AlteredTundra

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Vivian felt like she was struck by a tsunami.

Which made sense because Greyson was the Son of Poseidon, but also because as fast as her name was being called, the Daughter of Apollo soon found herself going from idle waiting to being solely responsible for showing the -- what did she say she was again? A Huntress of Artemis? Did that mean this Claire was a daughter of Artemis? Wait no, she remembered dad telling her once that Artemis didn’t birth children. She trained warriors like Wonder Woman.

Oh man, that reminded Vivian that she needed to watch the latest Wonder Woman movie. The one with Pedro Pascal in it. She’s heard mixed things, but she wanted to see it for herself.

“Wait what was I doing again?”

BLinking a few times, she heard Greyson say to meet him and the others at the hill in half an hour.

Half an hour.

Thirty minutes.

Right. This was doable, right? Yeah, she could totally show...uhh, the not-daughter of Artemis-but-still-weirdly-relating-to-Arty around.

WAsn’t there something else her father told her about Artemis? Something she was forgetting about?

“Artemis...Artemis…”

A noticeable gasp escaped Vivian’s lips as she turned her confusing expression into a wide smile, grabbing Claire’s hands as she brought the girl into an impromptu hug. “Artemis is my aunt! And even more, she and my father are twins! So that practically makes us twin sisters, doesn’t it?” As she said all of this, Vivian was squeezing the girl so close that she thought she might suffocate her.

And maybe she did, so she let go, backing away a few steps. “Sorry!” She gave the girl an apologetic expression. “I...can get carried away sometimes.” That was the God’s-honest truth and it was something Vivian was working on not doing as frequently as she did.

Nobody was perfect.

When she dialed it back and found herself brushing off not only herself, but did a mental brushing off, her hyperactiveness settled and Vivian stared at her fellow blonde, smiling at her in a normal way.

“Do it myself? Don’t be silly! Grey-Grey said I have thirty minutes. And, what you’ll probably be staying at, uhhh…” She tried to think if there even was an Artemis Cabin or not. She didn’t necessarily excel at this part. Her lessons in the layout of camp haven’t been great. She only knows her way to the beach because that’s her happy place. “I think there’s a cabin somewhere...over that way?” She pointed to her right where she saw the forest. “Or that might be where the tents are.”

Vivian thought and hummed for a few moments, looking away and to Claire frequently. “Are you more of a cabin girl or tent?” She asked matter-of-factly.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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Zestasia had never felt more useless than right now, as he stood by while Pythia defended him and herself against malum’s assault.

He stood back, trying to convince himself that he was there for more than moral support. He tried to convince himself that he was helpless, but the truth was, he was of no help at all. All he could do was watch her charge head-on, fighting the malum on equal footing. It was incredible really, to see that Pythia truly was a gifted magi. He stepped back so he didn’t get caught in the way, especially when no more than a few seconds after he did, the malum went for a strike and Pythia answered with a lightning bolt.

He shielded his eyes from the brightness caused when the bolt exploded with the ground.

It was incredible and almost awe-inspiring how she continued to fight, whereas Zestasia was only able to watch, do nothing but spectate. It added on to just how weak he was in comparison. And that was a bitter pill that he had to swallow.

In his moment of self-doubt, which was only internal because Zestasia always put on a brave front, he zoned back in only to see the malum magi shoot something at Pythia. As it exploded, the blonde boy shielded his eyes as he tried to stand his ground until the smoke cleared. When it did, he watched with a genuine terror on his face as Pythia was on the ground, seemingly unmoving.

The worry was lessened when Etoile rushed to her side and Zes stood over, watching with concerned blue eyes. He tried not to over-worry, but he just stood there as all of this was happening. He understood that she was protecting him, but he really did feel like a damn moron. Maybe all of the things she said about him since they first met were true? Maybe he wasn’t as strong as Anatoli thought he was.

The thought of disappointing the man who taught him everything. Not just about how to properly use ether, but how to never let the self-doubts and anger that came from it and the trauma of losing his entire village. That thought made time stand still for Zestasia because he didn’t want to lose anyone else. He lose his master and thought he lost his brother until he found him again. Pythia might have been a mouthy little redhead who thought very little of him, but she still defended him from the person who, quite frankly, wanted to kill him. That made him kind of open his eyes.

He shook his head, zoning back in as he saw that Pythia was fine, though it seems her anger was still very much around. And Etoile was by her side, clearly concerned.

Etoile…

He gave Pythia a smile, showing a non-verbal relief that she seemed to be okay.

He couldn’t help but glare at her for a moment. Maybe his rationale was flawed because she had been their ally since the very beginning, but he couldn’t let go of the fact that she was an Inquisitor. The memories of his village going up in smoke because of them still haunted him when he slept and even more so when his master was taken away. He tried not to cling to the anger, but when it was right next to him, he was blinded almost.

But it was Etoile. Up until the moment he found this little piece of information out, she had been someone that fought with them, ran away from the enemy with them. She even pointed out that the sun came to say hello to him.

“So…” He awkwardly spoke, looking at Etoile, biting his lip, “I guess I should apologize, huh?” He didn’t know why he was laughing, but awkwardness tended to bring that out in him and he forced himself to stop. “I mean, I’m sorry for, uh, you know implying that you were going to kill us and everything.” He just looked her dead in the eyes as he gave the world’s worst apology ever.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

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"I wasn't-I mean, it's not that--"

First off, take a deep breath, Levi. You made an honest mistake, right? The restaurant was packed and everyone was in a rush. Grabbing the wrong bag by mistake in that kind of rush was an understandable excuse. Sure, it kind of tanked on the solid reputation that Levi was trying to build for himself as a DoorDash driver. And sure, maybe he was one or two more mistakes from being fired, but that didn't mean she had to be so cruel about it. Like, his name wasn't Lee. He understood that some people, when agitated, liked to bring out the nicknames.

Okay, Lee actually wasn't a bad name. To be honest, the more he thought about it, it was actually pretty killer. At least she didn't call him Vi. Kinda feminine and not exactly doing much for the kind of vibe he emits.

Levi turned around, as he was still turned around. She hit the nail on the head: he was ready to tuck his tail and run. At the very least, the driving start would prolong the agony of the bad review she was likely to leave for him. But as he did so, that dread from the anticipation only heightened when he was looking into her eyes. As pretty as she was, God was the expression on her face enough to give him nightmares. And on top of that, didn't she say she had a headache?

So, hungry, in chronic pain, and caught him about to flee? Oh yeah, this is just great! Real Chef's-Kiss-Emoji quality.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward a few feet. It might've been against his better judgment, but he's never been one to skimp on flying close to danger, especially when he knew he had to apologize. "I'm, uh, sorry. PE was packed and, well, I was seventy percent sure I grabbed the right one. But, I guess I... didn't." He laughed nervously and knew that might make his situation worse.

His mind immediately went to the retrospect of this whole situation. He knew he shouldn't have rushed, didn't matter how late he was already for his other delivery. "Oh crap!" The realization set in. His other delivery. He had to get back to his truck. "I am really sorry, but I have to--"

Cut off by the sound of what sounded something metal, Levi turned around and...he didn't know what he saw. "Is..Angel Grove's Science Convention here already?" Levi questioned, looking at his failed customer for some kind of confirmation. He didn't know if she knew. And even if she did, he doubted she'd want to tell him. She probably was still pretty peeved at him. Not that I blame her.

The weird alien cosplayer's footsteps seemed to get louder as he saw it approach his truck. "Hey! Whatcha doing here? I think the convention hall is the other way, bro--" Levi seemed to be completely ignored as he watched the guy not only go near Levi's prized truck, but he began inspecting the bed of it. "Seriously! Get away from my truck, man!"

Growing a little impatient, Levi took a step forward. There was a feeling growing in his stomach, something that was telling him it was a bad idea. He couldn't explain it but he also didn't like it when people touched his truck, never mind that's where he kept the important, top-secret package that he had to deliver.

And then he saw him lift the package up. And Levi grated his teeth together from sheer annoyance. But that's when Levi saw something rather odd. Lights were surrounding it: blue and green, like some kind of weird aura he'd seen from that ancient Anime, Naruto, he used to watch as a kid. What was obviously different was that it didn't just surround the box, but Levi watched it as it surrounded his truck too.

Yeah, that bad feeling had only intensified over ten times.

And before he even realized it, parts of his truck had exploded into the air and were heading straight for him and the chick behind him. Levi didn't think; he just acted. He ran back and tackled Jordan to the ground to shield her from the flaming part of what he assumed was his door and it flew straight through the front door of her house. Looking down at the chick who he practically saved, Levi couldn't help but feel a sudden emptiness overtake him. He was glad that she was okay, but his truck. "That was my favorite truck! What else am I supposed to drive and make a living with? My hoverboard!?" He said, glaring at the cosplayer who owed him a new truck.

Delbrook Academy High School

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Everyone was so goddamn loud.

Of course, they were. It was a carnival, after all. Not that Malu cared one way or the other. Truth be told, she was more fixated on waiting to hear back from a certain someone, a certain best friend of hers. But Ali wasn’t responding to any of her messages. Not that she expected, oh you know, her best friend to help her endure through the hell that was this first day. But she understood the game. Malu wasn’t faulting Ali because she had this massive crush on her brother. She honestly felt that she could do way better than that idiot, but she wasn’t the type to make the girl feel guilty.

But that would involve that Ali actually disclosed it to her. Malu was smart and observant. She saw the way that girl looked at Kyle and how he practically avoided her gaze like the goddamn plague. Was it because he liked Ali too? Maybe it was due to Cass sitting near them. Honestly, she didn’t know. And if she wasn’t still so damn annoyed at Kyle for almost making her late and almost ruining her decade-long perfect attendance record, she might actually care to entertain the thought.

Good thing she wasn’t.

Nala Fine Nala, get back to me whenever. Nala Just know you’re gonna owe me big time, Bish Nala I mean we’re binging cheesy fucking anime until I fucking puke from all the cheesiness

Well, that made her smile. And that smile brought her to the sight of her other quote-unquote ‘best friend’. She wasn’t as close to Mia, but they vibed. And through their shared traumas of their brother’s intellectually lethal Chronic Dumbass Syndrome. Side effects include the likelihood to develop psychopathic tendencies and may be prone to frequent cursing.

She had no fucking idea where on earth that friend of hers was and maybe instead of trying to find her, Malu would simply send her a text and tell her to meet her somewhere. As soon as she thought about that, her stomach had started to growl in such a loud manner that she rolled her eyes.

Guess she knew where she was heading.

Mims Get your ass to Luis’ Tacoporium Mims Bitch we gettin us some tacos!

Satisfied, Malu made a beeline for that very truck, and thankfully, it wasn’t very far. Unfortunately, there was a fucking line.

They better hurry up. Malu was already cranky. If she doesn’t get her taco fix by the time Mims finds her way over, someone isn’t going to get a positive review on Yelp.

Roasting With RPG: The Definitive Culinary Thread

I decided to have breakfast for dinner today and that ended up being a mushroom-jalapeno omlette topped with a honey-habanero salsa. Cheese used is cheddar and munster.

Roasting With RPG: The Definitive Culinary Thread

Yeah you don't need to do much to meatloaf. It's one of those timeless dishes that is kinda ideal in how it's typically prepared. I use ketchup when I make it too, but my dad is on the tomato paste side, which I like too. Today we prepared it with the latter approach + some julienned peppers on top.

Though, that brown sugar meatloaf sounds kinda dope.

Roasting With RPG: The Definitive Culinary Thread

Tonight for dinner we had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and roasted carrots. We didn't have any gravy, so I had to get creative. Ended up making a tasty sauce with balsamic vinegar, ketchup, salt, pepper, and honey. Might sound unusual but it went brilliantly with everything. Also had a side of garlic bread.

We ate good at Casa de metanoia today!

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Hercules|| God of Strength AKA Idiot Incarnate

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Zac Efron | Orange Red/#FF4500

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Heracles — Divine Protector, Glorious Hero, Conquer of the Twelve Labors, and sworn hero of Greece. Heracles - God of Strength and Valor, the embodiment of everything great and deplorable of man, yet nothing was so truer as his devotion to his people. Admired for his strength and revered by those who always challenged him, Heracles, Son of Zeus and Alcmene always strived to do right by not only his people but, in a sense, by his father too, or rather by his father's wife, Hera, whom he was named for. She had always despised him and had, on multiple occasions, sought his demise. But ever the survivor, possibly empowered by his father's tenacity and stubbornness, Heracles never gave in. Even when the Twelve Labors threatened to destroy his very being, the God in him always rose to the occasion. Like a literal superman, he powered through, going far beyond the point of return - twice. Heracles was the shining example of what it meant to be a hero and his valor was rewarded by evading the clutches of Thanatos by being granted entry into the Olympus Pantheon. Though he would never be equal to anyone, he was a man amongst gods. Who could ask for a better challenge, right?

"Man, I don't know what exactly happened, but I for one am ecstatic for it. If you would have told me that I'd be able to walk amongst my people like the good ole days, well not to use another god's name in vain, but Jesus Christ I might've told ya you were full of it. But this is amazeballs!" You heard it from the Divine Protector's mouth himself. When he woke up in that chamber, he didn't understand exactly what happened nor how he got there, but it was like new life was born into him. The artist formerly known as Herakles (long story short: he was best buds with the original Hercules, but he died, so he took his name in honor of his fellow Son of #1 Disappointing Dad) AKA Hero of Athens AKA the thorn in Hera's side and absolutely no acknowledgment from Papa Zeus felt alive when he found himself roaming in Rome. And, well while in Rome, you can bet your mortal ass that Hercules took in the sights. Sure, the sounds of war tainted what should have been an invigorating moment, but beggars can't be choosers. Hercules sure as hell wasn't a beggar and he had a tough time choosing. But anyway, he never found it difficult to find things to do as a quote-unquote "cover". Honestly, as the years went by, he had worked a number of odd jobs, modeled for a bit, embraced the fads and phases of every decade. From hippy to hair metal to grunge to a we-do-not-speak-of-the-Justin-Bieber phase, he embraced it all with vigor. Hercules has always been one for his people. He was born a mortal and even after ascending after death, he never lost that certain allegiance and comfort he had with mortals. One might say he had the humility, too, but let's face it: as much as he tries to deny it, there's no denying that he inherited his father's boastful personality. Ego included™. Maybe a year or two before the move to The Emerald City, Hercules, under the alias Zeno Megalos. Fitting for someone with such a big personality, as well as presence, among his people. While he might not know exactly how many choose to make their presence known or not, but Hercules never shied away from making it obvious who he was. His main source of revenue comes from a social media brand that is literally his given name "Hercules" (semi-given but whatever). Primarily active on Instagram and Youtube, Hercules has a prank/stunt-based brand in which he, and whatever featured god or mortal (usually God), participate in dangerous stunts and pranks for views. It might be stupid, but it has made him stupid rich!

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THE INNER SELF

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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Badger Boa Bonding

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

_{Location — Working around town
What I'm wearing}
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Levi groaned in the annoying way that he always did whenever he had a bad feeling about something.

And ever since he woke up and got into his green pickup truck, something told him that this wasn’t going to be a killer day like most were.

He didn’t know why, either. Maybe it was the weird dream of him falling into a giant hole larger than the Grand Canyon that seemed to be never ending. Like that one flight of stairs in late-game Super Mario 64 from way back in the golden years of the late 90s. Maybe it was his lack of an appetite and only eating three pieces of extra large breakfast pizza from the pizzeria just a few blocks from his apartment.

There was just something about this day that made him feel iffy. But he had to make rent this month. After falling short last month and being in the saving graces of his generous landlord, Levi knew he couldn’t deny any job, but the one he got last night set the stage for how he was feeling right now.

He had to pick up a package at the airport and, unlike other instances where he got to choose the route, there was a special request that the driver (not listed by name) took the quickest route. Not a particularly odd request and Levi didn’t question it.

So he took a right on E. Washington Blvd, he went down a somewhat straight-and-narrow street that would only take him roughly five or six minutes to get through before he had to turn to his last left. Traffic wasn’t so bad. He had to slow down a couple of times, but nothing that would take him off schedule. Based on the traffic app that he had up constantly, the path that was recommended for him front point a to point be would take fifteen minutes max, but he was ahead of schedule.

And Levi being ahead of schedule wasn’t something that happened frequently. Being someone that barely graduated high school and hasn’t found much steady work, hence why he drives for DoorDash and other similar companies. That’s why he wasn’t stressing so much. Regardless of the weirdness that this one delivery had and how he was feeling no more than five minutes ago, he was chill.

And then he got an alert on his DoorDash app. There was a local request for Panda Express.

“Wait, didn't I pass one just a few blocks ago.”

In the back of his mind, Levi knew this was a bad idea. His destination for the weird delivery was coming up on a left, but he really needed the money and it would only take ten minutes tops. Five to get to the Panda Express he passed up and five minutes to deliver it. That wasn’t much of a detour.

Well, at least that’s the rationale Levi accepted that allowed him to take an U-turn. At the red light, he accepted the order.

Levi Forrester has accepted your order

Levi pulled up to the Panda Express parking lot and the recurring theme of that bad feeling persisted, only this time it wasn’t just a feeling. The entire place was packed and Levi knew he wouldn’t be in and out in less than five minutes. From the drive-through to the inside of the restaurant, he saw a line. Sure, he had some leverage of the order being placed, but the problem he was currently facing was how many people were in front of him.

And as patient as Levi sometimes failed to be, he tried to. But trying was easier said than done when he was on a clock.

Eventually, he heard the name of the order be called and he side-stepped through a few overly-aggressive people in line. REaching forward, he grabbed the bag he believed to be his.

Levi was back in his truck and drove out of the crowded parking lot.

Levi Forrester has picked up your order.

The drive to his customer’s home wasn’t far. The drive itself took less than five minutes and whatever they ordered, Levi could smell something distinctly salty and sweet. He’s had just about the entire panda menu, so he knew the aroma orange chicken gave off. It was probably his favorite. His stomach was growling just by the smell of it.

“Don’t do it, he told himself, “not after last time!”

Yeah, last time…

Last week, Levi made the mistake of working on an empty stomach. He picked up an order of Buger King and, well let’s just say he wasn't given the best reviews. It was hell and this was actually his first day back at work since then.

So, yes his hunger and lack of control around food caused him to fall short on rent.

Yet another thing to make sure didn’t happen again.

He pulled up to the house and he checked the time.

“Not good!” He cursed himself as he realized he was fifteen minutes late on his other delivery. “Run, Levi! Run!” He grabbed the bag, ran up the concrete pathway, and rang the doorbell.

And then he rang it again.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

He was growing impatient. A sense of urgency passed through him as he just left the bag on the welcome mat and he was going to stop, but he felt a vibrating buzz in his pocket. He looked at his phone and realized there was a message from someone who worked at the Panda Express he just picked up the order from.

“What do you mean wrong order?” He looked through the order and it was chow mein, Beijing beef, and firecracker shrimp.

And it wasn’t here.

The order he had picked up wasn’t the one meant for..

“I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?”

As he turned to look back, Levi saw the figure of some attractive woman around his age who didn’t seem to be particularly pleased.

“Yep. Definitely fired.” He walked up and only gave his sincerest expression, hoping it would be alright.