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The Last Hybrid: A Danny Phantom AU Roleplay (1 on 1 to small group roleplay)

How and where would this start?

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Arden

Bells and whistles erupted over the ongoing screams and crashes. Arden had heard the sudden noise but in his panicked frightened state he barely recognised it for what it was. He sat on the dirt floor, back pressed firmly against a wall, arms wrapped around his knees hugging himself tightly.

Heavy footsteps trampled in the nrl ear distance, growing and nearing the entrance of the long alley way. Arden's heart erupted in his throat as he held his breath in fearful anticipation. Grunts of orcs could be heard as well as the clatter of their horrific weapons. Arden couldn't look. The sound passed. The orcs carried on by and the trampling faded.

Quivering Arden exhaled a deep breath. He felt light headed and dizzy. It was difficult for him to bring himself to stand, but he did. Using the wall for support he stumbled out of the alley way. Realising the whistle for the alarm it was he found his feet and quickly ran off in the direction of their planned retreat.

@MojaveCourier@Cherrywitch

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@Liaison

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Arex Thorn

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"Ok" Arex replies flatly as he makes his way to a freestanding door frame of an open damaged wall. Despite the recent absurdity of the strange creatures words and actions Arex remained eerily calm and nonchalant. Appearing almost vacant. Having gone silent he wore a blank expressionless stare. He just stood there and stared at his new acquaintance waiting.

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (OOC is Up, Currently Accepting)

Interested

I'll be going for a blue beetle/venom symbiont sorta thing.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

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Arex Thorn

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"Threaten?" Arex questions the creature, holding onto that one statement and missing the rest. His head twists slightly and his lips silently replay back their conversation in a hushed mumble. He pauses to stare at his own hand as it rotates from side to side. Bound in movement by muscles and bone. "Yeah I could be dead. How would I even know? Do the dead know they are dead?" This thought, while abstract, seemed to pain and plague his mind.

"Alright, I suppose you are a tad tall for a dwarf." Arex eventually replies, standing to his feet and snapping to his senses.
"Ok creature, take me to your creator. Let's go see your maker, Karnorouri."

Arex gathered his few things from around him, his guns, a rag, a rucksack and some trinkets. With that he was ready to head out. He seemed thoroughly convinced that this creature was connected in some way to the lich.
@Liaison

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

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Arex Thorn

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There was a pause in Arex's reply. He stared into nothingness as he concentrated and made sense of the words. In a soft voice came his mumbled reply.
"Sh, Surely he is you, or you is he."
Suddenly his head shakes and he sits up. Focus returns to the mans eyes.
"I forget which one." He now looks over the alien creature as if seeing it for the first time with an unnerving curiosity and a hungry smile.
"If you are not waiting to dance the strings of my corpse like a puppet, what are you doing here? Or are you already doing it?" he says a little more loudly with confidence.
"Or are you already, am I already dead?"
It was with a sincere curiosity he spoke.
@Liaison

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

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Arex Thorn

_{FOR SO LONG HAS HE BEEN OUT HERE}

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Arex never looked up from his guns. His fingers had run raw scraping across the the surface and digging into the tiny ditches that he now clearly, yet somehow blissfully unaware, was adding to the mess.

He shook his head and let a pause of silence build between them. "Tch, Tch, Tch." He eventually responded. "I'm alive." he informed no one in particular as he stopped polishing his gun with his own blood and leant back to examine his hard work. An odd smile ran across his lips. An expression caught between two worlds. Heaven and hell.

He looked up to the intruder.
"Did you bring my whiskey?" He asked the tall creature curiously in a dry raspy voice as he looked up to meet its eyes. As he continued to speak a feint strain of desperation entered his voice.
"Karnorouri, please tell me you have our whiskey!"

@Liaison

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

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Arex Thorn

_{FOR SO LONG HAS HE BEEN OUT HERE}

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Arex had come to learn this of the natives. They had an unusually high fear and intolerance for the undead and anything alike, more than one would deem logically reasonable or rightfully so. They took no risks and went to great measures to prevent such things. They decapitated and bound their dead, burying them far deeper than any sane man would dare to dig. Fresh meat was left out and tethered to hooks and bells in some ritualistic superstition. Decrepit old spikes littered every wall and fence. Every measure conceivable was taken and Arex was sure their were many more.

With that though in mind, upon reflection he now understood their actions. It was a deep seeded true fear they had.
He chuckled to himself as he considered his appearance. He couldn't even measure how long it had been since he last saw his reflection, showered or changed his clothes. He most probably looked like walking death or worse. He couldn't blame them for their actions but neither would he consider guilt for his.

This land had not been too kind to him. The eternal twilight and endless dunes turning his mind into a timeless prison. Between the long dull monotonous drudgery of shambling between far distant locations, where people creatures and nature waited to try kill, rob or eat him, he did feel like like he was truly dead. It was that space in between life threatening situations that he was forced to constantly return to, that maddening solitude dragging on seemingly forever between the scarce horrific encounters, that's where he left behind his waning sanity.

Arex whispered a broken tune to himself as he sat on a pile of carefully stacked corpses. His only possessions, his heavy guns, in hand. Long since before his arrival had he run out of ammunition. Yet still his guns remained responsible for the bodies on which he sat. Equally the bodies held the responsibility for the blood splatter and grime stained on the steel which Arex scrubbed at with great futility.
Alone he sat cursing the dead and mumbling to himself. Surrounded only by a roofless shack who's walls were so damaged they now served little purpose but to mark what once was. The centrepiece of a shambled tiny temporary village. Built for a single family, now home to just one man.

“Arex, Seer of... Sand,
Whose gaze does see no end to time,
Sees not the fucking Doch Mol,
Where eternal bullshit dare rise
But the fables of Ez-Lye
Where, by false words, fools come to die.'s.”

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Xia

With the tides of battle quickly changing with the elemental ferocity of fire and ice, Xia saw no more glory to be gained here amongst these sorcerers, merely cleaning up their mess. She did what she did well and slipped into the ever looming shadows, instead focusing her attention on finding those that in light of recent events might no longer wish to be found. She would not let the enemy cowards flee or hide from what they had started. She began hunting and tracking in silence.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall

Arden

Arden was lost to the waves of commotion as some settlers fled and others bustled about in confusion. Instead of immediate evacuation many sought out friends, family or possessions, despite young Arden desperately urging them otherwise. As he tried to hurry them on with the others many stopped to help him thinking he was but a child in distress. It was frustrating and tiresome. The ambient panic, confusion and stress sank into him as he absorbed it like a sponge. He could feel the dense worry and fear that flooded the townsfolk. It prevented him from holding a clear thought as his head spun and ached profusely, he felt scattered beyond belief. Then suddenly it all amplified with the presence of orcs.

Truly caught up in the waves of commotion Arden fell victim to the overwhelming fear of the people. Protective bubble or not, as the townsfolk's thoughts finally aligned so too did Arden's and like the rest he began to scrabble and flee. Jostled about by many erratic scared people Arden soon found himself lost in the still silence of a distant alley way. Screams and shouts echoed from nearby but here the air was still. Smoke had darkened the thin line of sky and here alone, away from the commotion he found a calmness. Arden manage to find his thoughts and focus his trembling hands.
He didn't know what to do.
What could he do anyway?