NatronSpore

The creator is in a roleplaying drought right now.

As soon as he heard Ella tell him to hide, Ferro leaped up and dove into one of the beds. He lay there as still as he could, breathing slowly and rhythmically. There was only one explanation for Ella's strange behavior: something bad would happen if they weren't all in bed, and she had used the power they all shared to rewind time. Ferro waited to see what would happen.

(Cathos is missing.)

Just apply the basic principles of time travel and logic and it comes out right.

It has been confirmed to me by the RP's creator that this is indeed the way the déjà-vu power works.

Camellia's use is a good example. The person who uses it does remember what happened. That's how they are able to change events in their favor. The rest of us don't realize it has happened, and must act as such. We do, however, know that all of us possess this ability, so you can tell us you did it and the characters will know what you're talking about. I hope this is all correct. Please correct me if I'm not.

How about a little fire, scarecrow?

Ferro sat with the group around the candles. "The fire of those candles is actually tiny soot and wax particles glowing with heat. It's called black-body radiation." Ferro hoped the group would appreciate that. He had read that in a book somewhere. "Just trying to 'lighten the mood.' Get it?" Ferro cracked a smile.

Ferro~~~~~ Ferro had entered the hallway together with everyone else. Then he was suddenly sequestered from everyone. Ferro looked down the smooth, white-washed corridor ahead. Plates slid off Chips to hover protectively around him. "Let's go." he said to his friends, and began moving cautiously down the hallway. Cathos~~~~~ Cathos blinked as white walls built themselves around him. "I'm starting to have my doubts about these Kamyn." he sighed. "Not about the knowledge; this they have. I doubt their intelligence." Cathos prepared a defensive screen to throw up, then closed his eyes and expanded his consciousness. He sent his mind questing through the hallways. Finding the Doctor, he formed mental contact. "Meet up with me, here." he spoke into the Doctor's mind, forming a mental map in their shared consciousness and pointing out a meeting point halfway between them. "If the halls shift, I'll contact you again." Withdrawing his mind back to his body, Cathos began a steady walk toward the place he had designated.

Ferro shook himself. This was no time be standing doing nothing. His father had always said you should never have extra time on your hands. Looking around, Ferro saw a group of people had gathered. Safety was greatest in numbers, and these were the only numbers around right now. Ferro walked over and stood to one side, trying to understand what they were saying. Something about training? What was all this talk of dragons and other nonsense? Dragons were fairy tales! Ferro wondered where the old man had gone. He had a feeling he would know about all this.

I'm wondering what the hell is happening. I'm pretty sure people are forming a group, but beyond that, I don't know.

Ha!

(It's just so great that you happened to write Effington.)

Basically, my character is me. Except for the clothing bit.

(Are people messing up Efenton's name on purpose? And that picture is from Infinity Blade.)

Name: Ferro Varcness Age: 17 Gender: male Appearance: medium height, fairly thin, not muscular. Ferro has mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He favors wearing blue jeans and grey tops. He is very intelligent, but lacks good social skills. Overall he can be described as plain in appearance. Turn Back the Clock

Cathos~~~~~ Cathos flung mental energy forward, forming two singularities of high density right in the path of the of rushing arms. The many tiny bits of energy that composed the arms could not resist being pulled into small, dense spheres around the points. As soon as all the particles were collected, Cathos formed two shields of mental power and surrounded the particles with them. The spheres solidified, and dropped to the ground, the golem's arms now contained within. The corner of Cathos's mouth twitched into a grin. The things you could do with the mind were so diverse.

Looking at the last post made, people need to remember that not every group knows the truth yet. Only the platinum, silver, and gold teams do.

You mean a sequel-sequel-sequel.

Ferro~~~~~ Ferro's face became impassive as he listened. "Does this mean my friends. . . are they also made of nanobots?" he asked, referring to Chips, Birgitte, and Vell. Not a word came from any of those three, but a sort of stunned impression. "And another thing. I'm missing one. An artifact, I mean, like my friends. A suit of plate mail. Could it be here?"

Rubble and dust sloughed off Ferro s he shakily came to his knees. Filled with shock, he looked around. There had been a ceremony just a moment ago, filled with more people than Ferro had ever seen. And now there was more death than he ever hoped to see. His dulled eyes fell on the old man standing in the middle of the wreckage. A thought floated through Ferro's head: could that old man have caused this? The thought was buried beneath the shock. Ferro stood, and gaped.

I come at last. Name: Ferro Lerwik Age: 16 Gender: male Appearance: Ferro is of medium height, but built strongly. Despite his build, he is still scrawny. His hair is a brown mousy color, and his eyes are a dark brown. He wears a simple pair of sneakers, blue jeans, a light grey shirt and a brown-greenish fleece jacket. Overall, his appearance is very plain. Ancestor: an English farmer, during the time of the Black Plague Bio: Ferro grew up on a farm with his parents and sister. It was not a huge farm, but large enough that his family was well off. As the younger sibling, Ferro often got stuck with such jobs as chopping wood and chasing away rats while his sister worked with their father, planting and harvesting the crops. He was bitter about this, until last year, when his sister went off to college and his father needed his help with the planting and harvesting. He proved to have a knack for it, and for the first time in his life Ferro had the approval of his father. But then he was offered a scholarship to North Star Academy, and his father told him he could not refuse. Crestfallen, Ferro went to school. Weapons: Ferro carries a small sickle with him. It really is better for cutting plants than fighting, but it has helped him out a few times. NESW

Like many flies, Rigger's eyes were multifaceted and placed more to the side of his head. He had 360-degree vision. The human's attack did not surprise him. The human's skill did surprise him. He had had easy pickings at this spot before, but never had Rigger encountered a human possessing as much skill as this one. If Rigger wasn't a twisted being, he would have respect for the human. Because Rigger was a twisted being, he only felt annoyance. And glee, the glee of the hunt. Rigger skittered sideways on the rock wall, causing the blade to miss and bury itself in the stone. Pushing off from the wall, he disgorged a gob of sticky acid at the human, then shot the gob with a stream of hot liquid. When the two fluids contacted, a sudden, powerful chemical explosion occurred. Rigger buzzed his long dragonfly wings as he crossed the ravine in the air, wondering if his meal would be crispy or not.

Let's not start an argument. What's done is done. All we can do is apply this to future events.

Forward time travel? I've never thought of it that way. . . Huh.