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3 mos ago
That one concept you've been dying to use in an RP for forever, but for one reason or another, never got to use yet! lol
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8 mos ago
If you're ever disappointed, it's okay. All will be well. :) Let that bittersweet sting motivate you to create something wonderful.
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1 yr ago
Maybe I can make time for 1 RP. Right?
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2 yrs ago
Going on an indefinite hiatus from this site due to burnout, mental fatigue, and long working hours. Thanks everyone for the amazing RPs I've been in over these many months!
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4 yrs ago
I hope everyone has been safe and well here. <3
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Was just laid off from my job a few days ago, so I haven't been able to focus on anything other than finding a new position.

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Hope's Battle Theme
Hope's English Voice
Hope's Japanese Voice
🌹 "Thank you mother, for this magic I can use to protect others." 🌹

🌹 Time: Nightfall🌹 Location: Inside a dark forest 🌹 Interaction: Yasha (Special NPC) Lein@PigeonOfAstora Cecilia@Rune_Alchemist Fanilly@VitaVitaAR🌹



Hope fought valiantly as the ambush raged on, echoes of clashing steel reverberating against the surrounding trees. He continued what he knew best, magic. With his rapier held like a wand, he continued flinging magical bubbles at his foes, knocking them back with such force that they either died from the concussive blast or immediately went unconscious. Eitherway, the fewer bandits that remained on the foot, the safer he and his comrades would be. But it was difficult to see how many of them were truly left. With the darkness encasing them, anything beyond their current fight was a mystery.

Yaheol, Hope's angelic summon, didn't seem to grow weary. In fact, it's innate desire to protect its master only emboldened it to fight harder, glowing brilliantly with an intense ferocity that even Hope sometimes found difficult to emulate. While Hope encased bandits in giant bubbles and lifted them high up into the sky past the canopies, Yahoel pierced their flesh with its glowing white feathers. And when a sword swung against its frame, the angel's swiftness and flight easily allowed it to dodge them. But in truth, it did incur a minor gash during the fight so far, blood trickling slightly down its lower left wing.

Entrapping another bandit in a bubble, Hope ran over the angel and inspected it's wing. "You've been hurt..." Hope said, motherly concern showing on his lovely countenance. Yahoel smiled, unfettered, "It is nothing my lord. All that matters is your safety." Hope shook his head, "No, that is not true. I am just as much part of you as you are of me. You must be more careful, I demand it."

The angel let out a harmonic chuckle, bowing as to regard its master's words. Before Hope could continue, Lein approached, leaping into action with his trusty bow at hand. As Yahoel went back into combat, Hope regarded the hundi with a warm familiarity.

"Sir Hope! It seems your beauty knows no bounds, on and off the battle," Lein said.

It was difficult trying to fight and conversate, but he tried to make it work. Hope lobbed a magical bubble at an incoming bandit and then turned to face Lein when there was a moment of reprieve, "Whatever do you mean Sir Lein?" Hope asked in a confused tone, completely unaware that Lein was referring to Yasha, the icy magic swordsman who continued to steal glances at him during the fight. The hundi didn't answer his question, only shifting his position as though to shield him from someone; Hope assumed it was the bandits.

"friend or foe! Allow me to be your trusty guard against those who would sully it." Lein continued, taking on quite a knightly persona, like the kind that might save a damsel in distress or a princess.

A soft chuckle escaped Hope's lips as he eyed the hundi, his sparkling blues cresting with a warm and doting gaze. Despite being the same age, Hope couldn't help but dote over his cute-tailed compatriot; Lein's childlike zeal was infectious. For a brief moment, Hope scratched behind one of Lein's ears, "How very chivalrous. I am in your debt, Sir Lein. Just promise me you won't get hurt on my account. Not you too." Hope said, referencing his injured angel. He gave Lein a knowing, maternal 'don't you dare' sort of look, before turning back to more incoming bandits, whom he quickly dispatched with another blast of magical bubbles. Hope found that it was becoming easier to deal with these bandits as he adjusted himself to their slower speed and predictable attack patterns.

When he finally eliminated his last bandit, Hope looked around and could see that the skirmish had come to an end. The Rose Knights were victorious, for now.

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With the current battle winding down and the Knight Captain narrowly dispatching a bandit who tried to one-up her, Hope stepped a bit closer to listen to her words. He watched as the remaining bandits were tied up as prisoners of war and for some reason, their shackles brought a sadness to his heart. The bandits' actions were unhonourable, no doubt. But the imagery of their enchainment seemed more painful than the lifeless bodies that strewed the forest floor. Hope was shaken from his revelry when the Knight Captain addressed he and Cecilia directly.

"We have little time to lose, so Dame Cecilia, Sir Hope," she addressed her chosen scouts, "As soon as you are able, your orders remain."

No words were needed. Hope simply nodded, reaffirming her commands from before the battle. He had not forgotten and was ready. His gaze fell upon Cecilia when she addressed him.

"Hope...heh, hope you don't mind working together." Cecilia chuckled, "I'd suggest having your spirits scout from above while I cover the ground. You can alert me to anything they see and I can hopefully take 'em out quietly if I have to."

This woman was a well-known figure within the Rose Knights, if not for her skill with a magic bow, then her proclivity for being a bit torpid if she could help it. But Hope understood what her position meant, and so he trusted her prowess, despite his personal experiences around her being limited. After she finished speaking, he gave her a knightly bow. She was far more experienced in combat than he was, so he was counting on her. And in truth, her spirited nature was encouraging.

"Of course not." Hope began, speaking gently and smiling softly, despite the devastation that lay around them, "I shall do what I can to support our mission. But..." he paused for a moment, thinking, "more vagabonds probably lie ahead. I will summon another spirit to look over us, to help even the odds."

Before following Dame Cecilia off the path and into the dark underbrush, Hope summoned another angelic spirit. Quickly, he recited the summoning incantation.

o' holy angel from distant regions,
stretch out thy teneberous wings and lead my enemies to their eternal slumber.
Kalaziel!


Unlike Yaheol, who seemed to fall from the heavens in a holy light, Kalaziel seemed to appear from below. This spirit resembled a stone statue of an angel, but its flesh appeared glasslike and transparent, and beating inside its body was a heart. Kalaziel was stiff in its movements as Yahoel came up on the other side of him, her form sensuous and feathers ever swaying with the night wind.

Hope looked at both of his spirits, telling them what they needed to do. Taking opposites sides of the road, the angelic spirits soared high up and disappeared into the darkened canopies, scouting just ahead of he and Dame Cecilia to warn them in case danger was amiss. Once he could no longer see the two angels, Hope caught up with Dame Cecilia and disappeared into the brush with her.


Vanburen Estate



After luring Thea to the brush with his sixth melody, Hither, everything happened so fast he didn't know what was going on. He simply went through the motions at that point. First time going through the mirror left him feeling a bit squeezy like he had some kind of supernatural vertigo. Then there was the strange skeleton being that came as quickly as it went. And so Blu didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything at all. He looked at everyone as they discussed what was going on, like how the Triple Goddess was already at the Vanburen Estate, with Sabrina and Georgie who got left behind and were in grave danger.

Blu thought about staying behind with the petrified corpse, but when Trisha offered, he relented quietly. But then he also thought about how his magic had benefited the group back at the abandoned resort, and he couldn't just stand idly by waiting for the others to jump into action. It was true, Blu still didn't know much about the Vanburen family or whether he was even truly a part of it, but in this present moment, regardless of his familial ties to them, there was no way he didn't help. Whether it be foolish or altruistic, Blu was stubborn enough to know that he wouldn't back down now.

When he arrived at the Vanburen Estate, chaos was already unfolding. The Triple Goddess was a magnificent being, scary and intimidating, but her aura billowed with the power of the ancients. Blu's hypersensitivity was on full blast in her presence, her aura almost smothering him. As the ice spikes rained down upon them, Blu hid behind Oscar's earth wall, and grabbed onto Sabrina's arm to steady her when Oscar had to suddenly let go. An ice shard made it through, just before the wall fully came up. It grazed Blu's cheek, leaving a painful gash. He winced, gritting his teeth.

Near them, Blu looked over to Justin and Tuyen. He marveled at Justin's flaming ball attack and the ferocity that it hit the Goddess. His gaze then fell onto Tuyen, who he hadn't seen since his group left for the resort. The shadowy figure that erupted from her was like something out of a nightmare. It defended her, but not perfectly. Blu noticed the blood dripping from her arm, and he would of ran over to her if not for the ice shards that pelted Oscar's wall. Seeing the fervor in their spirits to fight the Triple Goddess made Blu feel like he needed to do something, now. He thought for a moment, still steadying Sabrina in his grip. Once he was sure of what he would do, he let go.

With Oscar, Justin, and Tuyen occupied, Blu turned to Sabrina. "I think I might have a way to help your family defeat this...Goddess." He didn't wait for her to respond though. When he saw an opening, he dashed from behind Oscar and entered into the partially destroyed mansion. The sounds of madness erupted all around him, but he found a corner of the room just beyond the garage that hadn't been fully annihilated and he went to it, kneeling down on the floor as though in prayer. "My melody shall help them turn the tides, I know it." he whispered to himself.

Closing his eyes and bringing his ocarina up to his lips once more, he began to play Vitesse.



This new melody was more playful than the one he played at the resort. It was effervescent and lovely, a melody that might remind one of their childhood when they were vibrant and energetic, ready to take on the world. This is what the melody seemed to inspire in those who it affected. With this child-like energy filtering through, this melody had the power to not only amplify physical capabilities, but their powers would be amplified as well. It would feel like they just took some kind of drug, a supercharging sensation that would rush through their bodies and provide their powers with even greater capabilities.

Blu focused on all the Vanburens that were present, including Tuyen and Justin. Blu poured his amplifying music into them like he had never done for anyone else before. The streams of starlight connecting from his chest to their chests like a tether was radiant, like a web of light in the night sky. In a way, as Blu continued playing his melody, they were all interconnected somehow, perhaps they would even feel this strange sense of unification and togetherness, he being the conduit of this sensation. Of course, they had never experienced the full effects of Blu's magic, but it would be a welcome feeling, if not a bit odd and unfamiliar.

So long as they did not outright resist the unfamiliarity of his magic seeping through the fiber of their every being, they would indeed find that their magic could last longer, they'd have more control, and the sheer strength of their magic would seem more powerful than it may have ever felt before.

He would continue using his magic to make them stronger, or until he depleted his own magic reservoir or something or someone interrupted his efforts.




☾ Time: Morning, Present Day ✩ Location: Tanner, WA, (Washington Manor --->Coven Household) ✩ Interaction: No one yet. ☽


Yuna couldn't go back to sleep last night, not after her brother suddenly showed up nearly two days behind schedule and in the wee hours of the morning no less. No phone call, no warning, no nothing. After talking for a while, Cai went to sleep in his old childhood bedroom and she went to her desk to do some homework for university. She did this for about an hour or so, completing assignments, studying her materials, and preparing herself for her next class period. It was still night though, with starlight filtering through her windows and reflecting off her spectacles. She took the glasses off, rubbing the bridge of her nose until her eyes suddenly fell on a handful of envelopes sitting on the corner of her desk.

They looked old, wrapped in golden sleeves, and addressed to her father, who then, passed them on to her. She stared at these envelopes for a moment, sighing deeply, knowingly, tapping her fingers on the wood of the desk. Yuna very much understood why he gave her these envelopes every month and she came to realize how much it displeased her to fulfill them. But alas, she was the perfect daughter after all, and with no slumbering dreams to beckon her, this was as good a time as any to get it over with.

Yuna reached for the envelopes, turning each one over and opening them up with her gilded letter opener. Inside the first envelope was a piece of paper and a photo. She looked at the photo intensely, etching the face of an older gentleman with a toupee deep within the recesses of her mind. Once the image was thoroughly locked in her psyche, she opened up the folded paper to find a name (Harold Galbrath), a birthday (October 27, 1964), and a blood type (O+). The parameters of her magic were clear, but it always amazed her how some people failed to follow even the most basic rules. This patron, however, got it right.

"Harold Galbrath..." Yuna whispered, letting the name roll off her tongue. She straightened herself and turned the piece of paper over, tapping the tip of her quill pen against her tongue and then dipping it into a small tin of ink. She held the quill over the paper briefly, calling on her magic as it filtered through her body and into her hand. Suddenly, her face went still, her eyes dilated, and she fell into a trance. A magical light glimmered around the quill as a shapeless ghostly creature no bigger than a slice of bread appeared. With full lips and lines for shut eyes, the summoned creature formed two hands. These hands stretched out from its vaporous body and latched onto Yuna's hand.

Like a puppet, the creature directed the movement of Yuna's hand, creating flourishes and poetry in a handwriting unlike anything that existed in the modern world, though it was beautiful. As Yuna's body wrote, she herself was not conscious during the process, she never was. Her consciousness, in those brief moments, would drift far far away. Only after she wrote the prophetic poem and the Lovely Ghostwriter, as she called it, disappeared, would her consciousness return. Shaking her head, coming back to herself, Yuna looked over the poem she had no recollection or memory of writing. She did, however, learn how to better interpret the poems once they were written. For poor Mr. Galbrath, his immediate future did not bode well.

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At sunrise, Yuna prepared for the meeting at the Coven Household. She followed her normal routine, giving herself additional time to do her hair. When she went into Cai's bedroom to check on him, he was gone; to where, she had no clue. When she called him, he did not pick up, only after the fact remembering that he lost his phone with his luggage at the airport. With no time to go searching for him or to call for a premonition of some sort, Yuna instead looked to the aid of her familiar. With her father off doing CEO things, Yuna cut up some apple slices and munched on them as she exited her home. It only took a second before her familiar appeared before her, its form as a black crow this time around.

The familiar perched itself on her shoulder and she smiled at it warmly, a smile very few others got to witness.

"I imagine Cai is off being impertinent or doing something reckless, don't you? Go find my brother please and report back to me once you do" she said to it telepathically. The crow nodded and then soared off into the sky, disappearing behind a canopy of trees. Yuna watched closely until it was out of sight and then she proceeded to the Coven Household.

The building loomed as she approached it, its historic reverence magnificent even now.

But Yuna was not filled with fresh excitement, none of the novice thrill that some of the others may have experienced. Yuna had always been in Tanner, so there was no sense of a return to the familiar. In any case, Yuna already lived through this moment. She'd seen this very occasion in her dreams. From Victor to Elias to the deadbeat Carlisle to even the new girl Catherine, Yuna had dreamed of this rendezvous weeks ago. So any inkling of interest she may have held had been wasted during slumber. So when she entered the meeting hall where everyone waited (as she had seen in her dreams), Yuna simply gave each of them a demure smile for acknowledgment sake. Then she sat in a chair, crossed her legs, pulled out a mystery novel, and began to read. She tuned out the crosstalk and catch-up of her peers, allowing herself to settle into the peace and quiet of her own little world.
@Prisk

its no biggie. We can just run with it lol it can be a funny little easter egg thing lol
@Prisk

BAH! Sorry Prisk! I just realized I called your character Emilia Clarke in my post. LOL

With the new Game of Thrones series on my mind, I didn't even notice how it just slopped through!

So clever of you to integrate my blunder into Emilia's post. Brilliant! <3


DAY 1 γ€Šγ€‹ STEELWATER [Ground - Forest] γ€Šγ€‹ Late Morning γ€Šγ€‹ @Aeolian

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Peter fought valiantly against the horrendous creatures that approached. With his crossbow leveled and filled with arrows of light, he fired. One after another, the stigma creatures fell, their heads pierced by a light so brilliant and clean that hardly any of their biofluids spilled onto the forest floor. He continued this defensive effort for a short while, eventually putting the last creature to sleep with a sparkling spritz of golden dust. It wobbled and then crashed into an ungainly slumber mid-charge.

For a brief second or so, Peter stood over the creature, watching it closely. He heaved heavily, one breathe after another, carefully observing the monstrosity. After the ephemeral moment passed and Peter regained himself, the young man took out his sword and pierced it through. At once, the creature stopped and so did Peter, feeling a nugget of ease that no immediate danger presented itself. He turned back to the young girl who still slept in the hollow of the tree. As he turned to go back to her, he heard a rustle of branches and brush nearby.

Instinctively, he prepared to put the target to sleep, assuming it was another of those stigma. But as he turned around, he found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle. It's wielder, unfamiliar, some bob-haired woman wearing a uniform that was not UDF, not like him. She must of been one of those corporate mercenaries or something of the sort. When he finally noticed the BlackRock logo on her uniform, it all made sense.

"Who are you?", she said.

Peter paused, bewildered. He stepped back, lowering his crossbow and cautiously gazing into her eyes. "Peter...I..." Before he really had a chance to explain further, another woman appeared before them. She seemed to have fell from the sky, in a graceful descent that was magical and controlled. This wasn't a free-fall and the manner upon which she settled down to the dirt made Peter think that maybe she was like him.

β€œYou guys got here fast. Do you mind putting that weapon away or is this going to be one of those ugly encounters you hear the grunts complain about all the time?” inquired the second female voice, the woman holding up a weapon of her own to the first.

"You UDF?" The BlackRock soldier responded in question.

It took a moment, as Peter's gaze fell back and forth between the two women, hoping a brawl didn't break out. This not the time for a human quarrel with these creatures running around and an infected girl whose life was on the line. However, it didn't take long before Peter's attention remained intensely on the second woman. Peter noticed the special UDF badge on her uniform and he took in the features of her familiar face. Suddenly it struck him.

"She is..." Peter whispered, "like me...". He trained his gaze on the second woman with the intensity of a burning sun. It wasn't a glare or any look of animosity, nothing that might lead her to believe that he meant her harm. In fact, it was a look of fascination and disbelief.

"She's Emilia Clarke." he proclaimed, his mouth left slightly ajar in clear astonishment. He knew he recognized her, even her voice. He had seen Emilia's face on the airwaves and in the headlines. Most sang her praises as one of the most notable Aeons in the known universe. In many ways, she was like a celebrity, to the public and within the UDF inner circles. The Poster Girl, if you will. But Peter had no time to marvel or amuse any pleasantries. In a way, he felt slightly more comforted now that she was here, like a superhero had come to his rescue, minus the weapon being pointed at them. He looked back to the sleeping girl and remembered his mission.

"Please, I need you to help me." Peter started, turning his back on the two women and kneeling beside the girl in the hollow of the tree. Resting his hand on the her forehead, he could feel the girl's body temperature rising. It was getting worse. Without looking at Emilia or the other unfamiliar woman, he continued, "Actually, if both of you might help, I will be in your debt. You see, I arrived in Steelwater some time ago. I was separated from my team and I don't know where they are anymore. But, I suppose that doesn't matter for now...." Peter paused for a moment, taking the sleeve of his uniform to pat the sweat that began to form on the young girl's face, "I found this young girl alone and I'm sure she's been infected. I put her to sleep for now, but..." He didn't want to finish his statement of what might happen if they didn't act in time.

Finally, he stood up and faced the women once more, "I have to get her to the UDF Portable Research Station for treatment or she'll die." Peter's eyes filled with water, sparkling like stars, but no fell tears. He took a deep breath, holding his composure.

"If you help me get her there, I'll do whatever you want." His eyes moved back and forth between them, "Both of you."



Summary
DAY 1: After protecting the sleeping girl by fighting off stigma monsters, Peter is approached by two women. The first is Christina, a BlackRock soldier and the other is none other than Emilia Lange herself. He asks them for help in taking the infected sleeping girl to the UDF Portable Research Station for treatment, or else she will die.
I hope this doesn't feel 'dead' to anyone. I promised myself that I wouldn't shut anything down this time, so no need to worry about that if that has crossed anyone's mind. But, even if there is a narrative excuse for players/characters popping in and out, it can only make sense for so long. It's something to keep in mind.

<Snipped quote by Exit>

No, we need all the posts we can get.


Not dead, but it has slowed down considerably.

But that's the nature of these things sometimes, people floating in and out of activity. It's never wholely unexpected when it does happen.

Either way, I'm working on a Peter post now. Will have it out shortly!

But I do applaud us for reaching past 2 months. A lot of RPs don't even touch that. I'm proud of us who have stuck it to this point so far!

Cheers! :)
Second character ready for review.

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