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DaysHehe, only cuz Will and Cora have a budding affection between each other. >w>
Sounds good, Sync. It iiiiiissss Halloween, after all.
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The Villainess
STATUS: Shout out to @Daxam for dropping that the new Vengence Saga is out. Legit the best midterm exam gift ever. 8 days ago
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Shout out to @Daxam for dropping that the new Vengence Saga is out. Legit the best midterm exam gift ever.
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I've gone back to school, so responses are going to be slower than normal for the forseeable future.
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"Show them I'm the judgement call, the one who makes a kingdom fall."
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"But! I should have known better. Nothing ever stays dead..."
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"There is no one in this room that can stand against me! The Hand of God be my witness, I am the Voice from the Outer World!"
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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.
"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.
Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.
The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...
She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.
She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.
As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.
"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"
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TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows Roleplay (2021)
We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
This is what makes it worth it. (2024)
I'm grateful for the ride. (2024)
Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.
God, she couldn't breathe.
He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.
A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.
She needed to run. Now.
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Academy 218 Roleplay (2014)
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Apokalipse said
I will get a post up later tonight, or tomorrow.
No pressure. Today's Halloween, after all.
The Roman07 said
Okay done with CS and ready to be judged :) hope y'all let me play too lol
Of course! We have space for a couple more players. And I looked through your CS... Couldn't find a single thing that I didn't like. Rook should be a veeery interesting character to get to know, haha. If Jazz doesn't have any complaints either, Rook is accepted~ :)
Alright, players. A delicious post is waiting for you in the IC. Now, Laraxis' (the man on the TV) proposal is optional, I would preferably like half of you to travel to New York, half to call Laraxis' bluff. Those who call his bluff will be approached by another individual soon after.
Citrine, in particular, will be traveling to New York.
Citrine, in particular, will be traveling to New York.
Citrine | Portland, Oregon
"Been a while since I've seen your sorry face, Cyrus."
They sat in a quiet cafe, one table from the door and sidled up against the window. Citrine had an arm hooked around the back of her chair, staring non-chalant across the mahogany. She wore black server clothes, giving the appearance of a coffee girl on break. Despite working for the past five hours, she looked perfect. Not a blonde hair was out of place, and her crystal blue eyes were highlighted with smudge-free cosmetics.
It was her smile that was most disarming. It spoke with genuine warmth, lighting up her eyes. "But I am thrilled you're here. Tell me, is there any news?"
Her visitor leaned forward, resting an arm on the table. He was an intriguing man to look at, what with his black nationality, bald head and patch covering his left eye. He was tall and built (maybe even handsome), but seemed to have a dislike to any colour. Dark clothes and a black trench coat hugged his body, shiny dress shoes on his feet.
"Not anything good, I'm afraid. Zephyr was found dead outside his apartment at 4:36pm yesterday, the cause unknown. Epsilion was forcibly taken in by the government two weeks ago." He spoke evenly, an assertive tone behind his words.
Citrine's brow delicately furrowed. "I see. So if it's as bad as you say... Are you ready to tell me who you are?"
A quick shake of the head. "No. In time, Citrine." Cyrus glanced up at the clock hanging by the flatscreen embedded in the wall. "I can't risk staying any longer, unfortunately. Turn on the news, you know what day it is today."
He was half-out the door before Citrine could stand. Hovering, he glanced back. "...Be careful." The door clinked shut behind him not a moment later.
Dutifully, Citrine waltzed around the counter, pulling out the staff remote. The TV to her right came to life, and she flicked through the channels for the news station. With absolutely zero customers in the cafe to serve she could watch in peace. Wringing out a washcloth, she began idly washing down the counter as her eyes hovered on the memorial special.
"Today we remember the tragedy that happened exactly two years ago on June 11th, 2012 at 5:19pm. Obsidian, the leading founder of its time in biochemical technology erupted in flames, setting fire to the buildings surrounding it. Although most were evacuated safely, 51 people died while 27 were rushed to the Emergency."
They rolled some footage of the site as it was two years ago, with smoke filling the air. Screams and small explosions could be heard as the camera tried to capture as much destruction as it could. The scene was replaced with Obsidian's HQ as it was in 2014, completely demolished and turned into a memorial site with copper statues, trees and gardens.
"Obsidian was sued and disbanded after their top-secret weapons wreaked havoc on our city. Their name on file was 'Operatives', but these super-human creations were the furthest from the heroes depicted in popular media. With the country's security on high alert, the government has done its best to bring these terrorists to justice..."
The screen was behaving strangely, flickering out of focus. And suddenly, both audio and visual cut out. All the screen displayed was black and white static. Citrine frowned, flipping through channels. All had the bizarre static. But right as she was about to give up and turn the TV off, a masked man came into focus on the screen. His skin was painfully white and his attire was strange, black monk robes with gold edges coupled with a black mask. He stood behind a white wall, in his grasp was a thin, square device with rows of red buttons.
"Hello... Operatives. I have something for you." Malice dripped from his tongue. "This is being broadcast on all channels US-wide, I want the whole world to witness their greatest, most stupid fear. You, my dear Operatives. They hate you, fear you, spit upon the ground you walk!"
He made a dramatic flourish with his hand. "I don't. In fact, we're friends already, and I'll tell you why. This device I have, I'm sure you're familiar with its original. I believe they called it the Kill Switch Protocol."
With a malicious laugh, he pressed a red button at random. Citrine's heart jumped into her throat, and she held her breath. Seconds passed before she finally relaxed, utterly relieved. Half-way across the US, a man slumped in his seat on a bus, dead in an instant.
"You see, your life is in my hands. A man just died to be an example for all of you. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to be in New York tomorrow, Manhattan square. I'll have people who will contact you when the time is right. You could consider this a... Forced business proposal, almost. You could be great, my dear. Enough of this hiding in fear, you're better then the cage society confines you in."
He put a finger on his masked chin, appearing thoughtful. But he shook his head. "Mmm, nah. We'll talk more later. And, for your sake, I do hope you consider." He seemed to smile behind the thinly veiled threat. The screen abruptly blacked out, then resumed normal programs.
Citrine continued staring in horror, her body frozen in cold fear. In an instant, her past caught up with her. The awful days of living in terror under the hammer of Obsidian... The ghosts were back, clawing at her insides.
Well shit...
"Been a while since I've seen your sorry face, Cyrus."
They sat in a quiet cafe, one table from the door and sidled up against the window. Citrine had an arm hooked around the back of her chair, staring non-chalant across the mahogany. She wore black server clothes, giving the appearance of a coffee girl on break. Despite working for the past five hours, she looked perfect. Not a blonde hair was out of place, and her crystal blue eyes were highlighted with smudge-free cosmetics.
It was her smile that was most disarming. It spoke with genuine warmth, lighting up her eyes. "But I am thrilled you're here. Tell me, is there any news?"
Her visitor leaned forward, resting an arm on the table. He was an intriguing man to look at, what with his black nationality, bald head and patch covering his left eye. He was tall and built (maybe even handsome), but seemed to have a dislike to any colour. Dark clothes and a black trench coat hugged his body, shiny dress shoes on his feet.
"Not anything good, I'm afraid. Zephyr was found dead outside his apartment at 4:36pm yesterday, the cause unknown. Epsilion was forcibly taken in by the government two weeks ago." He spoke evenly, an assertive tone behind his words.
Citrine's brow delicately furrowed. "I see. So if it's as bad as you say... Are you ready to tell me who you are?"
A quick shake of the head. "No. In time, Citrine." Cyrus glanced up at the clock hanging by the flatscreen embedded in the wall. "I can't risk staying any longer, unfortunately. Turn on the news, you know what day it is today."
He was half-out the door before Citrine could stand. Hovering, he glanced back. "...Be careful." The door clinked shut behind him not a moment later.
Dutifully, Citrine waltzed around the counter, pulling out the staff remote. The TV to her right came to life, and she flicked through the channels for the news station. With absolutely zero customers in the cafe to serve she could watch in peace. Wringing out a washcloth, she began idly washing down the counter as her eyes hovered on the memorial special.
"Today we remember the tragedy that happened exactly two years ago on June 11th, 2012 at 5:19pm. Obsidian, the leading founder of its time in biochemical technology erupted in flames, setting fire to the buildings surrounding it. Although most were evacuated safely, 51 people died while 27 were rushed to the Emergency."
They rolled some footage of the site as it was two years ago, with smoke filling the air. Screams and small explosions could be heard as the camera tried to capture as much destruction as it could. The scene was replaced with Obsidian's HQ as it was in 2014, completely demolished and turned into a memorial site with copper statues, trees and gardens.
"Obsidian was sued and disbanded after their top-secret weapons wreaked havoc on our city. Their name on file was 'Operatives', but these super-human creations were the furthest from the heroes depicted in popular media. With the country's security on high alert, the government has done its best to bring these terrorists to justice..."
The screen was behaving strangely, flickering out of focus. And suddenly, both audio and visual cut out. All the screen displayed was black and white static. Citrine frowned, flipping through channels. All had the bizarre static. But right as she was about to give up and turn the TV off, a masked man came into focus on the screen. His skin was painfully white and his attire was strange, black monk robes with gold edges coupled with a black mask. He stood behind a white wall, in his grasp was a thin, square device with rows of red buttons.
"Hello... Operatives. I have something for you." Malice dripped from his tongue. "This is being broadcast on all channels US-wide, I want the whole world to witness their greatest, most stupid fear. You, my dear Operatives. They hate you, fear you, spit upon the ground you walk!"
He made a dramatic flourish with his hand. "I don't. In fact, we're friends already, and I'll tell you why. This device I have, I'm sure you're familiar with its original. I believe they called it the Kill Switch Protocol."
With a malicious laugh, he pressed a red button at random. Citrine's heart jumped into her throat, and she held her breath. Seconds passed before she finally relaxed, utterly relieved. Half-way across the US, a man slumped in his seat on a bus, dead in an instant.
"You see, your life is in my hands. A man just died to be an example for all of you. Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to be in New York tomorrow, Manhattan square. I'll have people who will contact you when the time is right. You could consider this a... Forced business proposal, almost. You could be great, my dear. Enough of this hiding in fear, you're better then the cage society confines you in."
He put a finger on his masked chin, appearing thoughtful. But he shook his head. "Mmm, nah. We'll talk more later. And, for your sake, I do hope you consider." He seemed to smile behind the thinly veiled threat. The screen abruptly blacked out, then resumed normal programs.
Citrine continued staring in horror, her body frozen in cold fear. In an instant, her past caught up with her. The awful days of living in terror under the hammer of Obsidian... The ghosts were back, clawing at her insides.
Well shit...
Wow, a day-time baby. Not often I hear those. Hehe, I was born at 4am. XD Yay, silver shiny ball~ Feel free to let me know, change is always a good thing.
Hello Jedly~! Oh, that would be perfect. Avis greatly dislikes being alone, so I would be very glad to edit my post to mention the Feather's first mate. :D
Hello Jedly~! Oh, that would be perfect. Avis greatly dislikes being alone, so I would be very glad to edit my post to mention the Feather's first mate. :D
Awwwwwwwwe, you're gonna be a dad?! :D Oh my god, congrats!!
Ehhh... Lunaire hasn't said a word, I dunno... We can make this work with three people, and fall back on Avis's silver ball. ERode's quite active on the site.
Ehhh... Lunaire hasn't said a word, I dunno... We can make this work with three people, and fall back on Avis's silver ball. ERode's quite active on the site.
I didn't mean for Cora to be so mean, but she iiiiisss hungry. >w>
Don't mean to alarm anyone, but this roleplay is gonna die again if we stay any longer at the Haven. If we wanna split in two groups, one for guns and one for food, that's cool. We'll have to rendezvous at Atlanta or something. Kyra will bring us together again.
Don't mean to alarm anyone, but this roleplay is gonna die again if we stay any longer at the Haven. If we wanna split in two groups, one for guns and one for food, that's cool. We'll have to rendezvous at Atlanta or something. Kyra will bring us together again.
"I tell you what we're gonna do kid! We're gonna head to the military base to the north west of Atlanta and get us some guns! Hell, maybe even a tank!" Said the newbie. She never caught his name.
Yahtzee had directed the question to her, and she was moments from answering. Instead, Yahtzee had the unique pleasure of watching cold rage flash across her face. Her brow furrowed, and she exposed her teeth in a snarl.
Snapping a lethal gaze at Sig, Cora raised her cuffed hand as icy tendrils threaded together. A gleaming ice pistol formed in her iron grip, and she fired a round off near his head. It wasn't as loud or strong as a gun made of metal, but she hoped it'd cause some uncomfortable ringing in his ears. Maybe he'd get Tinitus, that bastard. Quick as it formed, Cora dispersed the gun back into thin air.
"Guns? Pah. My short time slaving at a weapons factory gave me an intimate knowledge of certain guns, among other awful shit; we do not need their guns. What we need is food. Almost everyone here hasn't eaten in two days, myself included." Cora said, her voice surprisingly restrained despite the venom in her eyes. Almost on cue, her stomach gave a lamenting growl. Cora ignored it.
She glanced at Will and Phil. "Tell me what city you chose. We need to go."
"Earth Hygron, whatever your name is," Cora appraised him again with ice-gray eyes. Her frustration had boiled off, now she just looked tired. Well, tired and starved. "You have a choice, as we all do. You can come with us, or walk the day-or-so journey to the furthest military camp on the map on your own."
"Just so I can prove my point," She presented this question to everyone listening. "Does anyone want to travel with the Earth Hygron to the camp by Dalton?"
Yahtzee had directed the question to her, and she was moments from answering. Instead, Yahtzee had the unique pleasure of watching cold rage flash across her face. Her brow furrowed, and she exposed her teeth in a snarl.
Snapping a lethal gaze at Sig, Cora raised her cuffed hand as icy tendrils threaded together. A gleaming ice pistol formed in her iron grip, and she fired a round off near his head. It wasn't as loud or strong as a gun made of metal, but she hoped it'd cause some uncomfortable ringing in his ears. Maybe he'd get Tinitus, that bastard. Quick as it formed, Cora dispersed the gun back into thin air.
"Guns? Pah. My short time slaving at a weapons factory gave me an intimate knowledge of certain guns, among other awful shit; we do not need their guns. What we need is food. Almost everyone here hasn't eaten in two days, myself included." Cora said, her voice surprisingly restrained despite the venom in her eyes. Almost on cue, her stomach gave a lamenting growl. Cora ignored it.
She glanced at Will and Phil. "Tell me what city you chose. We need to go."
"Earth Hygron, whatever your name is," Cora appraised him again with ice-gray eyes. Her frustration had boiled off, now she just looked tired. Well, tired and starved. "You have a choice, as we all do. You can come with us, or walk the day-or-so journey to the furthest military camp on the map on your own."
"Just so I can prove my point," She presented this question to everyone listening. "Does anyone want to travel with the Earth Hygron to the camp by Dalton?"
Perfect! Maybe Cora will finally hear what Will and Phil discussed now, maybe we'll get a hot debate going on too. This should be good. >w>
So, is Evelyn fighting both both Polaris and Wrens, or will Wrens' skill speak for the sword?
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