Dude. Enough with the bumps. Be patient, give the GM and Co-GMs time to iron things out, these things take time.
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STATUS: They all laughed at Billy Joe and his accent until he drew his Holy Adjudicator bathed in light and fire. The "I Reckon-ing" was upon them. 7 yrs ago
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They all laughed at Billy Joe and his accent until he drew his Holy Adjudicator bathed in light and fire. The "I Reckon-ing" was upon them.
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Burn the land, boil the sea... K-I-S-S-I-N-G?
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"I wonder why my shirts have holes toward the bottom?" I think to myself, wrapping my shirt around another twist-off bottle cap for leverage.
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Man, Zelda can be SCARY when you learn how to use her. Dem heels doe...
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That's alright, man. I won't be able to post much until the end of the week anyway. Work stuff, it's a busy week.
Whatever you want, man. Personally, I'd make sure that they don't pass out and if they do put them in the recovery position. Nobody's ever died from hyperventilating, at least not without some other disease or chronic medical condition that complicates it. I'm just freaking the fuck out a little more because I realized how real this might not be, and you kind of broke my reality with the "We're not from this world either!" schtick.
Totally cool, man. I won't have much either as things progress. Only so many ways you can describe "This fucking hurts/I can't lose" y'know?
The mental assault caused her hand to spasm and lock up, but Hope remained firm with her arms across her chest. The pain was intense, like being electrocuted how it worked up her body like it did. Her injured hand didn't take kindly to moving at all, let alone flexing and cramping as it did like the Devil was in control of it. She tucked her chin lower as her breath began to heave and she shook in the air, but she stayed floating like a ghost. This was just the start. She wasn't going to waver yet.
It isn't going to work, she thought through her haze, projecting her thoughts for The Room to read. I barely even feel it. It won't even matter if you control me or not, I can move my body with my mind. It's useless. Give up the games and come fight me. You're wasting both of our time.
Hopefully her bluff would work. She put up a good front, but it wasn't that bad yet. He could easily make it much worse. He was trying to psych her out, she knew it. Two could play that game. All she needed was for him to get aggressive, then the ball was in her court.
[Hope continues to Levitate using 10 POWER. She makes no mental resistance to eject The Room from her mind in an attempt to bluff him out instead.]
It isn't going to work, she thought through her haze, projecting her thoughts for The Room to read. I barely even feel it. It won't even matter if you control me or not, I can move my body with my mind. It's useless. Give up the games and come fight me. You're wasting both of our time.
Hopefully her bluff would work. She put up a good front, but it wasn't that bad yet. He could easily make it much worse. He was trying to psych her out, she knew it. Two could play that game. All she needed was for him to get aggressive, then the ball was in her court.
[Hope continues to Levitate using 10 POWER. She makes no mental resistance to eject The Room from her mind in an attempt to bluff him out instead.]
"Ha... ha haha, bring it," she chuckled wearily. Hope took a few steps forward, allowing her legs to stretch and shaking out the tightness in her muscles. Her face still hurt, her hand throbbed at her, but she could ignore it at this point. She felt energized. Even if he called her a scrub, The Room, The motherfucking Room... had recognized her natural talent and tenacity. Oh was he gonna learn exactly what that meant. She'd show him the limits of what she was capable of! Hope put one foot in front of the other, prepared to take off with a charge, ready to catch him before he moved, and she took off in a sprint.
At least, a couple steps of a sprint. The room churned and heaved underneath her as soon as she started moving and she had to put in a lot of effort not to drive herself headfirst into the floor. This kind of vertigo was worse than the rest, and she felt herself become nauseous and lightheaded. Focusing on the pain helped, and Hope remembered that he could read her thoughts. The pain would save her this time. She embraced the feelings of discomfort, her dizziness, her aching stomach, throbbing hand, burning face, sore muscles, she took all of it in and kept it on the surface of her mind. Anyone any less determined would've collapsed under the sheer weight of their own instinct to succumb and take the easy way out, to lie on the floor and give up. But not Hope. Overtop the sickening mental layer of pain and discomfort was another pool of thoughts.
Not this time, not today. I can't quit, I've come too far, everything is riding on this. I've given up too much time, too much money, I've wanted this too much to lose. I can't back down, I won't give in! I'm not gonna fail here!
It repeated across her mind like a mantra, and her actions began to reflect instinct. No more plans, no convoluted thoughts, just going through the natural motions. A dog doesn't bite because it weighs its options, it bites because its body tells it that's what it should do. Hope's body told her to protect herself, to remain alert, to resist and attack. Through the twisting and heaving facade, through the inability to move her own body like she wanted to, Hope pushed forward. Her senses revolted and her body had a mind of its own, refusing to move the way that she wanted it too but she still had her spirit. That might not mean anything to anyone else, but it meant that Hope could still fight. As long as she could focus and hold out against the mental onslaught, she wouldn't go down so easily.
The rookie hero closed her eyes and shut out the world around. It was a spinning, topsy-turvy mess anyway. Reflexively she attempted to cross her arms across her body as she always did when attempting levitation, but her body still wouldn't agree with her and let her move. Whatever. Her body wasn't in control anymore, her mind wasn't either. Hope was in control with her spirit, and she'd take back that control. Steadily she began to rise until her shoes kissed the floor for one final time. A little over a foot off the ground she hung, and her arms did cross across her chest eventually. She just had to move them with her thoughts instead of with her muscles. Her vision became clearer, but her eyes were still closed. She took in the pain and discomfort, sucked it all up and ignored it like it wasn't there. Like a fly in the room.
...so is this what 'zen' is like...?
[Hope uses 10 POWER to Levitate herself off the ground. Hope is also attempting to make her thoughts much simpler to increase her focus and make her mind more difficult to read, whether this works or not is debatable.]
At least, a couple steps of a sprint. The room churned and heaved underneath her as soon as she started moving and she had to put in a lot of effort not to drive herself headfirst into the floor. This kind of vertigo was worse than the rest, and she felt herself become nauseous and lightheaded. Focusing on the pain helped, and Hope remembered that he could read her thoughts. The pain would save her this time. She embraced the feelings of discomfort, her dizziness, her aching stomach, throbbing hand, burning face, sore muscles, she took all of it in and kept it on the surface of her mind. Anyone any less determined would've collapsed under the sheer weight of their own instinct to succumb and take the easy way out, to lie on the floor and give up. But not Hope. Overtop the sickening mental layer of pain and discomfort was another pool of thoughts.
Not this time, not today. I can't quit, I've come too far, everything is riding on this. I've given up too much time, too much money, I've wanted this too much to lose. I can't back down, I won't give in! I'm not gonna fail here!
It repeated across her mind like a mantra, and her actions began to reflect instinct. No more plans, no convoluted thoughts, just going through the natural motions. A dog doesn't bite because it weighs its options, it bites because its body tells it that's what it should do. Hope's body told her to protect herself, to remain alert, to resist and attack. Through the twisting and heaving facade, through the inability to move her own body like she wanted to, Hope pushed forward. Her senses revolted and her body had a mind of its own, refusing to move the way that she wanted it too but she still had her spirit. That might not mean anything to anyone else, but it meant that Hope could still fight. As long as she could focus and hold out against the mental onslaught, she wouldn't go down so easily.
The rookie hero closed her eyes and shut out the world around. It was a spinning, topsy-turvy mess anyway. Reflexively she attempted to cross her arms across her body as she always did when attempting levitation, but her body still wouldn't agree with her and let her move. Whatever. Her body wasn't in control anymore, her mind wasn't either. Hope was in control with her spirit, and she'd take back that control. Steadily she began to rise until her shoes kissed the floor for one final time. A little over a foot off the ground she hung, and her arms did cross across her chest eventually. She just had to move them with her thoughts instead of with her muscles. Her vision became clearer, but her eyes were still closed. She took in the pain and discomfort, sucked it all up and ignored it like it wasn't there. Like a fly in the room.
...so is this what 'zen' is like...?
[Hope uses 10 POWER to Levitate herself off the ground. Hope is also attempting to make her thoughts much simpler to increase her focus and make her mind more difficult to read, whether this works or not is debatable.]
Got you something, but I won't be able to get you anything else until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. I'm on duty today, so unless I get more time off than this right now it's a no-go for writing.
I don't let my guard down until the door is shut completely, and not even then. I keep myself braced with one foot back just in case, only taking my hands away from my face to work the lock on the door. It rattles in its frame as I test it. Looks like it'll hold. Still, it'd suck pretty damn hard to get a flying door to the face. I keep myself pressed to the other end of the door where it can't hit me and lean my weight on the wall. I want to breathe a sigh of relief, but I'm unsure if I should or not. All I've really learned is that whoever these two were, they were agreeing with me. Orderlies maybe would. My subconscious definitely would. If I was dead... who knows? It's a lot to take in, and my paranoid mind isn't doing me any favors by trying to come up with some kind of ethereal moonspeak solution. The guy in white, a lighter side, more understanding, proactive, willing to talk things out. Guy in black, darker side, devil-may-care, kind of along for the ride. Was this some kind of duality?
Yup. Totally snapped, yessiree.
I feel my heart sink into my chest, a lump form in my throat. The worst has happened. I've completely lost my fucking mind. I took a one way trip down the psycho path. I knew that work was tough, but I'd been slipping slowly until now. I'd forget things, follow strange paths of logic sometimes, find weird segways. Sometimes I'd see movement in the corner of my eye but I knew it wasn't there, sometimes I'd hear a noise I know didn't exist in anyone's mind but my own. I was aware of it and in control, it was only annoying until know. And now I'm fucked. Shit, these could be some people I know come to check up on me and I'm going bonkers on them. I want to sink into the wall, to fall back asleep, to wake up from this twisted psychosis and go back to what was familiar. At least I knew that it existed. This is too much. I don't want to be here anymore. But this was some kind of familiar. My wrist still hurts, and I wince as I flex it. I feel the twinge. This is real. I feel pain, this is real to me. I'm still in the world somewhere. That means that these two exist. I don't trust them and I'm not sure if I should or not. They could be harmless, probably were. They could be real people trying to help me. Or they could be PMO trying to take me away. THAT wasn't gonna fucking happen, I'd make sure of that. My life isn't going to be ruined just because I snapped after work.
The guy in white, he tells me that this is another world. I don't even know if that's what he's saying or that's what I'm hearing. Either way I don't like it, it adds to the madness. I don't need this much confusion, this can't be real. The guy in black is accommodating and has a strange way of speaking, kind of rambling. I don't know if he's trying to placate me or not, but it sounds about right. Signs point to these two being people I know trying to talk me down from the insanity ledge. I try to compose myself but it just isn't happening. Frantically, I think of a way to respond. Something normal that might explain my freakout. It won't be a surprise, of course. I'm kind of known for being a bit of a freak with a screw loose.
"...I'm sorry about that," I lament, "I was having a nightmare and I didn't know what was going on when you walked in. I'm still kind of freaking out right now, just give me minute. I'm starting to hyperventilate, ha."
It wasn't a lie. Technically not a lie. I was starting to have a panic attack and I did have some kind of nightmare before... this shit happened. My breathing is shallow and I can't take a full breath, more like heaving breaths as if I'd been bawling my eyes out. And while I try not to pass out, I try to think of normal things to say. Maybe I can figure this shit out. The rooms in the bricks automatically lock, so they have to have a room key. So someone was either worried and got the CDO or it's Gunny inspecting rooms. My money isn't on Gunny because he would've taken me to the deck and probably would've kicked the door in after that stunt I pulled.
"I'm really sorry again," I repeat, adding rasp to my voice to make it sound more familiar to me. I don't like sounding how I do, it's weird. Weird and uncomfortable and unsettling.
"...could you call Medical for me? I don't think I'm going to be okay." I concede. I'm fucked up. If I hyperventilate and pass out it wouldn't be good, and it'll let me know who's out there. The duty would call more people and it'd be a rank circus before an ambulance came. My friends would get me a ride to Medical and make sure I don't pass out on the way. I needed it anyway. This wasn't healthy. I give. I'm crazy, I can't hide it. Better to look more sane and get help than to gamble on a lost cause. Shakily, I manage to reach over and fumble with the lock again, a slow click releasing the inner latch.
Yup. Totally snapped, yessiree.
I feel my heart sink into my chest, a lump form in my throat. The worst has happened. I've completely lost my fucking mind. I took a one way trip down the psycho path. I knew that work was tough, but I'd been slipping slowly until now. I'd forget things, follow strange paths of logic sometimes, find weird segways. Sometimes I'd see movement in the corner of my eye but I knew it wasn't there, sometimes I'd hear a noise I know didn't exist in anyone's mind but my own. I was aware of it and in control, it was only annoying until know. And now I'm fucked. Shit, these could be some people I know come to check up on me and I'm going bonkers on them. I want to sink into the wall, to fall back asleep, to wake up from this twisted psychosis and go back to what was familiar. At least I knew that it existed. This is too much. I don't want to be here anymore. But this was some kind of familiar. My wrist still hurts, and I wince as I flex it. I feel the twinge. This is real. I feel pain, this is real to me. I'm still in the world somewhere. That means that these two exist. I don't trust them and I'm not sure if I should or not. They could be harmless, probably were. They could be real people trying to help me. Or they could be PMO trying to take me away. THAT wasn't gonna fucking happen, I'd make sure of that. My life isn't going to be ruined just because I snapped after work.
The guy in white, he tells me that this is another world. I don't even know if that's what he's saying or that's what I'm hearing. Either way I don't like it, it adds to the madness. I don't need this much confusion, this can't be real. The guy in black is accommodating and has a strange way of speaking, kind of rambling. I don't know if he's trying to placate me or not, but it sounds about right. Signs point to these two being people I know trying to talk me down from the insanity ledge. I try to compose myself but it just isn't happening. Frantically, I think of a way to respond. Something normal that might explain my freakout. It won't be a surprise, of course. I'm kind of known for being a bit of a freak with a screw loose.
"...I'm sorry about that," I lament, "I was having a nightmare and I didn't know what was going on when you walked in. I'm still kind of freaking out right now, just give me minute. I'm starting to hyperventilate, ha."
It wasn't a lie. Technically not a lie. I was starting to have a panic attack and I did have some kind of nightmare before... this shit happened. My breathing is shallow and I can't take a full breath, more like heaving breaths as if I'd been bawling my eyes out. And while I try not to pass out, I try to think of normal things to say. Maybe I can figure this shit out. The rooms in the bricks automatically lock, so they have to have a room key. So someone was either worried and got the CDO or it's Gunny inspecting rooms. My money isn't on Gunny because he would've taken me to the deck and probably would've kicked the door in after that stunt I pulled.
"I'm really sorry again," I repeat, adding rasp to my voice to make it sound more familiar to me. I don't like sounding how I do, it's weird. Weird and uncomfortable and unsettling.
"...could you call Medical for me? I don't think I'm going to be okay." I concede. I'm fucked up. If I hyperventilate and pass out it wouldn't be good, and it'll let me know who's out there. The duty would call more people and it'd be a rank circus before an ambulance came. My friends would get me a ride to Medical and make sure I don't pass out on the way. I needed it anyway. This wasn't healthy. I give. I'm crazy, I can't hide it. Better to look more sane and get help than to gamble on a lost cause. Shakily, I manage to reach over and fumble with the lock again, a slow click releasing the inner latch.
She'd felt something lift from her shoulders just then, a chewing thought in the mind that up and disappeared from her thoughts. Hope's vision returned, but the pain was very real. She should know. She mostly did it to herself. She fell for The Room's ruse. Did this mean she lost...? No, no it can't be! She didn't lose, she was in control! It was her trap, her ruse! While beaten down, Hope wasn't out yet. She was planning on jumping him when he got closer, but it seemed he was more keen on giving her a sporting chance. Was he... was he pitying her!? What the hell!? She was tough, she could fight! Heroes don't just pack it in and take handouts, they slug it out through the suck and they win anyway because they were better than that! Hope wasn't going to be one to take the easy out, and she wasn't going to fight dirtier than he was. She was going to win this, fair and square.
Legs quivering, Hope staggers to her feet through her soreness and ache. Her face burned, her hand burned, her thighs burned and hurt and screamed at her to just lie down and give it a minute but Hope didn't listen. She was always a bad listener. Gasping for breath and relief through her mask, Hope rolled her neck to either side with sickening pops and motioned toward the bonafide hero.
"Put your belt back on," she spat, more out of exhaustion and choking for oxygen to ease her muscular fatigue than out of any malice. She shook her head wearily,
"'F you were a villain you wouldn't've let me get back up, I'm not gonna take an easy win." Hope shifted her shaky legs apart, taking a more offensive stance.
"'F I'm gonna beat you, I want you to try and take me out. Nobody else got it this easy, don't start with me." Hope began to focus again, her thoughts becoming clear as her breathing began to regulate. Once it started again... it was on. No mercy, full bore. The best defense was an unstoppable offense. Even as she spoke to him, she began to throttle her mental energy, waiting for the signal to let loose and ground him. Her thoughts wavered for a moment. There was concern in there too, not just pity. It was too bad that Hope was too serious to have any herself. Being a hero hurt, suck it up or go home.
"I'll be fine," she answered, "It just burns and hurts, all it's gonna do is make it suck to fight you. I wasn't going to use anything that could mess up anyone's skin, the docs are outside anyway."
Legs quivering, Hope staggers to her feet through her soreness and ache. Her face burned, her hand burned, her thighs burned and hurt and screamed at her to just lie down and give it a minute but Hope didn't listen. She was always a bad listener. Gasping for breath and relief through her mask, Hope rolled her neck to either side with sickening pops and motioned toward the bonafide hero.
"Put your belt back on," she spat, more out of exhaustion and choking for oxygen to ease her muscular fatigue than out of any malice. She shook her head wearily,
"'F you were a villain you wouldn't've let me get back up, I'm not gonna take an easy win." Hope shifted her shaky legs apart, taking a more offensive stance.
"'F I'm gonna beat you, I want you to try and take me out. Nobody else got it this easy, don't start with me." Hope began to focus again, her thoughts becoming clear as her breathing began to regulate. Once it started again... it was on. No mercy, full bore. The best defense was an unstoppable offense. Even as she spoke to him, she began to throttle her mental energy, waiting for the signal to let loose and ground him. Her thoughts wavered for a moment. There was concern in there too, not just pity. It was too bad that Hope was too serious to have any herself. Being a hero hurt, suck it up or go home.
"I'll be fine," she answered, "It just burns and hurts, all it's gonna do is make it suck to fight you. I wasn't going to use anything that could mess up anyone's skin, the docs are outside anyway."
No rush on my end. I average on posting on any one of my RPs roughly once a week, sometimes twice, sometimes once every two weeks depending on how work is slaying me. I'll be glad to tackle a project on my own pace with few dependencies for once, I think I'll enjoy the freedom. Collaboration is good with me sometimes (like a collectiveness of consciousnesses) and I'd be happy to link up with anyone if I reach a good point in my own little microworld (like travelling to a "new" district during the Festival of the Hunt or taking a detour in Gizamaluke's Grotto).
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