceful rest, and her eyes blinked open, fluttering slightly as she awakened. She slowly sat up, her plushy held ever tightly, and looked at her surroundings in bewilderement.

"Where am I?"

Scurrying over brilliant, quilted ground so quickly that his feet tangled more than once, Viscen evaded a rain of oncoming pillows. A neon-yellow cushion flew low over his head, leaving behind a trail of sparks. Hate to think what that would do... A backward glance revealed Terrin hot on his heels. "Oof!" In the moment he'd turned his head, the general slammed full-on into some unfortunate passerby.

When he opened his eyes, Viscen found himself sprawled on top of a particularly attractive young blonde. Most might have been rather surprised, but without missing a beat, the earth elementalist waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Hey, there, sweetheart. Comfortable?"

Larena looked up at him for a brief moment, her eyes wide with surprise, before realising the predicament she was in and blushing profusely. At the sight of the General waggling his eyebrows and hearing his suggestive comliment, she grew even more scarlet, this time with anger, and gave him a furious frown. As she then became aware that the man was in direct contact with her, and especially her uncovered legs, her eyes flared up and she threw the General off onto the soft and springy ground.

Sitting up once more, she brought her knees up to her shoulders and pulled her nightie further down to conceal her thighs, and glared at Viscen.

"Don't you dare call me sweetheart, you pervert!"

Lhaeo and the strangely quiet girl just stared at each other for several uncomfortably long minutes. Finally, Lhaeo gave a sheepish grin and sidled around a bend in the. . . bedding. Clutching his remaining pillow, the young god bounded across the springy landscape, the his sleeves waving in the air like banners.

The blonde-haired traveler called upon his elemental powers, gusts of wind carrying through loop-the-loops and barrel-rolls. As the god flipped over and bounced off the top of a quilted hill, he saw a man and woman in a very intimate postition below him. As he descended upon the two, the woman shoved the man off of her.

Unfortionately, Lhaeo's bare foot came down in the man's hair, knocking his face back forward into the woman's chest as Lhaeo leapt off again. The young god couldn't help but laugh--and then wince--as he heard a loud scream and slap behind him.

Sileya awoke with a start and immediately blinked in confusion. Where in the world was she? That was when she looked down and noticed what she was wearing--silvery, satin pajama pants and a matching shirt with sinuous dragons emboidered in purple, green, blue, red, white, gold, and brown winding about her legs and arms and over her torso.

"Hm...this is quite...interesting..."

Bending down, she retrieved an innocent-looking pillow from the strangely-quilted floor. Before she could wonder futher at where exactly she was, the sounds of almost playful struggling reached her sensitive Elvish ears. Breaking out into a full run, the summoner grinned as a figure, a man, came into sight, and she flung the pillow with all her might straight for his head.

Terrin watched as Viscen went down again, and grinned. Sileya, the summoner he had met in the Dome, had thrown the pillow that downed him. Familiar faces left and right...

He saw a young, attractive blond elf woman getting calmly to her feet and seizing a nearby pillow in defense as Sileya prepared to throw another. And some new ones, added the elf, frowning ever so slightly. He registered the fact that they were all wearing silk pajamas, not really thinking twice about it...

Until he realized that he too was wearing them. With a growl of indignity, he gripped his pillow, spun, and released it. It flew deadly accurate, colliding with the back of Larena's head. She toppled down onto the quilted ground, bouncing slightly, the offending pillow landing next to her head with a sinister little thump.

Moments later, he was hit in the face with another pillow, aimed by Sileya.

Pillows flew through the air, some bursting into flame as they collided with faces. Witer rolled, spun and threw pillows at random and cackling all the while. his yellow eyes connected with those of the black haired elf. Witer squeaked as the elf grabbed a brown pillow and flung it with all of his might. Witer leapt into the air, hoping to evade the pillow, but to no avail, as the brown pillow nailed him square in the back. Witer tried to stand up, but could not, the brown pillow felt as though it weighed a ton! The weight kicked off him, Witer sat up to see his savior a sliver haired elf.

"Thankyoumissyelfgirl!" Witer said as he stood up. She turned and smiled slightly, only to recieve a pillow to the face from the cackling goblin. Her face boiling, she ran at the Goblin, wielding the pillow like a sword and swung with all her might, sending Witer sailing.

OoC: Bah! I typed up a full post, then accidently closed the window! ;_; Not quite sure if this was everything I had in the first version, but... meh.

BiC: “Mrumph…” Bella rolled over as a pillow smacked into her side, and snuggled down further into the cushions. Two more pillows promptly smacked into her head. “Oof!” She sat up and looked around indignantly, expecting to see Iyasis standing nearby and grinning. Her fiery friend was nowhere to be seen, however. “Iya?” she said uncertainly, looking around.

Then she stopped, blinked, and looked around again. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…” she muttered to herself. She stood up slowly, noting the squishy ground under her feet. “Okay… this is… unexpected…”

Another pillow smacked into her stomach. She looked down at it, and then up at a blonde haired man, who was floating upside down in the air a few feet away, and grinning. “Hmmm…” Bella glanced at the pillow, and grinned.

It went flying straight back at the floating man, sending him twirling through the air. Bella had no clue how she’d gotten here, but she might as well have fun. She giggled and grabbed another pillow.

Iyasis was standing over Bella, wondering what was going on. She was tense at first, in serious mode. She was cloaking herself magickally to hide herself from everyone else for now, so she could get a look at things before making herself known. She leaned forward over Bella and tilted her head at her, though Bella couldn't see her. "Um, Bella? What... what's happening?" she whispered.

ooc: my first ever battle was a comdey fight, for old times sake. I have to go with the classic

INC: Fireball woke up in a strange reality strand one that was new yet comforting. The ground felt odd. He bounced up and down a little. It was fun so he did it again. As he bounded up and down he saw some people in the distance wearing pjamas. He looked down at himself. he too was cald in his pyjamas, a red stars t-shirt and some boxer shorts with generic cartoon character on them. A pillow has hurled in his direction. Luckily he was in gravity's grip and it passed over his head as he landed back on the bed like surface.

"I need to find myself a pillow," he said to himself.

He sprung of the bed like surface and sailed over Bella and Iyasis. Timing his next jump some what clumisly he feel in the middle of the rest of the combatant. Covering his head with his arms he ran like hell as he was poubded by the luxuriously soft weapons of this universe.
"Can't use powers, I could burn this whole universe down," Fireball lamented as he dived under a pillow swing from an elf he had not encountered before.

He rolled into a large pile of the comfortable weapons. he disappeared for sometime beneath the heap. Then after a short time the pile burst open in the centre was Fireball holding a boomerang shaped pillow.

"Ba da da daaah!" he exclaimed loudly.

Everyone turned and stared blankly at him.

"What?" he asked.

He then shrugged his shoulders and hurled the pillow at Viscen. It hit him in the jaw although not with enough force to knock him over. Amazingly the pillow returned to Fireball just as a boomerang from his world would.

"Sweet!" Fireball said as he bounded of the ground into the air again to search for his next target, pillow in hand.

Blaze observed the fray with apparent disinterest. Something was missing. Stepping over the temporarily frozen body of Lhaeo, she picked up another pillow from the quilted floor. She bounced it hand to hand, narrowing her eyes and picking out a suitable target. She gleefully picked out a snobby looking elf that appeared to be having a tyrade to an unusually dressed general. Gathering ice energy in ther pillow, she hurled with all the might she posessed.

It did not take long for the projectile to hit its target. With a resonating tinkle, the elf she had thrown the pillow at froze over, much like the man standing behind her....

Whump!

Blaze was knocked over, yet again, by the blonde she had previously frozen. He didn't look angry; in fact, he had a grin reminiscent of a young child on his face.

"You can't keep a guy like me frozen for long."

Blaze gasped in surprise and took off, far away from him.

And bumped straight into the recovered elf princess.

OoC: More Innuendo!

Bella jumped upon hearing her friend's voice in her ear. She turned and saw nothing, and then grinned. "Aha.. I forgot about that," she said. "And, to be honest, I really haven't a clue. Seems safe enough though, so I say have some fun." She winked and tossed Iyasis a pillow. Without waiting for a reply she ran off, pillows in hand, searching for another target.

Iyasis frowned, letting the pillow Bella threw her fall to the ground in front of her. She didnt like this, and didnt usually get in the playful mood when she was worried. She looked down at herself, wondering how on how the heck she ended up in fiery red, silver, and black silk pajamas, more so how she ended up in this world of cushions. Was she dreaming?
Suddenly her eyes went wide. The immortal's hand flew to her left side, but to find nothing. She gasped and jumped back. Her bonded sword was gone! Then she calmed a bit. She could summon it if she needed it, she remembered. She looked around and up, observing her surroundings. The Fire Mage removed the invisible spell cautiously and awkwardly she knelt and picked up the pillow and stared at it, her silver eyes sparking. She half-looked up and suddenly chucked it forcefully at the person closest to her.

((OoC: hehe.... open to whoever))