#TheoreticalSituations

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3/6/18 (BONUS) OC Tables (Part 1)

1: Voirade The (Brilliant) Thief

2: Baxter Prague

3. "The Soul Designer"

4. "The Soul Designer's Assistant"

5. Storyteller

6. Walter Edgemond

7. Guy Gridley

8. The Servant of Sound

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"Walter Edgemond finds themselves locked into a malfunctioning elevator with "The Soul Designer's Assistant". What happens?"

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Walter: Shoot! The blasted thing's stuck! Ugh…

*Walter looks over at the Assistant to find that he's glowing in an impressive multitude of colors*

Walter: Well I gotta admit, Assistant, you sure know how to light up a dark room. You could easily pass for a popular idol here in Strength.

Assistant: Thanks. I'll try and take that as a compliment. Although I'd rather we focus on our current situation, if you don't mind.

Walter: Right, right. Always terse and to the point. Hey, help me out here. Maybe we can get this door open. And climb out, presuming we're near a floor.

Assistant: Sure. Here. Stand back for a second.

*The Assistant brings up what looks like a holographic 3D grid in front of him and overlays it with the crack in the door. The grid turns red in warning, but a moment later, a metallic blob appears in the grid and solidifies into a stake shape, with the pointed end facing directly in between the elevator doors. Moving forward ever so slightly, the stake gets jammed in between, and slowly opens them.*

Assistant: Now. I'll hold it here. Open it up the rest of the way.

Walter: Okay. Let me just….Hrrrrnnnngh!

*Walter, with his calloused hands and significant upper body strength, makes use of the opening and separates the two doors, revealing that they hadn't completely left the floor, and there's room for them to get out from the bottom. Assistant dematerializes the hologram, and the metal stake disappears with it.*

Walter: Hahah! There we go! Not bad teamwork, if I do say so! Classic stuff…

Assistant: Let's just get out of here. I don't like these small spaces.

*From outside the elevator, a voice calls out.*

Designer: Hey! Pixie! Are you alright?

Walter: Uh...You talkin' about your Assistant? Bwahahaha! Yes, he's fine! I'm fine, too, thank you!

Designer: Oh! Walter! Sorry, I didn't know you took the same elevator.

*Walter, in the meantime, crawls out from the bottom and drops down to the floor, with a little bit of help from Designer. Assistant soon follows.*

Assistant: Well that was different. Shall we proceed to the meeting?

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"Storyteller goes to 'The Soul Designer's funeral."

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Storyteller: ...I don't see any reason for this to happen. No. Let's go back a bit. There's no need for this. D=

*The scene fades to a paper-textured cream color, and you hear the sound of wind and fluttering pages.*

Storyteller: Cameron doesn't want to do this one, so neither do I.

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"Guy Gridley has to fight Walter Edgemond."

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Guy: I really don't see the point in this.

Walter: Haha! Maybe you don't, but you're looking like a mighty proud conniving villain if you ask me! What reality show are YOU from?

Guy: ...I'm no villain, Mr. Edgemond. I'm not trying to be, anyways. You must understand that I'm doing this for the good of EVERYONE.

Walter: Doing what? Convincing depressed and degraded people to commit SUICIDE? Have you lost your mind?!

Guy: I have lost a lot of things, Mr. Edgemond, but in fact, my mind is one of my most prized possessions. I pay a lot of attention to it. Try to think of things from my perspective. I know I do with yours.

Walter: What do YOU know?!

Guy: That all of this is pointless. The countless heroes and villains you deal with. The money. The fickle fame that comes with drawing the attention of millions of people for short periods of time. The fear-riddled culture this whole place reeks of. The only way you cope with all of it is by always showing that you're tough, and that if you pretend you're not afraid, maybe you won't be afraid at all. That if you play by the rules and don't cross any lines, you have nothing to be afraid of. But you KNOW that isn't true. Because the lines will get drawn closer...and closer...And closer...Until even people like you are thrown out like the trash. And you'll be picked clean. I know what it's like, Walter. Please.

Walter: Nnngh…...You just really like to put things in those tidy life boxes with your words, don't you? It's infuriating to hear stuff like that come from someone I barely even know beyond his misdeeds. What do you want from me, huh?

Guy: Your life. But not for me. For yourself.

Walter: Oh, come on, Gridley…

Guy: Yes. Here I am giving you a lecture on why you should die. What's the problem? I can make it look convincing. You won't have to take a SINGLE scrap of blame. No-one will know but me, and I make it a solemn point to never share personal details like this to the outside world if I can help it.

Walter: ……But...I have people to ca-

Guy: Do THEY care about you? They only like you because they see you as a resource. And they treat you as just some person. When was the last time one of your coddled protagonists ever asked you about how your day was going? They never do that, do they? Or what about all of the literal garbage you begrudgingly buy from them to stay in line with what the reality shows want? They say the profit you make is from the 'heroes' themselves, but the 'heroes' don't tell you any of the other stuff they do, do they?

Walter: ……

Guy: Walter, please don't do this to yourself. If you die, it will finally break the system. They'll realize what they've done and what they're missing. That you, and anyone like yourself shouldn't be pushed like this. You will be the great sacrifice that helps TRULY save this town. You won't be missed. You'll be revered. I will see to it that everyone knows about you.

Walter: …...Let me go. Please. I don't want to look at you.

Guy: I...Hm.

*Guy raises his gun at the back-turned Walter and fires*

Guy: May this world be blessed with your understanding.

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"Voirade and The Servant of Sound go on a quest to save Baxter Prague."

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*Voirade and TSoS are riding in the back seats of a monorail train.*

Voirade: ...It's been too long, see? I can't believe it's been years, already…

SoS: TTS_Yes.mp3

Voirade: ...I'll be damned if I haven't been wantin' to return Snatcher to you ever since that day. They was wantin' to destroy your music, see? I couldn't live by that. Kekeke...Nah, not me. I'm a thief, but I has me limits.

SoS: TTS_I'm_Glad_You_Kept_Him_Safe_For_Everyone.mp3

Voirade: Yeah, me too, see? We gotta find Baxter, though. Only he can put the two of you back together again. Then maybe we'll get to finally see what it was like when you were fully human. Kekeke!

SoS: …

[[[The other prompts will come later. This was all I could do for today. Thank you again for reading.]]]