Sorry for the delays! I have eaten something which disagrees with me and have fallen ill; I'll get it done soon.
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"Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance."
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Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago?
Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm,
swa heo no wære.
Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu?
Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune!
Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym!
Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm,
swa heo no wære.
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I'll make a character later tonight, wrapped up in some online stuff in the moment.
Any position for a very infuriating director whose hanging on every little detail because "art" and keeps complaining that "You're butchering the lines, 'my heart aches'? Well mine's breaking! You people wouldn't know art if Da Vinci slapped you around the head with a portrait of the Mona Lisa!!!!"? "No, no, no, this is all wrong! I said sad but determined not determined but sad! A little more sad and a little less determined please... Yes, like that! I'm loving the frustration you're putting into the line... Now could we change the lighting a little please? Now, maybe we could try... What?... Oh come on people, this is art! Put some soul into it!" XD
*sniffs at the dead thread, then breaks down crying* xD
@lady horatio Thank you for staying while you could.
For everyone else, I'm here to deliver the news everyone's expecting, and I'm going to be at least 70% honest about it: I'm going to discontinue this incarnation of the roleplay. In other words, closing time.
There are a few disjointed reasons for this, and since I've made the ever-obnoxious move of doing this without warning, I'm going to go through the most balking of them.
The main reason is simply NaNoWriMo. Even without intending to meet the 50,000 word (100 page) endpoint by the 30th, writing 1,100 words a daily underneath my final year at school is too unsteady to keep both Advent and an off-site roleplay on the run. One of the two has to go, if not both, and even though it didn't volunteer as tribute, Advent's name got chosen and it's off to the Capitol for a spot of culling. This is happening even though NaNo kicked off well after this roleplay revved its engine- It's my first year on the project and I want to see it through to the end with my friends, even if it means realising that I've bitten off a hell of a lot more than my feeble molars can chew. If anyone feels frustrated and wants to frustrate themselves some more in a masochistic positive feedback loop, PM me and I'll get the remaining 30% of honesty to you tomorrow. It's about as petty as you'd expect.
I'd like to say that I'll come back at the end of November if I can, but in my experience, that almost never happens.
So here's to breaking the suspense and wishing y'all luck on getting back into the endless ramble for a roleplay that lasts. High winds and full sails to all of ya.
@20aliens@Ryuzaki@The ghost in black@ZB1996@darkwolf687@Vocab
Good luck, mate
Apart from you Wilson, I posted last >.>
At long last!
You don't say Wilson..
Ross paused for a moment, clearing his head and thinking; Not, this time, on what had happened but rather on what should happen next.
He was dead, that much was indisputable, but it appeared he had been transformed, along with the other individuals involved in the crash, into something distinctly paranormal. That they had just displayed this to the world at large would no doubt have major repercussions and frankly he wasn't sure whether he could be killed a second time or not.
And... He glanced down to his hand and slipped the small golden ring off his finger, sliding it into his pocket with a small sigh. Frankly, he didn't want his children to be "the kids with the ghost dad"; They had been through enough dealing with the headmaster being their father. Humans have historically rejected things they didn't understand.
He cursed himself quietly under his breath: if he had acted sooner, if he had just disposed of his own body then he could have easily acted as though he had survived, especially as people had initially been distracted by what the others had been doing, especially that cosplayer or whatever they called them these days. But now he'd have to make do.
He turned right and headed down the street, looking uncharacteristically nervous as he opened the door to the supermarket and stepped inside. He glanced up to the signs, running his eyes along them before walking slowly through the aisles, keeping his eyes peeled.
It wasn't long until he found the sign indicating the restroom. He opened the door and stepped inside, noting a glum looking man inside washing his hands. The man looked up at him and from the look, Ross could tell that he must have been in quite the state. He pretended not to notice and went over to the cubicle, stepping inside and picking it.
He waited as the man dried his hands and listened for the door, unlocking the cubicle only once he was certain the man had left. He approached the mirror and looked at his reflection.
He really did look a mess.
His hair was no longer in the neatly combed state it had left home in, he had several small cuts across his cheek and his nose seemed crooked. He stared at himself for several moments as he gathered himself together and shook his head.
Thankfully, he didn't appear to have his brain leaking from his skull, so that at least was a start. Yet he felt as if...
He paused again and focused hard; Sure enough, he found that he could. Slowly, his white hair darkened and the cuts along his cheek sealed up; The wrinkles on his flesh slowly faded away into nothingness and his face slimed slightly. Finally, it was complete and... Oh, it was as if he had turned the clock back to the time when he had started his doctorate!
Ross couldn't help but smile at the rather charming (if he did say so himself) reflection. He by no means considered himself to be a vain man, but it was nice to see his younger self again.
Perhaps... Too young.
He paused and focused again. Once more, his face began to morph, putting on a decade and a half; A few wrinkles graced his face again and his hair became flecked with silver.
That would make him a lot harder to recognise, for the layman at least. He was dead. He didn't want to attract undue attention, so it made far more sense to change his appearance. Perhaps at a later date he'd do something more dramatic, but for now he felt changing his age would be enough.
Ross turned towards the door of the bathroom and reached out to open it, but stopped short. Strange, something was telling him- No, he felt something inside- Or did he just know? Whatever the case, he paused and concentrated again on the door, waiting for several seconds before opening it and revealing a purple void where the supermarket should have been.
Oh, yes, now he understood...
He was dead, that much was indisputable, but it appeared he had been transformed, along with the other individuals involved in the crash, into something distinctly paranormal. That they had just displayed this to the world at large would no doubt have major repercussions and frankly he wasn't sure whether he could be killed a second time or not.
And... He glanced down to his hand and slipped the small golden ring off his finger, sliding it into his pocket with a small sigh. Frankly, he didn't want his children to be "the kids with the ghost dad"; They had been through enough dealing with the headmaster being their father. Humans have historically rejected things they didn't understand.
He cursed himself quietly under his breath: if he had acted sooner, if he had just disposed of his own body then he could have easily acted as though he had survived, especially as people had initially been distracted by what the others had been doing, especially that cosplayer or whatever they called them these days. But now he'd have to make do.
He turned right and headed down the street, looking uncharacteristically nervous as he opened the door to the supermarket and stepped inside. He glanced up to the signs, running his eyes along them before walking slowly through the aisles, keeping his eyes peeled.
It wasn't long until he found the sign indicating the restroom. He opened the door and stepped inside, noting a glum looking man inside washing his hands. The man looked up at him and from the look, Ross could tell that he must have been in quite the state. He pretended not to notice and went over to the cubicle, stepping inside and picking it.
He waited as the man dried his hands and listened for the door, unlocking the cubicle only once he was certain the man had left. He approached the mirror and looked at his reflection.
He really did look a mess.
His hair was no longer in the neatly combed state it had left home in, he had several small cuts across his cheek and his nose seemed crooked. He stared at himself for several moments as he gathered himself together and shook his head.
Thankfully, he didn't appear to have his brain leaking from his skull, so that at least was a start. Yet he felt as if...
He paused again and focused hard; Sure enough, he found that he could. Slowly, his white hair darkened and the cuts along his cheek sealed up; The wrinkles on his flesh slowly faded away into nothingness and his face slimed slightly. Finally, it was complete and... Oh, it was as if he had turned the clock back to the time when he had started his doctorate!
Ross couldn't help but smile at the rather charming (if he did say so himself) reflection. He by no means considered himself to be a vain man, but it was nice to see his younger self again.
Perhaps... Too young.
He paused and focused again. Once more, his face began to morph, putting on a decade and a half; A few wrinkles graced his face again and his hair became flecked with silver.
That would make him a lot harder to recognise, for the layman at least. He was dead. He didn't want to attract undue attention, so it made far more sense to change his appearance. Perhaps at a later date he'd do something more dramatic, but for now he felt changing his age would be enough.
Ross turned towards the door of the bathroom and reached out to open it, but stopped short. Strange, something was telling him- No, he felt something inside- Or did he just know? Whatever the case, he paused and concentrated again on the door, waiting for several seconds before opening it and revealing a purple void where the supermarket should have been.
Oh, yes, now he understood...
@Antarctic Termite
Strangely, in spite of everything that had just happened, Ross felt rather compelled to follow this 'Shadrach.' Perhaps he knew more than he was letting on. Or perhaps he was simply barking mad. To be truthful, he wasn't entirely sure that he trusted him as he was certainly rathe mad... Though death would probably do that
"I am pleased to- Make your acquaintance. I am, or perhaps more accurately was, Doctor Ross." Ross replied, slowly following after him as he glanced down to his watch and read the time of it. He sighed weakly as he realised that, at about this time, he would have been teaching an English Class a- He wondered whether Mrs Henderson had taken over the class in his absence? Or perhaps they hadn't yet heard at all, and in fact thought him uncharacteristically late. That was a rather discomforting thought; He knew his morning class all too well and was quite aware that in th absence of authority they devolved into hooliganism. He had made the mistake of leaving them alone for fifteen minutes at the becoming of term and when he returned found his folder superglued shut.
He was quite unable to supress a small chuckle; He was a ghost or something of the sort, had been looking at his body just a few minutes before and yet he was still thinking of his job.
His smile faded rather quickly as he realised precisely what his mind was attempting to do to cope with this stress. Part of him wanted to scream, another part wanted to launch into some kind of inane and angry rant- And above all he wanted to figure out what the hell had happened here. It was just- Wrong. And why did he feel more... Powerful. No, he didn't just feel he knew; He could tell that if he wanted to he could do such great thing... And such terrible things.
"This changes everything." He muttered aloud to himself as he furrowed his brow, looking to this 'Josh' for a moment. Everyone was taking this remarkably well, at least on the surface.
EDIT: Yeah, somehow my post got deleted when I sent it the first time. Apologies.
Strangely, in spite of everything that had just happened, Ross felt rather compelled to follow this 'Shadrach.' Perhaps he knew more than he was letting on. Or perhaps he was simply barking mad. To be truthful, he wasn't entirely sure that he trusted him as he was certainly rathe mad... Though death would probably do that
"I am pleased to- Make your acquaintance. I am, or perhaps more accurately was, Doctor Ross." Ross replied, slowly following after him as he glanced down to his watch and read the time of it. He sighed weakly as he realised that, at about this time, he would have been teaching an English Class a- He wondered whether Mrs Henderson had taken over the class in his absence? Or perhaps they hadn't yet heard at all, and in fact thought him uncharacteristically late. That was a rather discomforting thought; He knew his morning class all too well and was quite aware that in th absence of authority they devolved into hooliganism. He had made the mistake of leaving them alone for fifteen minutes at the becoming of term and when he returned found his folder superglued shut.
He was quite unable to supress a small chuckle; He was a ghost or something of the sort, had been looking at his body just a few minutes before and yet he was still thinking of his job.
His smile faded rather quickly as he realised precisely what his mind was attempting to do to cope with this stress. Part of him wanted to scream, another part wanted to launch into some kind of inane and angry rant- And above all he wanted to figure out what the hell had happened here. It was just- Wrong. And why did he feel more... Powerful. No, he didn't just feel he knew; He could tell that if he wanted to he could do such great thing... And such terrible things.
"This changes everything." He muttered aloud to himself as he furrowed his brow, looking to this 'Josh' for a moment. Everyone was taking this remarkably well, at least on the surface.
EDIT: Yeah, somehow my post got deleted when I sent it the first time. Apologies.
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