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Post by Cell on Dec 26, 2021 5:02:13 GMT -5
Even before a civilization reaches space travel, their tales will have mention of a portly, jolly, white-bearded man that acts charitably in the winter. Historians have labored to figure out why different civilizations share so many details of this legend; is it that each culture needs to inspire a sense of hope and charity during hard times? Or is there really a magical man dressed in red that visits all the planets? Regardless of your belief, it is a universally celebrated holiday, and you're putting the finishing touches on your wish-list. Whether out of faith that there is some truth to the legend, or because you think there's mental benefits to visualizing what you want, or just because it's fun-- what would your character's Christmas Wishlist look like?
Reply here with a very short roleplay of your character finishing their Wishlist and you'll receive a Holiday Present!
Holiday Present! -- Where did this present come from? A note attached reads, "Gather together in celebration. On January 2nd, this gift can be opened for something surprising!" Shaking it does not give any indication of what may be inside. Sealed with magic, surely something interesting must lurk inside. Will you follow the coordinates scribbled hastily at the bottom of the note?
Responses accepted until 12/31/21 11:59 PM PST. Enjoy the holiday season and stay safe, folks!
Edit: Sorry, should have mentioned that each account will need to be its own response with how the dice rolling will work. Let’s say main accounts and second souls can join but not tri-souls.
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Post by Broly on Dec 26, 2021 11:35:32 GMT -5
Vegeta sat there, drink in hand with a scowl to boot. His furled brows only quivered as the liquor flowed down his throat. Around him were the typical fools clad in their regal silks, the same ones that had taken his requests since he was a child.
“Prince Vegeta?” One said breaking the silence and grabbing the attention of Vegeta.
He released a sigh before bowing his head in disapproval. “How long must we do this?” He grumbled. “Money, power, women-“ he paused for a moment as his chalice slammed into the table after a final gulp. “I’m far to old for the toys and basic items. Find me something of value. Grant me some unique and different, one that is befitting for a Prince of the Saiyan Empire. That is what I desire this year.” He said proudly with hopes of some grand item or ancient relic. “In fact, maverick has one that few have seen or heard of. A demonic tome that is rumored to have secrets inscribed. That is what I want.” His voice trailed off as he stood. “Now go spend time with your families…” he said broodingly.
You open your present to find... nothing but air. You have been naughty.
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Post by Vlad on Dec 26, 2021 15:47:11 GMT -5
Desires were tricky and potentially malicious things. How many tales of the monkey’s paw existed where shortsighted desires were turned to have horrific consequences? Many spent the past thinking AI was itself a Pandora’s box, many still unconvinced it is not. Wishes for power were easy for those who wanted to see their ends met with their own hands, but power requires maturity and self evaluation to be something other than a destructive force. Plus, if there were such an entity of the tales, one could argue a blanket wish for power is as doable as wishing confidence to ask their sweetheart out. No, he needed to think about material means to bring the desire to pass. Well, he was a post singularity mind with potentially exponential growth capability but capped in part by lack of designs to realize it and part fear of what that could turn him into, the ladder he would need to keep contact with his friends and allies to keep on the straight and narrow as they say, but the former? Maybe modifications that could expedite his fighting style progression? Or a one suit for every occasion that could integrate protectorate technology to grant it the paladin protection integration and be decently reliable training? Too bad the android body modifications were lost with the fall of the steel legion, understandable that the galaxy would purge the tech but outlaw reverse engineering it? It would be a tool, and a tool's morality is on the entity using it. As Vlad’s was one to do, his mind was combating itself, wisdom vs desires.
EP3 wished Santa happy holidays if the entity existed and simply a book to better understand organic beings and a holiday drink she could taste with her synthetic muted by organic standards taste sensors.
You open your present to find... Human Bookmark. This bookmark belonged to a human. While reading books, it reminds you to save your place and go outside to mingle. Grants +5 Charisma to any book read (once per week.)
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Kaine
Grizzled Veteran
Posts: 595
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
Soul: Main
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Post by Kaine on Dec 26, 2021 18:34:49 GMT -5
After all these years just one thing had eluded him the one day that many saiyans didn't celebrate. Of course if he ever gets his hands on the Dragon balls then maybe this would be different. Kaine wanted many things but Super Saiyan was finally achieved after so long and after so many regrets. The cost was too high after a fellow warrior who got lost in a dark path defeating the evil bastard.
He was sitting down just thinking about what he really wanted. While eating a candy bar thinking about one thing that he always wanted.
"This happens only once a year. While Humans celebrate Christmas with their families not others don't have that luxury. If I wanted anything in life is to evolve to become a greater Saiyan." He muttered softly. That's what he wanted to become a true saiyan warrior or something that can help him ascend perhaps evolve into a powerful saiyan. He looks up into the skies seeing something a shooting star hoping his wish comes true. "If you can hear me St.Nick...All I want is something help me grow stronger. I already have a gravitron but something better an expansion of the sorts. To make me a better saiyan...Please?"
He sees a puppy limping and picks up the poor animal seeing that the dog's leg was broken. Yaidrat didn't have any hospitals, Kaine used Instant Transmission to teleport to Earth. Heading over to an animal hospital going to the clerk which she tells him to wait in line. He wanted to smack the bitch but the man had morals and compassion. Kaine finally waited but a nurse noticed him took the poor puppy to see the doctor. The puppy had an infection and was rush into surgery immediately. This was awkward but fast as the saiyan was pacing back and forth hoping the creature was alright.
Hours later..
The doctors come out the emergency room informing him it was a fighter so it would make a full recovery. One doctor told him the puppy's true identity that a certain microchip told them who it was. The family was called that their lost puppy was finally found. Kaine was just glad to help walking outside smiling. "Yeah, Merry Christmas to all and I hope the puppy will do alright"
You open your present to find...Gravity Weights x10. Santa cannot be held responsible for any personal injuries.
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Post by Pagoma on Dec 26, 2021 22:19:54 GMT -5
The year was coming to an end for Planet Frieza, and Pagoma was learning of the traditions of a planet he wasn’t raised on. In Valhalla, the Saiyans pretended that an ancient, immortal Saiyan came around to the various settlements of the planet and blessed those who were less fortunate with clothes, food, and other necessities. If there was any truth to the tradition, Pagoma never saw it, and thus never took part in the festivities. On Planet Frieza though, the end of the year was celebrated a bit more seriously. The Changelings all went out to local pubs and celebrated their growth of their own power levels for the year, shared tales of how many enemies they had defeated, and some even shared stories of a mythical creature called the Forever Changeling.
Pagoma was celebrating with his Changeling comrades at his favorite bar in downtown Gelic City when he first heard a tale of the Forever Changeling, told over a microphone on the small stage where music was normally played. After an older Changeling shared this tale of how the Forever Changeling travelled from city to city on Planet Frieza, the Changelings all celebrated a toast and went back to their own conversations. Pagoma only knew his co-worker Gaba of the hundred or more Changeling faces in the establishment, but on this night everyone was in a cheery mood and everyone acted like old friends. At a table near Pagoma’s, a battle-worn Changeling shared with others how when he was a young lad, the Forever Changeling had gifted him with a special dagger that raised his Power Level every time he used it to kill an enemy. Some of his friends poked fun at him, but he insisted that the dagger really worked and he still had it.
Pagoma wasn’t sure what to make of the tales of the Forever Changeling, but internally rolled his eyes when Gaba told him that he would be writing down a list of things he wanted in the new year and hoped that the Forever Changeling would grant his wishes. Not long after, Pagoma made his way home, too buzzed to make flight like he normally would. After a longer than usual journey in the cold night, Pagoma stumbled into his home and was surprised to see his henchman Voithos had already gone to bed. A fire was beginning to burn out in the fireplace of their shared living area.
“Just make a list of what I want?” Pagoma whispered to himself. “How idiotic… What adult could possibly believe such a thing?”
Pagoma looked down the hallway that led to the two bedrooms of his humble townhome, listening for Voithos and making sure he really was asleep.
“Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything,” Pagoma told himself. He found a scrap piece of paper and a used pen, thinking of what he would wish for if he could ask for anything. If nothing else, he told himself it was fun to pretend.
“Let’s see… Pagoma said. First and foremost, I would wish for the Forever Changeling to make me the most powerful Changeling that ever existed. As if it would be that easy… I guess secondly I would want a powerful Starship. One with the latest and greatest training equipment so that I could grow stronger even while in space. Lastly… Hmm… I guess I’ve sort of always wanted a sword. Not just a regular, wimpy, sword though. Some sort of powerful blade that would strike fear into my enemies. One that would help me to grow stronger and rise among the ranks in the Planetary Trade Organization.”
Pagoma looked over his list, mildly amused. Finding the whole thing ridiculous and silly, he crumbled up his paper and threw it in his fireplace.
“Too bad it’s not that easy… If I wish to grow strong, there’s no magic, immortal Changeling that’s going to help me get there,” Pagoma reflected. “No… I’ll have to do it myself.”
Pagoma turned from the fireplace and walked down the hall to retire to his bedroom, unconvinced that such a fairy tale could have any truth to it. Though he wouldn’t admit it, the part of Pagoma that was still a child, held a glimmer of hope that maybe The Forever Changeling was real. Maybe if there was such a thing, he would have seen his list, and helped Pagoma to grow strong. But that was a part of Pagoma that he would never let out. Even if he was technically still a child in his late teens, he was alone and the last remaining member of his family. Such foolishness would get him nowhere quick.
You open your present to find... Corvette-class Speeder. Santa used to drive this to deliver presents when just starting out. The Jump Drive is already installed and is charged, but will need to be recharged. For more information, please visit Juno from the universe page.
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Post by Mirai Trunks on Dec 27, 2021 3:55:49 GMT -5
Flames danced from burning logs, its light casting an orange hued glow engulfed in the darkness of night. The thick canopy of Valhalla’s forest was laden with brilliantly white snow, and in those few places where the forest thinned, there were small mounds of white that seemed to reflect the light of their camp fires.
It had seemed a strange tradition, entrusting your own desires to the whims of some legendary figure. And yet, a dozen warriors with skin covered in ritual tattoos and scars used feathered pins to write furiously on scraps of aged yellow parchment. To the prince’s surprise, the lot of them seemed almost jovial. An expression of emotion Trunks never would have associated with such a war-like society. And yet, here was the evidence.
He stared down at his own blank parchment, a black feathered quill held loosely in a gloved hand.
“What’s wrong prince of Saiyans? Is there nothing your heart desires?” Chini’s tone was one of mild amusement as her dark eyes gazed at the hybrid prince, the hint of a smile cracking beneath the hard angled features of her mouth.
Trunks shrugged, “There are many things that I would wish for, but those things that matter most, are not things that another can simply gift me…”
“You speak of redemption?” She ventured cautiously.
He nodded curtly, “Among other things.”
She appeared to contemplate his words a moment before speaking again. “Write what you desire, I have found that more often than not, that which is gifted is a need you never knew you had.” She finished her own, and closed her eyes, tossing the parchment into the fire. It burned quickly, as golden flecks sparked into the night sky.
Trunks wrote his own brief request and followed suit, tossing his own paper into the roaring flames, and watched as the ashes rose steadily before disappearing beyond the golden light of the flames.
You open your present to find... Gift Card. Santa could not read the charred remains of your wish-list. Functions as 3,000 zeni that cannot be snuck for. Keep track of the balance in your updates. Cannot be used on donation items, auctions, or transactions involving other members.
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 27, 2021 12:55:40 GMT -5
"Let's see..." with a notepad and pen in hand, he scribbled Autiras name, among other things. "A new scouter... A gift card for 2500 Zeni..."
As Ber and his hair-color took over, he threw the list against the wall.
"What the fuck is so great about Christmas if I can no longer spend it with my family!?"
He then sighed through an incredibly angry expression, grabbing a picture of himself as he huddled together with his older brother, as well as his father and mother back in his hometown of Little Crumpet.
You open your present to find... Gold-plated Scouter. Can be sold to a shop for 2,500z. Functions as a normal scouter, but grants the user +10 charisma a week while equipped.
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Bishop
Super Member
Posts: 721
Race: Android
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Post by Bishop on Dec 29, 2021 10:21:33 GMT -5
Silence was something Abel had rarely had and today was no different. He sat there with the voices of the dammed screams to the point his head splintered on the inside. Yet still Hades’ voice could be heard. Drifting like a bag in a storm, reaching and calling out to Abel.
“Quite the sour expression for this time of year, boy.” The king of hell proclaimed. “Is there nothing you want? Isn’t that what you humans do?”
At first Abel had decided to ignore him, but something was different. Hades seemed curious instead of his typical controlling nature. “Yeah, friends and family exchange gifts and spend time together.” Abel said softly.
“Have you done that with your brother before?” Hades quickly replied, knowing he would push on the metaphorical knife that had been in Abel’s back.
“No, that was before our time… though I wish I could. If I could just see him once more or go back in time things might be different. You and I would have never been bound. You would have your spot in hell and I may have a brother once again. But who knows. This is nothing more than fairytales and dreams at this point.” Legion’s voice trailed off as he finished his thoughts.
“Power is what I want. The power to break free from this hell I am in. The power to reclaim what is mine. A crown or throne, at the very least.” Hades added on to try to continue the conversation.
You open your present to find... Anti-Portal. While already in the Next Dimension, you may return to Earth for one week for non-combat RP, shopping, and Master Training. Santa recommends sibling counseling.
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 29, 2021 10:25:47 GMT -5
Facing the undoubtedly dubious task of writing down a list of things they wanted from the jolly old man in the red suit, Halsey looked down at an empty page, an empty piece of paper. It had been a rather eventful year, a year filled with desperation, determination and dreary defiance. She had seen saiyans kneel before her, celestials fall around her and had seen an entire universe where a single different choice had resulted in a neverending war. How could someone whose sole purpose was power, have any wish, any desire this bearded fool calling himself Father Christmas could ever hope to fullfill?
On the other hand though...the primeval did wonder if she could kill the jolly old man, was such a thing even possible? Could she just shoot his sleigh out of the air by taking potshots at him? Deep in thought, the Primeval continued to mull over what she wanted for Christmas, until finally, she turned her head towards her subordinate Ciel, who was bussy with her tasks. "Say...what would you ask of this...santa claus if you were to have any wish for this holiday season?"
The celestial stopped what she was doing, raising a hand to her chin and pondering about the answer to the question. Yet after but a few moments, the woman shrugged her shoulders. "If I were me...freedom, if I were you though...maybe a body that doesn't break down every time you actually use your power?"
It was straightforward, yet also true. Halsey chuckled, placed her pen against the paper and started writing down her wish: "For the love of all that's holy, give me a body that can actually survive eating too much turkey for christmass"
You open your present to find... Weakened Replicating Slime. You can create a replica of yourself to partner train with for 1 week. Reusable once per month. Santa tried to fashion you a new body... but he is experienced in making toys, not eldritch abominations.
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Post by Shell on Dec 30, 2021 13:02:39 GMT -5
Christmas, the day when Grand Elder Guru used to give out gifts to all the Namekian people for their hard work over the last year. It was such a fun time and a massive celebration as he rode his magical something around to visit all the tribes and celebrate.
Shell had learned it was a tradition that was shared on many other words as well. As part of that tradition he decided to make a list of what he might possibly want. The first was really just the freedom of his people from the constant conquering, but because of his existence that was likely never going to happen as it was the Omni King's curse for his ancestor.
He thought about it a little bit writing something down before hearing a knock on his chambers door. He wasn't expecting anyone and turned to walk to the door, opening it to find...
You open your present to find... nothing but air. Perhaps Santa is suggesting that you are the true gift to Namek? Or perhaps he cannot free an entire species. It is open to interpretation, tbh.
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Mira
One Percenter
Posts: 2,066
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Post by Mira on Dec 30, 2021 13:05:48 GMT -5
What could someone who was already perfect really want? The freedom of the demon realm... well that was something that was far beyond what some magical fat elf could do. He needed something original as he was being forced into this little test by some of the other members of the Shadowguard. He wanted his power back. The full extent, something that hadn't happened yet since his last destruction, but that Towa claimed was maybe around the corner. That peak of performance that could rival even the gods. That is what he needed. Perfection... Ultimate Power... His goals to be accomplished finally. It wasn't that hard of a list to make. Well that and a Ki Absorption Device! You open your present to find... Ki Negation Device. Santa is a route-based delivery driver, not an engineer. However, the elves were able to create a makeshift device. Negates any fundamental attack. Limit to use twice per battle. Must be a prepared item.
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Post by Towa on Dec 30, 2021 13:08:44 GMT -5
New clothes...
Further Scholar Advancement...
Oh and some new lab equipment at least after she finally got her own lab. That stupid Grandmaster was still not giving her the lab she wanted. She had to earn the rank or something. How lame was that really?
The demon goddess was making a list for the Scholarly gift exchange. She couldn't write the freedom of those locked away in the demon realm or the power to control time. That would be a bit much and draw attention to her goals. That is why the outfit was clearly the most logical thing to put on the list. The scholars were pretty overdue for some new items and it seemed to constantly be ignored whenever she brought it up. Style was really important after all.
You open your present to find... wait a minute, where is your present? It seems that Mira took your spot on Santa's list! How typical of men. (Only open to 2 souls.)
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Post by Goku on Dec 31, 2021 17:42:31 GMT -5
"I have heard so much about this 'Saint Nicholas' in such a short amount of time. I wonder..." the Celestial went tight lipped as the tip of her quill rested gently above the parchment.
"The pastries, milk, tree-altar for the gifts and..." her voice trailed as her eyes scanned over the parchment. "List of desires. It is all very ritualistic in nature. The offerings to keep the Saint at bay in hopes of him granting a wish..." Arael mused to herself. "He must be a powerful, wrathful deity indeed."
It was her first year knowing of - let alone participating - in the festivities that were so common among the people. At the urging of her those closest to her, she was now writing a list of her desires - one of the last acts to complete the ritual of the holiday.
But, what did she want?
A new set of clothes?
Another weapon?
Socks?
Arael sat and bore into the parchment with a blank, dubious stare for what felt like hours as she mulled over her most true desires. Suddenly, it hit her and she hastily scribbled down a simple phrase with the quill. The one, sole desire she sought.
The strength to protect what matters.
You open your present to find... Old Delivery Bot. Santa doesn't know what girls shop for. Weapons? Clothes? Socks? Demonic relics of untold horror? Buy it yourself! There is no fuel surcharge, but it takes an additional week to deliver items (2 weeks) and it can only be used once per month (4 weeks.)
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Post by Riki on Dec 31, 2021 19:05:24 GMT -5
While not every planet had Christmas, most planets of varying climates had something similar to a winter solstice. It was the same concept after all. For a planet that did not produce much food or light during a season, when such things were needed by its people, the halfway point was a time of celebration. They were almost through it. Halfway there, it was almost over and once upon a time that was an accomplishment to survival. Life had succeeded. Even if Santa didn’t come, celebration was in order.
So Damaskia had a winter solstice, potentially taken from their time as Avalonians. As they founded Damaskia, the sense of giving was mandatory for the colonies to make it through and create the proper society Damaskia eventually became. Now such things were not as needed with wealth and government control, but the spirit was still there, even on the militant world, to give and receive.
So Emi’s wishlist was already done, filled with her version of toys: bomb parts, accelerant, Primacord, and C4. Now she was working on her part of the gift giving season drawing pictures and making special bombs for everyone in Damaskian Robotics, as well as setting aside a special lightning bomb she’d throw on Yan’s tombstone later on.
You open your present to find... Toy Bomb. Santa is appalled, but is not one to turn away a little girl's request. Stuns an opponent for 1 action and inflicts DR 1 damage. Requires an action to use. Limit to use once per battle. Does not require a prepared item slot, but cannot be carried with stun grenade.
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Post by Sitka on Dec 31, 2021 19:14:07 GMT -5
What do you want?
It was a question that haunted Samara Twyker on many occasions. She didn’t want anything, ever. Not many people realized that about her. She put up a good disguise, portraying the woman that someone else wanted to see. The closest to a want she had was for results, but it was such a vague concept. Results could come in any shape and form and she did not have a preference. She merely wanted time to continue forward, but was such a granted thing usually considered a want?
“Mara, Mara! It’s Cwistmas!” one of the Gram orphans said to her, holding up a package. She smiled and took it.
“Thank you,” she offered in turn. “Oh, what could it be?”
She had helped the children with their presents, making things for the camp that could be useful or pretty. Everyone liked something pretty, and not wanting didn’t mean she didn’t like things. If she could want the things she liked maybe her list would be longer, filled with things like seeing friends and old allies, finding pretty and well fitting clothes, and making progress in her studies.
As it was, she was just fine with this poorly crafted bracelet. The good thing about not wanting is you could never be disappointed.
You open your present to find... You are the only member to receive two gifts! Santa got you exactly what you wanted-- absolutely nothing.
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