Truth or Dare!

[Cinnamon]

Basic rules before it starts!

• It can be sexual, however, try to keep it mature and responsible. Kissing, making out, and groping is fine, just don't make it R-rated. :]
  
  
• Truths cannot be directed to real life. They must be directed toward the character. If you cannot think of anything you may PASS your turn.
  
  
• If you don't like a person, don't humiliate them beyond belief. Some people take things seriously and personally on this site, even though we don't mean it to be that way.
  
  
• Keep drugs out of this, light alcohol use is fine, but to people who have characters under 18, please keep them sober and free from any alcohol.
  
  
• Have fun! This is a game, not a contest between life and death!
  
  
• You can involve as many characters of your own as you want, just make sure you use one account, and announce when each character enters.
  
  
• If you use the style of choosing as I did for my character, please make it your character's speech coloring, not her speech coloring, which is THISSSSS.
  

A quiet day was what Troll would call it. She had been thrown into a portal that had taken her to a rather large cabin. Comfortable, quaint, and warm. The fireplace was blazing, keeping the cold winter from creeping through the crack under the door and through the old windows. It seemed pleasant. Maybe that was why she went on a cooking spree. Tons of meat was stocked in a walk in freezer, and she went to town, building up rib stacks, steaks, burgers, and she even made other various fried foods to go along with it.

And...for some odd reason. She made sweets. Gross. Sweets. Ew. She wanted nothing to do with them, and literally washed her hands ten times after each sweet dish was done. There were pies, cake, cookies, cupcakes, and other delicaies... and even then, she didn't stop. Cranking out as much food as she can, she had a feeling that something was going to happen. And that was when a letter floated out from the fridge as she opened it.

"You're hosting a party!" It said on it, with fine print. The ink was smeared at the exclamation point, but there was a smiley face to make up for it, and that...that pissed her off. Was she enchanted to make this much food? How disappointing. At least she knew she could cook, though she'd rather have some grungy veggies to go along with it. However, it made her prepare fresh ones...guh. At least she'd have some boiled spinach.

Moving over, she heard a knock at the door, and behold, it opened - enchanted in its own peculiar way. Fantastic...just fantastic. Then, she thought of something, if she was hosting a party, what games would they play?

'Truth or dare out in the den! Go to the dennnn! I'll bring the foood. THE FOOD!" She yelled in a sickeningly sweet tone, her scratchy voice adding a rather...motherly tone? Eh. She wouldn't bite. Not today.

TROLL HAS CHOSEN

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NO ONE?!
"Well...wait. What? NO ONE IS HERE YET. That's not very fair! ... and yes, I will be introducing Zexion sometime...eventually. I just wanted to use my admin account. That's right. <<"

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[axie]

Skintight clothes? Check. Ugliest scarf ever? Hella check. Axel was ready for anything but cold weather, and so spent the crisp cold walk on a blizzard of curses. But they got there alright, and just as Axel was finishing a story in between maledictions.

"...ch is when things got hairy, see, and before I know it the kid's goin' around saying he's my son--hey listen, you're quiet tonight."

Riku's Replica stared balefully at him.

"Just thought I'd mention. Anyway--"

But the minute the door fell open at his knock was the minute Axel cut things short. Sure, there was supposed to be a party here, but that kinda crap usually meant foul play. He looked around the side with a wary edge to his eyes, but then caught the shout and figured their hostess was occupied. "Er--you got it, chickie. Guess we'll just let ourselves in, huh?"

The question was directed half at the Replica, who made a distant noise like he'd heard it.

He followed Axel in, eyes wandering sightlessly over the room, and it was fortunate Axel glanced back to check on him because the Replica absolutely did not have the presence of mind to close the door behind him. The redhead tugged him out of the way, closed it, and thumped him lightly in the head with a muttered "Dummy."

"Looks like we're ahead of the game," Axel added once they reached the den, dropping onto the couch and setting the Doritos he'd brought for courtesy's sake on the coffee table.

[Skell]

She got the invite, but had no idea who it was from. Her curiosity definitely got the best of her sometimes, which is why she found herself across the street from the door the letter had referenced. What did the invite even say? She unfolded it from her coat pocket and checked again:

"Come here."

"Of course. Very informing. How could I have missed this before?" she smirked and set the note back in her pocket, pulling her scarf close around her neck again, "However it is in there, hopefully it's warm."

She noticed two people had made their way to the front door as she stayed across the street. They were welcomed in by -- well, no one it seemed. The door opened all on its own. But it looked like she was invited to a party. Too interesting... and she was able to hear the words a woman uttered all the way from where she stood. Truth or dare? Haha, what sort of event was this, really? It almost made her reconsider going in or not. These games always seemed to turn on her somehow, no matter how she tried to get her way around things. But... these were a bunch of strangers. If something absolutely horrible happened, she'd most likely never see them again, right?

Hands shoved in her pockets, she hustled across the street, pausing in front of the front doorstep. Thinking it rude that she was invited -- albeit oddly -- without a gift, she quickly whipped out her sketchbook and sketched a rough picture of apple cider. Running her paintbrush across it, it materialized in her hand. With a hum, she hastily hid her sketchbook in her messenger bag, along with her paintbrush, and brushed her hair out of her face. She ran her fingers across the wood daintily before giving a playful knock. Surprised, she found the door swung open ever so slightly. Guess it didn't shut all the way. Peering inside, she whistled, observing the entry way.

"Mmm... hello~?" she took a step inside. Skell heard chatter just a few steps down the hall, taking the note's command as more than reason to continue on in to the den. When she entered, her eyes found two men -- one with shimmering silver-white hair, and the other with a gorgeous red mane. Too vibrant... what an interesting crowd. But the woman she heard earlier was no where in sight.

"Early, am I? Taken?" she gestured to the seat beside the red-head, "And I'm Skell. Pleasure."

[namine]

It was odd. She had been at the mansion, drawing to her 'heart's' content in the White Room, when she had noticed something that there that wasn't before. It looked like an invitation, and when she read it over she frowned.

"A party?"

She never was one for parties, but there was just something that drew her to this one. It was either stay inside the mansion by herself again, or go to this so called party. Deciding to go to it, the blonde carefully walked down the street, shivering at the cold temperature. She wasn't used to the weather, nor had she been prepared for it. Naminé looked around for the house that was hosting the party, and frowned when she could hear someone shouting from her spot from down the block. Either way, she built up enough courage to walk up to the door.

She paused once she reached it, looking at it as if she were going to memorize every feature of it for a moment before knocking. She jumped when it swung open on its own accord, and she looked inside almost nervously because she didn't know what to expect. When all she felt was warmth and saw what looked to be a cozy home, she visibly relaxed and walked inside. She was early. There were only three other people here besides herself, one of which she didn't recognize, and the other two she wasn't too sure if she was fond of them.

Unsure of what to do with herself for now, Naminé sat in the closest chair and watched Skell, Axel, and the Replica moment before dropping her gaze to her hands that were folded in her lap. It was times like this where her shyness was kicked into full gear, and she would have to break out of it again. But that could be done once more people were here. For now, she was content with keeping to herself.

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[Troll]

"Wretched, wretched, wretched. Troll muttered under her breath, face twisted in a sour-sweet sneer. She couldn't believe she had no control over her body right now! Perhaps being in the dark made it easier to become victim to controlling abilities. Whatever way it was, it irritated every inch of her body, made her skin crawl and red eyes narrow. Rotten. She was certain no one here liked being controlled. Grabbing a dish of appetizers, she wandered out, feeling herself choke up out of nervousness.

What if they freaked out because of what she looked like? Frowning, she glanced to the side, hoping for an escape. How would people react to seeing a blue haired, grey skinned, orange horned young lady covered in metal? Not well, she assumed. Fighting as much as she could against the spell, her toes wiggled and twitched, but not further retaliation was possible. What a horrible day. HORRIBLE. And Truth or Dare? Certainly there wouldn't be any possibility that she would be falling victim to this horrifying game. Troll didn't need any of this. She didn't need this sweet smelling food baking in the oven, this fresh meat and crisp vegetables. The creature needed nothing.

Groaning in distaste as she entered the room, she placed the items down on the rather long coffee table, it's wood fine - small glass engravings swirling about it's textured frame. Though she was loud, and a bit unnerving, she could stop to appreciate a good piece of art when she saw it, couldn't she? Snorting, hair hiding her face, she stood up and pushed it away. When it wasn't telling her what to do, at least, she could move and do simple things. Troll couldn't escape from the terror of the spell though. Control was her job. Not the stupid spell's job to control her!

Shuffling back into the kitchen, she retried dips of many sorts, eying the door as she passed by. Was there anyone else coming here? She hoped so. The amount of food here would be far too much for her to consume on her own after it rotted. And she knew for a fact that half of these people's stomachs would explode, or they would get general illnesses to pass onto their children. Humanity was so disgusting. Of course, some of them...maybe some of them weren't human. After all. Who had bright red hair?

TROLL HAS CHOSEN

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NO ONE! AGAIN! ;)
"Still serving food. Well darn. Maybe she'll be able to join in eventually!"[/center][/blockquote]

[axie]

Just about anyone could show up for this thing, Axel figured, but he wasn't concerned. If it was Sora, he had a very Riku-y distraction on hand should an altercation spring up. But Axel didn't expect that from the kid he'd helped. On the other hand, if it was Xemnas, well...he'd just have to hope it wasn't Xemnas.

Riku's Replica was still silent as a tomb and didn't sit. Axel dimly figured that the only thing going on in that empty head was a lonely hamster wheel squeaking back and forth. But he didn't have to put up with the zombie's company for too long, since a young woman in red stopped by. He didn't recognize her, but as long as it meant a party Axel wasn't particular. "Just in time, help yourself," he said with a thoughtlessly graceful gesture, slipping his arm down from the upper cushions. He'd put it back later if he got the urge to seduce her.

Meantime, the demure footsteps that turned the Replica's head belonged to the young Nobody who'd haunted Castle Oblivion's halls like a golden-haired ghost. Axel raised his eyebrows at her, not precisely surprised to see her but if he'd had a heart he might be annoyed. Thought you were supposed to join with Kairi. Thought that was the plan, sweetheart, don't tell me you went and failed after I had to put on that show. She must've. Maybe that was why she kept from looking at him, and where the Replica was concerned maybe she still wanted to pretend she felt guilty. Axel rolled his eyes toward the doll, whose lips moved like he wanted to say Naminé's name and eyes hardened with concentration, but the moment passed and he stayed an empty shell.

Comforting. Axel didn't have to act like he cared as long as the toy remained a toy.

"Well this is unexpected," he drawled at Naminé anyway, but left the Kairi thing at that. If she changed her mind then so what. The important thing was that Sora was still alive, which meant Roxas still existed, in some shape or form.

He was going to go on to ask what the deal was on this party, but their hostess bustled in first and had to blink at her oddness. Not because he hadn't seen strangeness before--and a lot--but because it surprised him. Her voice had sounded human, but then, inhuman things could sound that way from time to time. Her refreshments didn't look like anything he could eat without a death wish, so he only smiled mirthlessly and watched her through casually narrowed eyes until she was gone. "Guess that leaves us." If no one else was going to start things off, Axel didn't mind. Jade flickered to the witch, but if she felt like staying quiet it wasn't his job to break the ice. He'd drag the truth out of her dare by dare once he had a bottle on hand. "So. Skell, right? Name's Axel. Got it memorized~?"

[Skell]

As her request was being processed, Skell turned her head to take note of the cute blonde who joined the party. Only, she didn't seem too outgoing, as she immediately sat in the chair closest to the exit. Sitting down beside the redhead, Skell crossed one leg over the other, satchel lying limp on the floor by her boot. Her dark almond eyes hopped from the girl, to the quiet silver-haired boy in the corner -- growing ever more distant, too, by his involvement -- and would have flashed to the redhead beside her had their hostess not step in.

"Oh, he-" she began, but the interestingly pigmented woman had returned back to the kitchen before she could finish, "--llo... oh." She sniffed. Not because she was ill or anything, but because she was dismissing the situation. The hostess would come back when she felt ready to; although Skell could not deny that she was highly interested in where she may have come from. Not that she wanted to interview her or anything... that would surely put a damper on the party...

Ah, yes. This was a party.[/i]

Skell turned to face Axel as she sat beside him, somewhat slouching into the couch to show she was comfortable and possibly relax the scene a bit, "Mmyes. That's right," she gave a smile at the catch phrase. It seemed so cheesy to her, "Haha, Axel, yeah? Got it..." She leaned over and reached in her bag for her paintbrush and scrawled up a couple glasses into her hand, setting them on the table for the other two, and scrawling up two more, stuffing her paintbrush in her coat pocket for convenience and gesturing one glass to Axel, "Care for a drink?" She set her glass down and grabbed the bottle of apple cider, pouring out some of the liquid into the idle glasses on the table. Her eyes flickered to the two silent seated ones across from her.

"You're more than welcome to have some..."

[Xemnas]

Humans at times could be so pathetic. For as Xemnas patrolled a world, a human felt the need to torment the Nobody's leader. And now that human followed Xemnas as a heartless. But as he was taken by the darkness, a piece of paper fell from his person, one that Xemnas had picked up. It caught his eye as it started 'You are invited!' Bending down as the human turned into a pathetic Shadow heartless and returned to the darkness, Xemnas picked up the paper and read through it. Seemed there was a gathering of people off at a distant area. A quick thought worked through his head, and his hand shot to the side as a portal of darkness appeared.

Xemnas still was unsure as to why he was attending this, but figured it would be an opportune moment to see how others acted during this time. And so he walked into the portal, and soon after appeared before the door to the party. His hood soon covered his face as he opened the door and walked in. Looking around, there were some people that he recognized... Others that he did not. Axel sat amongst them, as well as the Replica of Riku that Vexen had completed during his many missions at Castle Oblivion, and Namine, the nobody of the Human Kairi. There were two others there that he had not seen before, but nonetheless, he stepped forward and sat down in a seat farthest from any of the others.

'What a pitiful collection of beings. Axel, my own Organization member, yet traitor to the Organization. Namine, one who must be captured once more. And the Replica to Riku... A failed experiment by Number IV... Perhaps this was a futile travel after all. Stay within the shadows, heartless, until the time in which I call upon you once more.'[/color] He thought as he looked down, not uttering a single word to the group that sat at the table. He most likely would be outed by Axel at some point. But that did not matter. This gathering would end eventually... Either naturally, or by his hand... And then a discussion with Axel would truly take place.

[namine]

She had to remind herself constantly to not look at the Replica. If she did, the wave of memories that would come would be too much. As much as she wanted to own up to her mistakes like she had with Sora, this was not the time and place to do it. At Axel's snide comment she looked up for a moment, glancing at him before averting her gaze again. She didn't really want to confront him, either. At the moment, it seemed like the only person she saw herself talking to at some point at the night was the nice woman with the curly black hair.

And then the hostess burst into the room, looking as though throwing a party was the last thing on her list of things to do. Naminé frowned at her, watching as she left just as quickly as she had come. How much food was she making? More importantly, how many more people were coming? Naminé didn't want anymore people that she didn't think too fondly of to show up to the party, and make things even more awkward for her.

She spoke (or thought) too soon, because a few moments later the door opened again, and Xemnas came inside. Wonderful. That would mean tensions between him and Axel due to the redhead's betrayal to the Organization, and even worse for her because she had snuck out of Castle Oblivion when she was supposed to be a captive there. Naminé slouched a bit, sinking in the chair as if it'd make her invisible to everyone else in the room.

Thankfully, the woman who went by Skell was kind enough to get everyone a glass for some cider, even though she had never seen anyone create anything with a paintbrush before. Naminé looked curiously at her for a few moments, before reaching over to get herself a drink. She had never tried this sort of drink before, so when she sat back in the chair, she was almost afraid to try it. She took a sip, and the new sensation that came from it made her stop, eyes widening in surprise in wonder. She wasn't aware that she probably looked like a fool at the moment, but this was a whole new world to her, one she wasn't sure if she wanted to leave to go back to that awkward place called a party.

Unfortunately, that little bit of paradise would not last long enough. Naminé finished the last of the cider, and she placed the empty glass back on the table. Again that shy feeling kicked in, as she looked over towards the Replica. The cider seemed to have some sort of effect on her, though, because within a minute or two the shyness disappeared, and she found herself sitting next to the Replica.

”Hello.”

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[Troll]

Troll was finally able to sit down, feeling the fuzzy haze of her mind lift off, and in disgust, she moved over to a rather gnarly, unfriendly looking chair and sat down, getting comfortable in her own, weird way. Staring at all of the people, one last bout of magic sprouted from her mouth, "We're playing truth or dare. Someone start." She muttered, fiddling with her green hair quietly.

Hands drifted down to tug at her skirt, trying to make it a little longer. She didn't have to worry when she was standing, just when she was sitting. The back was definitely smaller then...Huffing, she stared around at everyone in the room, reaching out to try..maybe. Just. try this food. She'd have to be able to sit down with these pink-skins and eat soon enough, anyways. A hand reached out to snag a rib off of the table, and with a delicate bite she bit into the barbequed piece she made. It...wasn't...too bad. A little sweet, but...not too bad.

Continuing to take small bites, she occupied herself from being the first person to ask the dreaded question, 'Truth or Dare'. This game...back at her own home involved some rather grizzly habits. Involving spiked maces and bull whips. A most unpleasant situation for a young lady to be introduced to. Especially once they maimed your arm or the side of your head with a base ball bat due to a dare.

[axie]

[OOC: Sorry this took so long! Didn't realize it was my turn.]

Guess it's my birthday already.

Xemnas. It had to be Xemnas.

Of all the Organization members who could possibly have shown up to play, Axel preferred Xemnas only slightly over Saïx. The interesting part of this whole deal was the fact that he hadn't been instantly turned into a Dusk or worse the minute Xemnas stepped over the threshold. Maybe he was playing it incognito? The Superior had to know his build was recognizable to the Organization's every member, and Axel wouldn't be too surprised (well, at all surprised, but details) if Naminé could pick him out of a hooded lineup as well.

Fear might've been beyond Axel, but the rush of adrenaline sure wasn't, and life prickled at his senses more intensely than usual as he murmured some distracted acquiescence to the girl who was about to stop mattering anyway. In hindsight, betraying that this stranger had him on his toes probably wasn't for the best either, but he was surrounded by what--this chick and Naminé. If it came down to a fight, his only potential allies (and equally potential enemies) were few and fragile.

The fact that the Replica chose this moment to disappear in a puff of smoke with a noise like a pillow bursting made Axel start violently and call a chakram from thin air. It didn't really call for a reaction that extreme, but having Xemnas right there wound a guy's nerves pretty tight--not to mention just having someone pop out of existence was a little alarming to one whose own state of being (or lack thereof) was so precarious. A quick look to Naminé and then Xemnas confirmed that, no, this wasn't going to become an epidemic. Which was really too bad, because he could do without Xemnas about now.

Conveniently enough, their hostess was there to save the day--or at least divert attention from all the betrayals and death wishes humming just beneath the surface. Axel let the fire take his weapon and crossed his arms. "Truth or dare, huh..." Well hell, he wasn't about to pull that on Xemnas. Naminé he passed over with a thoughtful exhale, and jade eyes rolled towards the chick in red. "Skell, right? I'm guessin' you won't like the dare I got in mind, so what's your dealio here?" Useful enough. He didn't really expect her to be honest, since Truth or Dare was the kind of game one played with people likely to keep those truths and dares to themselves, but hey. As long as it was a game, he could play by the rules and still might get something useful out of it.

[Skell]

Soon as she finished off pouring the drinks and leaned back to enjoy her own, she was surprised to see another person enter the party but remain as anti-social as could be by taking the furthest corner away from everyone else. She'd figured that maybe it had something do with that coat... it was a commonality between him and the guy with the horrid scarf next to her.

"You guys get off on the wrong foot or something?" she slyly muttered to the redhead, paying him not so much a glance away from her drink and to the scene happening from across the room. A crack of a smirk broke out on her face at the sight of the drink having some effect on the girl -- it must've been completely psychological. There wasn't any alcohol in the drink... maybe it was just the fizz. In any case, a dare began to formulate in her mind regarding that blonde and the boy she was sitting up close to, and it was probably for the best that he promptly decided to disappear in a puff of smoke.

Really though, how old were they? Couldn't be older than sixteen, right?

"Welcome back, hostess..." she greeted with a raise of her glass, gesturing toward the last free one on the table. The hand withdrew back to herself as a Truth was directed at her, and a rather tame one at that. Oh, come on now... that was no fun...

"Well... I study things, for drawing and for my own curiosities. In fact..." she eyed the coat, "I'd like to study things that wear your jacket. I stumbled across one of you -- assuming that there's more than one of you now because of that guy..." she gestured to the silent one, "Because I have a hunch you might be a Nobody. I'm quite interested in them... but... for another time, I suppose. I don't like to mix work with pleasure."

Her eyes darted around the room, landing on the blonde with a narrowing of her eyes.

"You. I dare you to give a little dance to ol' stiff over there," she pointed at Xemnas, "Maybe that'll wake him up..."