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Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas oh i should slip one of those in here, too! Name: Age: Gender: Looks: Faction: (survivor or husk) Bio: Other: (optional)

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

It is the distant future, and the world is a desert wasteland. Humans, unable to live in the newly dry and inhospitable climate, flocked to Oasis settlements- strange, walled off cities with water and plants and everything the old world was, created by strange, unknown forces, only to find that to live there, they had to pay with their souls. Most- if not all- humans gladly payed the price for the guaranteed safety of themselves and their future kin. Some didn't, and managed for live outside in a rough, harsh and unforgiving world. Knowing this, the forces that created the Oases made a force of patrolling "husks (humans without souls) to find the surviving humans, and reclaim or destroy them. They go on long journeys, sometimes not returning to the oases for weeks at a time. They're armed and trained for combat, and are quite a beast to take down. Often, reclaimed survivors are used. ~~~ The humans with souls, however, are close-knit. They resent how the majority of humanity is without souls- each group and person with their own reasons. They intend to, once their numbers are built up- be it from straight up having kids, or stealing them from Oases before their souls are stolen- to free an oasis, and claim it for those with souls. The more technologically inclined among the survivors developed a system for making, and introducing, man-made souls into husks instead of killing them, albeit untested due to a lack of husks nearby. That's where we start. A group of survivors, each with their own reasons, create several experimental souls, and go out to hijack some husks. They then, upon success, infuse the husks with the souls. The new souls work in the husks, and though some have strange faults and are unstable, they have a soul (or two) each. ~~~ and that's all I got. any takers? I'm hoping for 4 or more people. Oh also, I'm not saying it's aliens who eat souls who made the oases, but it was aliens.

Avan's 1x1 Search. ((MxM ))Ignore the post number.

Hello hello friend, How's a 18 (almost 19) year old like me sound fora partner, if you're still looking? And, is the first post up to date- er, the one with the ideas? EDIT if the first post is up to date i'm captivated with the Hero x Hero or Non Hero or Villain idea

Long and rough (partner search)

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Long and rough (partner search)

hm. Still looking.

Dimensional Binding

Oh man, so I gotta say cabaret is such a fun play to do holy crapola

Dimensional Binding

Jo's eyes were locked on the chains as they hovered over her, nervously sitting on the couch. "...a-Ale? Like, ginger ale? Or, like beer? I don't have that stuff... I usually go for mixed drinks." She paused, watching the chains retract. "Er, Vodka is.. It's a strong alcoholic beverage, and it tastes better in drinks. A bloody mary.. Well, it's a bit spicy, and it has tomato in it. It's good for mornings." She looked at him oddly when she tried to figure out what "potato sticks" were. "Oh, you mean those french fries. It's a different kind of good. Though, those fries weren't the best..." She trailed off, looking at a small picture on the coffee table. "You're... Ok?" She glanced at him as she noticed him shaking, a small shade of concern crossing her face. " You're shaking, I mean. If it's too cold for you, I can turn the heat up. Or get you some blankets." She messed with the hem of her shirt, carefully examining him from her spot on the couch. "Wind? People there can control wind, too? Regardless, um..." She looked down, thinking. "You can ask anything you want to. Though, I promise to you, I don't consider myself, or anyone here, a god." She took a breath, the robot rolling in behing Cyrus and making a small beep. "Miss JO BAXTER, Your BLOODY MARY Is Finished." It buzzed, a synthesized womans' voice coming from inside it. "..Thank you Nan." She motioned for the drink to be put on the coffee table, and the robot complied, rolling out after. "Well, um, here it is," She motioned to the red drink with a stalk of celery sticking out of it. "And, um, yes, I do live on earth. This is earth."

Dimensional Binding

heh, no problem. I can't wait to see his reaction to the robot. Or the tv, if it gets turned on.

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Jo found herself captivated as she watched the white-haired man emerge from the book, pushing herself closer to the window as she watched him struggle for breath. She quickly opened the whole set of blinds, pulling them all up as he looked around, appearing dazed. She brought a hand to her mouth, her face not showing much emotion. Her eyes went to the mans' gloves, and then to the chains, and then to his white hair and... She couldn't tell from where she was if her eyes were playing tricks on her, or if the mans' ears looked... strange. She nervously moved away from the window as he summoned his flames, Watching it, hand still covering the lower half of her face as it paused, then turned into the familiar, fiery rose. She moved closer as it disappeared, eyes growing wide as the next thing summoned was an orb. It was launched into the air, and her hand dropped, and as the man- she figured it was Cyrus- grew closer, she stood frozen at the window. "H..Holy..." She muttered, her alto-pitched voice quiet. When Cyrus spoke, she slowly pried herself from the window to look at him, brows furrowing as she eyed his clothing, and him head to toe. "No... It's the BlueBell platform system..." She looked to his chains, eyeing them for a moment before putting her gaze at the floor, as usual. "..Gods? No, as far as I know, we're only human. I, er, I have no idea why we live up here." She moved to close her blinds, falling silent as she listened to his request. "Alcohol? It's only morning..." She looked at him, calming down just a little. "...I do have some vodka... I can get Nan to mix you a bloody mary." She fidgeted with a button on her blouse, before moving past the man and down the hall. "Nan! Assistance, please!" She called, only slightly louder than her speaking voice. "Please mix one bloody mary! thank you." She lowered her voice as a metal maid came in, red bulbs for eyes lit up. It beeped, and rolled past, revealing tat her body was dress-formed, and had no feet. "...Are you breathing ok? I saw you struggle." She murmured after a while, moving back to the living room, tapping a button on the wall, making her coffee table, tv, and sofa roll out of the walls and floor. "...You, um, can sit down if you like. Nan will bring your drink when she's done."

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Oh, also, in fear of having a massive brick of words post, I skipped over the description of the inside of Jo's house. It's got pastel yellow carpets everywhere, except in the kitchen/dining room combo, in which there are "hardwood" floors. The walls are the same color, with white boarders. There are a lot of holographic pictures of her and her family on the walls, and it's super clean inside. The living room looks empty at first- In fact, most rooms, except Jo's book room and her room appear empty at first. There's a set of stairs by the living room that lead up to a hall with doors to her room, her book room, and a small office with her violin and computer. There's a laundry room beneath the stairs, and a guestroom near that.