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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)
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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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Haha, thanks guys. I know the glasses look totally impossible, but it's not so bad if you look at Aislin as a whole. ;)
Ah shit. Monsters lurk in the dark. D:
Ah shit. Monsters lurk in the dark. D:
Just posted!
Don't sweat it, Apokalipse. This post just took me... Hell, a good part of the day to concoct. XD
Don't sweat it, Apokalipse. This post just took me... Hell, a good part of the day to concoct. XD
Unknown Cave
The several glowing monitors in the darkness began acting strangely, distorting their visuals into static as a new signal intercepted Eidyia's satellite. It snapped into focus, revealing a translucent blue Cyrus from the waist up, hands clasped behind his back. His repeated image across the monitors regarded the Operative with a grim eye.
"Eidiya," He began, an image of Laraxis' face popping up beside him. "I approached you once before, five months and 18 days after Obsidian disbanded. I have need of your assistance. Judging from your demeanor I can assume you're not impressed with the target of concern, Laraxis Valco.
"Laraxis is a dangerous criminal with technopathic powers. If his plans succeed, especially with the Operatives under his thumb, we can expect to see the United States descend into a state of chaos within six months. One must fight fire with fire, and this is where I need you."
Cyrus leaned closer, a map with coordinates replacing the image of Laraxis. "If you're ready to be reinstated, come to the United Nations Headquarters on 1st Avenue, New York. I'll arrange to have you cleared to enter, you'll be under federal immunity. Don't delay." He said, turning away from her. The screens shimmered and lost the signal, displaying their original visuals of sensitive data from around the globe.
Laraxis' Facility
The eccentric monk curled his lip at the disposal of unconscious bodies on his doorstep. Some of these Operatives were truly repulsive, Hannibal especially. No art to their sense of killing in the least. It was a waste of talent, how could he work with this? "You," He snapped his fingers impatiently, pointing to one of the men by him. "Remove these goons from my sight, immediately."
Wordlessly, the men Hannibal took in with him were picked up and dragged from the room.
Citrine regarded the lizard-man with an amused expression. "I honestly thought you were dead, Hannibal." He was one being she wouldn't even touch with a 30-foot wood pole. It was times like these she thoroughly enjoyed knowing his movements before he did.
Other Operatives came out of the woodwork, hardly looking any different from when Citrine last saw them two years ago. The cold look of a monster glinted in their eyes, a look time cannot soften, nor pain release. She almost felt nostalgic, being in their company again.
"It's most certainly in action," Alter took a step toward the tea. "Live and operational, the KSP is fully functional with a global range."
"Thanks for the comforting news." Citrine rolled her eyes, accepting her steaming cup from one of Laraxis' workers. She stole a sip, finding an adequate amount of liquor garnishing her tea.
Laraxis licked his lips, glancing at Alter with a seductive smirk. "You sound so dangerous when you say it like that." Out of all the Operatives, he wanted Alter the most. A crowning jewel to his collection!
The ring of an incoming call interrupted conversation. Greatly annoyed, Laraxis snatched his iPhone from within the folds of his robe, bringing it to his ear. "I'm in the middle of something. What?" He snapped.
He listened for several moments, veins pulsing in his forehead. "He... He what?! Where the fuck are the wallets!" A pause. "And where the fuck is he?"
Laraxis chucked his phone to the side moments later, seething. Almost on cue, the child hostess brushed her way past the Operatives to stand by him. She was a dainty thing, dressed in black velvet and only coming up to Laraxis' waist despite the high heels. The ribbons in her curly, platinum hair made her appearance reminiscent to a porcelain doll.
"47," He addressed the child condescendingly. "It would seem our thief is somewhere on the premise, watching the theatre. Be a dear and bring him back here, would you?"
She simply nodded and left, taking the elevator back up to the surface.
"Now then," Laraxis sighed, turning his full attention back to the unique group attending him. The devilish smile returned to his face. "Help yourself to some tea, of course. But with more of you here, allow me to divulge the first step of my oh-so elaborate plan."
Pressing a button on a small remote, Laraxis glanced up at the large monitor behind him. It displayed a curious glass device, almost cylindrical in shape with two rods coming together within its alien design. "An intelligence agency in New York recently recovered the blueprints of a prototype weapon created by the Russians. This device has the potential to create an artificial mini-black hole. I need it, which means I need you, preferably alive..."
Outside Magnet Theater
The sun was exceptionally bright as 47 exited the theatre, though its harsh rays didn't affect her pearlescent rose eyes. She could see perfectly, likely better than any organic being. She systematically scanned the streets and buildings, taking in the genetic make-up of the people blissfully going about their day. Her target, the Operative Rook, peered down at her from the motel across the street. He stood out like a sore thumb, his genes reading incredibly different from the rest she sensed.
She stared back, locking emotionless eyes with him before observing the motel doors. Her speed was surprising for what appeared to be a child as she crossed the street, entering the building to quickly ascend the stairs. The exceptionally unfortunate Rook still hovered by his window, and the child gave him a terse nod.
"Master Valco demands your presence immediately. Do you comply?" She spoke, her voice undoubtably synthesized and non-organic. It was the one key giveaway to her nature. Her appearance was very convincing, incredibly so... but she wasn't human.
The several glowing monitors in the darkness began acting strangely, distorting their visuals into static as a new signal intercepted Eidyia's satellite. It snapped into focus, revealing a translucent blue Cyrus from the waist up, hands clasped behind his back. His repeated image across the monitors regarded the Operative with a grim eye.
"Eidiya," He began, an image of Laraxis' face popping up beside him. "I approached you once before, five months and 18 days after Obsidian disbanded. I have need of your assistance. Judging from your demeanor I can assume you're not impressed with the target of concern, Laraxis Valco.
"Laraxis is a dangerous criminal with technopathic powers. If his plans succeed, especially with the Operatives under his thumb, we can expect to see the United States descend into a state of chaos within six months. One must fight fire with fire, and this is where I need you."
Cyrus leaned closer, a map with coordinates replacing the image of Laraxis. "If you're ready to be reinstated, come to the United Nations Headquarters on 1st Avenue, New York. I'll arrange to have you cleared to enter, you'll be under federal immunity. Don't delay." He said, turning away from her. The screens shimmered and lost the signal, displaying their original visuals of sensitive data from around the globe.
Laraxis' Facility
The eccentric monk curled his lip at the disposal of unconscious bodies on his doorstep. Some of these Operatives were truly repulsive, Hannibal especially. No art to their sense of killing in the least. It was a waste of talent, how could he work with this? "You," He snapped his fingers impatiently, pointing to one of the men by him. "Remove these goons from my sight, immediately."
Wordlessly, the men Hannibal took in with him were picked up and dragged from the room.
Citrine regarded the lizard-man with an amused expression. "I honestly thought you were dead, Hannibal." He was one being she wouldn't even touch with a 30-foot wood pole. It was times like these she thoroughly enjoyed knowing his movements before he did.
Other Operatives came out of the woodwork, hardly looking any different from when Citrine last saw them two years ago. The cold look of a monster glinted in their eyes, a look time cannot soften, nor pain release. She almost felt nostalgic, being in their company again.
"It's most certainly in action," Alter took a step toward the tea. "Live and operational, the KSP is fully functional with a global range."
"Thanks for the comforting news." Citrine rolled her eyes, accepting her steaming cup from one of Laraxis' workers. She stole a sip, finding an adequate amount of liquor garnishing her tea.
Laraxis licked his lips, glancing at Alter with a seductive smirk. "You sound so dangerous when you say it like that." Out of all the Operatives, he wanted Alter the most. A crowning jewel to his collection!
The ring of an incoming call interrupted conversation. Greatly annoyed, Laraxis snatched his iPhone from within the folds of his robe, bringing it to his ear. "I'm in the middle of something. What?" He snapped.
He listened for several moments, veins pulsing in his forehead. "He... He what?! Where the fuck are the wallets!" A pause. "And where the fuck is he?"
Laraxis chucked his phone to the side moments later, seething. Almost on cue, the child hostess brushed her way past the Operatives to stand by him. She was a dainty thing, dressed in black velvet and only coming up to Laraxis' waist despite the high heels. The ribbons in her curly, platinum hair made her appearance reminiscent to a porcelain doll.
"47," He addressed the child condescendingly. "It would seem our thief is somewhere on the premise, watching the theatre. Be a dear and bring him back here, would you?"
She simply nodded and left, taking the elevator back up to the surface.
"Now then," Laraxis sighed, turning his full attention back to the unique group attending him. The devilish smile returned to his face. "Help yourself to some tea, of course. But with more of you here, allow me to divulge the first step of my oh-so elaborate plan."
Pressing a button on a small remote, Laraxis glanced up at the large monitor behind him. It displayed a curious glass device, almost cylindrical in shape with two rods coming together within its alien design. "An intelligence agency in New York recently recovered the blueprints of a prototype weapon created by the Russians. This device has the potential to create an artificial mini-black hole. I need it, which means I need you, preferably alive..."
Outside Magnet Theater
The sun was exceptionally bright as 47 exited the theatre, though its harsh rays didn't affect her pearlescent rose eyes. She could see perfectly, likely better than any organic being. She systematically scanned the streets and buildings, taking in the genetic make-up of the people blissfully going about their day. Her target, the Operative Rook, peered down at her from the motel across the street. He stood out like a sore thumb, his genes reading incredibly different from the rest she sensed.
She stared back, locking emotionless eyes with him before observing the motel doors. Her speed was surprising for what appeared to be a child as she crossed the street, entering the building to quickly ascend the stairs. The exceptionally unfortunate Rook still hovered by his window, and the child gave him a terse nod.
"Master Valco demands your presence immediately. Do you comply?" She spoke, her voice undoubtably synthesized and non-organic. It was the one key giveaway to her nature. Her appearance was very convincing, incredibly so... but she wasn't human.
I kinda wanna wait for Sync and Urukhai before I post... ^^;
@Jazz: I was totally gonna informa ya, but somehow I forgot. D:
//working on a post.
//working on a post.
Finished a portrait of Aislin~ What do you think? ^^
Haha, it's okay Drew, you're not missing out on anything. Laraxis is gonna have a surprise visitor. XD
o___o
Oh my god. You're so right! You've never been more right in your life! This. Is. Perfect. D:
Yes. Ooh yes~ I would love it if you were on the other side, after your opener I'll have a post for you. ^w^
Jazzy said
So Laraxis' appearance and personality reminds me of from the upcoming Far Cry 4.
o___o
Oh my god. You're so right! You've never been more right in your life! This. Is. Perfect. D:
lydyn said
So if that's the case, would it be wise or maybe just a fun idea to have Eidyia not follow everyone else and meet this other fellow?
Yes. Ooh yes~ I would love it if you were on the other side, after your opener I'll have a post for you. ^w^
Finally posted! I'll have to show you when it's done, but I made this sweet sketch of Aislin. >w>
Back outside, Aislin was almost grateful the sky still poured. As Adam unfurled his umbrella she hung back, just out of its reach. Drops of rain washed off the excess grit and grime on her face, which she wiped off as best she could. It was liberating, being able to clean up. The past had less of a fearsome grip in her chest, it seemed. She ducked back under the safeguard of the Power Instructor's umbrella, refreshed.
"Here, Dana. Let me help you." Aislin gripped the handles of Dana's wheelchair, pushing her along the sidewalk as they walked across campus. It seemed like a small thing to do in comparison to Dana's heroism, but it was a start.
She almost didn't recognize the Training Hall. It felt like forever ago she was here, marveling over her own potential. The halls called to her again, though only in need of self-defense. The Jungle, it was far too terrifying. The school would become her gray, locked box if she couldn't bring herself to venture outdoors, but she was scarred beyond what a child should be. Traumatized, Aislin had a paranoid fear for her life, petrified of the monsters in the dark.
Aislin kept at Adam's heel as he took an unfamiliar path down the many halls of his building. They eventually reached his private office which Aislin immediately felt special to have the honor of entering. Jeez, Adam had a golden key for it and everything! It was a spacious and impressive office, and Aislin would kill to sift through his filing cabinets. If anyone knew secrets, it was him. Heh, maybe another day. There were two smaller cushion chairs facing Adam's imposing ebony desk, which Aislin quietly sat in. She had a feeling they'd be in here for a while.
"What do you need to discuss?" Adam asked, still looming over her head despite them both sitting. Aislin couldn't help but appreciate his sharp figure accented by the sunlight shining behind his chair. The dark hues and sharp lines reminded her of a graphic novel. But of course, she was distracting herself with this image, holding her empty tongue. She had no idea where to even start, what to tell him. It was all so insane, Mr. Blackmore might not even believe her.
"I guess... I'll just start from the beginning." Aislin gave a shaky sigh, rubbing some warmth into her arms. "As soon as I could, I left the hospital in search of the blue lady. I felt I owed it to both Jaska and myself to get some answers..."
Aislin talked at length, holding nothing back. She spoke of the growing darkness as she descended deeper into the tunnels, about the panic she felt when she knew she wasn't alone. She exclaimed with bitterness how she blew her chance at meeting the blue lady, infuriating the beautiful stranger in the dark instead. The story got darker from there as Aislin depicted how Luis slashed out at her with knives, and how her upgraded power saved her once, but not twice. The chase lasted seconds, she was certain she wouldn't make it.
"It was in that moment I heard a gunshot, and my assailant collapsed. In the blackness I only saw him once, but with the brief flash I caught a man standing over the stranger in a black wet suit and mask, firing one last round into his... Ugh, his head. After that, silence. Pure, unadulterated silence. If Dana hadn't come, I might still be out there, lost in the caves with a... C-corpse." Aislin said, rubbing her eyes frustratingly. She couldn't stop the tears leaking from them as she felt the terror all over again, explaining her story as best she could.
"I was stupid to have ever wandered out, again. I'm sorry, sir. Truly. ...But the school isn't safe..."
"Here, Dana. Let me help you." Aislin gripped the handles of Dana's wheelchair, pushing her along the sidewalk as they walked across campus. It seemed like a small thing to do in comparison to Dana's heroism, but it was a start.
She almost didn't recognize the Training Hall. It felt like forever ago she was here, marveling over her own potential. The halls called to her again, though only in need of self-defense. The Jungle, it was far too terrifying. The school would become her gray, locked box if she couldn't bring herself to venture outdoors, but she was scarred beyond what a child should be. Traumatized, Aislin had a paranoid fear for her life, petrified of the monsters in the dark.
Aislin kept at Adam's heel as he took an unfamiliar path down the many halls of his building. They eventually reached his private office which Aislin immediately felt special to have the honor of entering. Jeez, Adam had a golden key for it and everything! It was a spacious and impressive office, and Aislin would kill to sift through his filing cabinets. If anyone knew secrets, it was him. Heh, maybe another day. There were two smaller cushion chairs facing Adam's imposing ebony desk, which Aislin quietly sat in. She had a feeling they'd be in here for a while.
"What do you need to discuss?" Adam asked, still looming over her head despite them both sitting. Aislin couldn't help but appreciate his sharp figure accented by the sunlight shining behind his chair. The dark hues and sharp lines reminded her of a graphic novel. But of course, she was distracting herself with this image, holding her empty tongue. She had no idea where to even start, what to tell him. It was all so insane, Mr. Blackmore might not even believe her.
"I guess... I'll just start from the beginning." Aislin gave a shaky sigh, rubbing some warmth into her arms. "As soon as I could, I left the hospital in search of the blue lady. I felt I owed it to both Jaska and myself to get some answers..."
Aislin talked at length, holding nothing back. She spoke of the growing darkness as she descended deeper into the tunnels, about the panic she felt when she knew she wasn't alone. She exclaimed with bitterness how she blew her chance at meeting the blue lady, infuriating the beautiful stranger in the dark instead. The story got darker from there as Aislin depicted how Luis slashed out at her with knives, and how her upgraded power saved her once, but not twice. The chase lasted seconds, she was certain she wouldn't make it.
"It was in that moment I heard a gunshot, and my assailant collapsed. In the blackness I only saw him once, but with the brief flash I caught a man standing over the stranger in a black wet suit and mask, firing one last round into his... Ugh, his head. After that, silence. Pure, unadulterated silence. If Dana hadn't come, I might still be out there, lost in the caves with a... C-corpse." Aislin said, rubbing her eyes frustratingly. She couldn't stop the tears leaking from them as she felt the terror all over again, explaining her story as best she could.
"I was stupid to have ever wandered out, again. I'm sorry, sir. Truly. ...But the school isn't safe..."
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