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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. 7 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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Another kind comment. (2024)
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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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Xzaaaaayler, you've been challenged. Everyone get their popcorn ready. After this we fast-travel to Appling. :)
Will peered up at her with revitalized eyes. She had a silly grin on her face for some reason, and she chuckled at as he sat up. "You wouldn't need to thank me if shit hadn't hit the fan, but I suppose it's all well and good. You... You kinda scared me, though." She narrowed her gaze, looking self-consciously at the dirt. "I can't keep an eye on you all the time, you know. Just.... be more careful?"
...What would we... I do, without you?
Sig decided to put in his two cents. Cora wished for a moment she was deaf. "So, Kettlehead," Ugh, Will deserved a better nickname than that. It was insulting. "Even If you guys are crazy I guess I'm stuck with you. Because I'm a generous guy, and the one with the most battle experience as well as the one with fastest thinking and best fighting skills, I will help you guys train up so you can distract all the guards while I kill Vrail."
That sounds like a big line of bull to me. Cora thought cynically, having only seen Sig's little puppet tricks with his power. He had too many reasons why she simply couldn't trust his word. And when it came down to Vrail, Sig's attitude very well could cost them that battle. But it was far in the future and the more pressing concern here was he complete and utter disregard for... She didn't know, communal respect? Whatever it was, it made her want to punch something. Instead, she leveled a cold glare at him, biding her time. There was still Phil to deal with.
It was close. Phil seemed to debate opening up just for a moment. But... something changed his mind. Was it Sig's quip? Will's abrasive question? She didn't know. But it would seem this would take time as Phil responded to Will rather quickly. "Sig drove me crazy with his shit and the feeling of a headache for the rest of the day was better than 1 minute of talking to him."
"Phil..." Cora bit her lip, rolling her eyes. He was definitely holding back.
Sig's words echoed in her head. 'It would be a shame if one of you were to die...' Cora wrinkled her nose, exhaling a long, cold stream of mist. Time for him to eat those words. Let's see if he was as great as he thought he was. 'Cause right now, he was all talk with no bite. And no one, she meant no one, threatened her or Will and got away with it.
"Sig." Cora rose to her feet, lithe and precise in her movements. She moved close, getting eye to eye with Sig with barely an inch between them. Her stare was cold, angry. "Before you go spewing shit, fight me. Right here, right now. Prove to me your worth. Or I will never accept you."
...What would we... I do, without you?
Sig decided to put in his two cents. Cora wished for a moment she was deaf. "So, Kettlehead," Ugh, Will deserved a better nickname than that. It was insulting. "Even If you guys are crazy I guess I'm stuck with you. Because I'm a generous guy, and the one with the most battle experience as well as the one with fastest thinking and best fighting skills, I will help you guys train up so you can distract all the guards while I kill Vrail."
That sounds like a big line of bull to me. Cora thought cynically, having only seen Sig's little puppet tricks with his power. He had too many reasons why she simply couldn't trust his word. And when it came down to Vrail, Sig's attitude very well could cost them that battle. But it was far in the future and the more pressing concern here was he complete and utter disregard for... She didn't know, communal respect? Whatever it was, it made her want to punch something. Instead, she leveled a cold glare at him, biding her time. There was still Phil to deal with.
It was close. Phil seemed to debate opening up just for a moment. But... something changed his mind. Was it Sig's quip? Will's abrasive question? She didn't know. But it would seem this would take time as Phil responded to Will rather quickly. "Sig drove me crazy with his shit and the feeling of a headache for the rest of the day was better than 1 minute of talking to him."
"Phil..." Cora bit her lip, rolling her eyes. He was definitely holding back.
Sig's words echoed in her head. 'It would be a shame if one of you were to die...' Cora wrinkled her nose, exhaling a long, cold stream of mist. Time for him to eat those words. Let's see if he was as great as he thought he was. 'Cause right now, he was all talk with no bite. And no one, she meant no one, threatened her or Will and got away with it.
"Sig." Cora rose to her feet, lithe and precise in her movements. She moved close, getting eye to eye with Sig with barely an inch between them. Her stare was cold, angry. "Before you go spewing shit, fight me. Right here, right now. Prove to me your worth. Or I will never accept you."
Actually, expect one tomorrow. I have the entire day off. :)
I heard it's suppose to snow 30cm overnight in Canadaland tonight... but yes, happy American Thanksgiving. =w=
(God, I wished I lived in Mexico.)
It's okay Lyn, I didn't think I'd have the energy to post tonight. But I love you guys too much. xD
(God, I wished I lived in Mexico.)
It's okay Lyn, I didn't think I'd have the energy to post tonight. But I love you guys too much. xD
"Is that a costume? Are we going to kill them in cosplay? Sounds like fun." Cheshire asked blankly, not understanding the humor Citrine found so evident.
Citrine discreetly rolled her eyes and examined the jacket using the criteria Cheshire offered. In a word, she supposed it was cosplay. But... She liked it. It wasn't the costume that attracted her but the iconic symbol behind it. A stone-cold killer. And with a katana, no less. Not that The Bride had intentionally become a goddess of worship to her, but being tossed on the the death row that was Obsidian she found solace in anything romanticizing her lifestyle. The only thing they forgot in the film was the irreversible degrading of the soul with each murder. Citrine rationalized hers died a long time ago, and never bothered herself with the question again.
The conversation taking place around the lockers was intriguing, to say the least. Citrine had mixed feeling about seeing everyone, but at least she could count herself among family. Brethren, maybe. If one Operative were to slice up the other it was to be expected, and moderately preventable. Citrine would take no hard feelings either way. Although 47 beat her to responding to Arsenic, she didn't seem to enjoy the lackey comment Citrine quipped back at her. The ex-con merely smirked, remembering that bit of trivia for later. The robot child was a fascinating work of technology, almost acting like it had it's own soul. But Citrine knew better, and knowing a little about Laraxis made her suspicious of the thing. She listened idly as 47 finished. "I am Master Valco's second-in-command, and have been my whole life."
"That's lovely, 47. I'm truly honored to be the in the presence of Laraxis' most esteemed... Mm, lackey." She smirked, a humorous tone to her voice. "But I'd prefer to answer my own questions. Arsenic needed a more exciting tale than that, and I was prepared to mention a dragon." She said, sarcasm lavishing her words.
The armory quickly filled with more Operatives, Ghost using his talent to glide in behind them. His nickname certainly suited him well. Alter stalked in as well, a purpose in his step. Citrine was honestly too fascinated by her gifts to notice Arsenic's bullet shot or Alter's mysterious assemblage of parts. Blame her ADHD. She looked further into her locker to see objects wrapped in tissue paper, disguising their true identity. She picked up one in her palm, tossing it in the air a few inches. It had a solid weight, definitely metallic. Citrine felt the grooves of the device through the layers of paper, enjoying the self-created mystery.
To Ghost's sarcasm Alter offered a comment that analyzed their situation quite nicely. "You've got to admit that a part of Laraxis' plan sounds at least good on the surface, right?" Citrine merely nodded, following the conversation closely. It was a relief to hear opinions cynical like hers.
While Arsenic mentioned a rather noble reason to comply with Laraxis, Cheshire gave her a look after depicting a likely demise. "We're too smart to let that happen though, right?" A wide grin flashed across her face.
Sweatdrop. "Of course." Citrine winked, casually playing off her true feelings. This would probably get them all killed, honestly.
Cheshire continued undeterred. "I wish Hannibal hadn't gone off and pissed off Laxxy. He was always a good guy to have on the team, and I'd rather not have to fight him. He's too tough. My electricity takes too long on him."
"You have a point, kitty." The blonde licked her lips hopefully. "But just think, we might have the sincere pleasure of facing a true monster in combat. A challenge. None of those boring bullet-armored humans." She wrinkled her nose.
She closed her locker with a click, planning to rifle through it's remaining contents later. Her gaze played across the room before settling on Alter, particularly his pocket. It was with casual fascination she eyed it, maybe with a dash of suspicion mixed in. He assembled it in record timing, one thing she'll never understand with the techy types. Curiosity almost spoke for her as she cocked a brow. "What, pray tell, is that device?"
Citrine discreetly rolled her eyes and examined the jacket using the criteria Cheshire offered. In a word, she supposed it was cosplay. But... She liked it. It wasn't the costume that attracted her but the iconic symbol behind it. A stone-cold killer. And with a katana, no less. Not that The Bride had intentionally become a goddess of worship to her, but being tossed on the the death row that was Obsidian she found solace in anything romanticizing her lifestyle. The only thing they forgot in the film was the irreversible degrading of the soul with each murder. Citrine rationalized hers died a long time ago, and never bothered herself with the question again.
The conversation taking place around the lockers was intriguing, to say the least. Citrine had mixed feeling about seeing everyone, but at least she could count herself among family. Brethren, maybe. If one Operative were to slice up the other it was to be expected, and moderately preventable. Citrine would take no hard feelings either way. Although 47 beat her to responding to Arsenic, she didn't seem to enjoy the lackey comment Citrine quipped back at her. The ex-con merely smirked, remembering that bit of trivia for later. The robot child was a fascinating work of technology, almost acting like it had it's own soul. But Citrine knew better, and knowing a little about Laraxis made her suspicious of the thing. She listened idly as 47 finished. "I am Master Valco's second-in-command, and have been my whole life."
"That's lovely, 47. I'm truly honored to be the in the presence of Laraxis' most esteemed... Mm, lackey." She smirked, a humorous tone to her voice. "But I'd prefer to answer my own questions. Arsenic needed a more exciting tale than that, and I was prepared to mention a dragon." She said, sarcasm lavishing her words.
The armory quickly filled with more Operatives, Ghost using his talent to glide in behind them. His nickname certainly suited him well. Alter stalked in as well, a purpose in his step. Citrine was honestly too fascinated by her gifts to notice Arsenic's bullet shot or Alter's mysterious assemblage of parts. Blame her ADHD. She looked further into her locker to see objects wrapped in tissue paper, disguising their true identity. She picked up one in her palm, tossing it in the air a few inches. It had a solid weight, definitely metallic. Citrine felt the grooves of the device through the layers of paper, enjoying the self-created mystery.
To Ghost's sarcasm Alter offered a comment that analyzed their situation quite nicely. "You've got to admit that a part of Laraxis' plan sounds at least good on the surface, right?" Citrine merely nodded, following the conversation closely. It was a relief to hear opinions cynical like hers.
While Arsenic mentioned a rather noble reason to comply with Laraxis, Cheshire gave her a look after depicting a likely demise. "We're too smart to let that happen though, right?" A wide grin flashed across her face.
Sweatdrop. "Of course." Citrine winked, casually playing off her true feelings. This would probably get them all killed, honestly.
Cheshire continued undeterred. "I wish Hannibal hadn't gone off and pissed off Laxxy. He was always a good guy to have on the team, and I'd rather not have to fight him. He's too tough. My electricity takes too long on him."
"You have a point, kitty." The blonde licked her lips hopefully. "But just think, we might have the sincere pleasure of facing a true monster in combat. A challenge. None of those boring bullet-armored humans." She wrinkled her nose.
She closed her locker with a click, planning to rifle through it's remaining contents later. Her gaze played across the room before settling on Alter, particularly his pocket. It was with casual fascination she eyed it, maybe with a dash of suspicion mixed in. He assembled it in record timing, one thing she'll never understand with the techy types. Curiosity almost spoke for her as she cocked a brow. "What, pray tell, is that device?"
Indeed, but it's to be expected. Mm, I have a bit of a vision for what's coming up next. Team Laraxis is splitting up in two groups, each with separate missions. Team Cyrus will be disrupting one, if not both of the missions. I expect there to be an few epic fight scenes. After that there will be opportunity to back stab, switch sides, character development and drama, etc.
Of course, suggestions are always nice. =w=
Of course, suggestions are always nice. =w=
I mean today. God, I get so lazy on weekends. :p
I can post today. We should give Sync a little more time, but if I have to puppet Thema a little then so be it. XD
September 10th, 12:37am
Laying awake in her bed, Aislin tossed and turned in her freezing sheets. She was cold, uncomfortable. The dorm was too empty. Even Alex's night light would have been comforting, but she hadn't seen the moon girl that entire evening. Maybe Alex hated her. That's why she wasn't here. Not that Aislin would blame her. She was a failure. Walking along with Mark before just showed her how helpless their damn situation was. The killer, the killer...
He was impossible to find. Even her own memories of his single silhouette seemed to haze and blur; it worried her. She was ready to continue her investigation all night, but it was Mark who finally convinced her they were going in circles. Poor kid, he really should have spoken up sooner. Aislin half-considered inviting him up to her room as she feared being alone in a locked down school, but several reasons held her back. One, that would have been inappropriate. Two, he never divulged what he'd been up to before he walked to the hospital with those mysterious injuries. Vera's death, she heard it was a gruesome one. If there had been a struggle, it would make sense someone would sustain minor wounds from the scuffle. Now, she wasn't labeling Mark or anything, but she had to keep her options open. The students were on trial, maybe even the teachers. They had a killer on the loose, and everyone was a suspect.
Growling in frustration, Aislin rolled over in her sheets, tossing her pillow to the wall. She'd have to speak with Mark again, see exactly what he was up to before they met. Hopefully his story absolved her suspicion; he seemed like a nice kid. She was grasping for straws here, one answer and it wasn't even really helpful. Vera was deceased. She didn't know the girl, but from what other students said she was a superb person. It... It didn't make any sense.
Damn, here I thought the killer had a sense of justice. Aislin thought, sitting naked in bed with her arms wrapped around her knees.
When the killer saved her life in the depths of the caves, it had been quick, painless, efficient if not loud. The devil was silenced before he could rip her own throat out, and the killer left her alone. It seemed like an almost different person went after Vera, butchering the girl. Vera was innocent, the devil was not. He got the quick, easy death while Vera bled out on the floor like some twisted horror movie. It didn't make sense, and Aislin found herself questioning the killer's motives once again. Were there two? Or was he/she experimenting? And how did the blue lady tie into all of this?
The questions kept Aislin up all night. As dawn finally peeked through her window Aislin sighed, grudgingly peeling herself off her mattress. She was even more exhausted than she was yesterday, and yesterday had been hellish. She looked at herself in the mirror, poking at the dark, heavy circles under her blue eyes. She seemed disheveled, bony and tired. The child within was terrorized and destroyed; all that remained was a tired, scared soul seeking some kind of respite. Her life at this school, especially yesterday, it all seemed so surreal. She wished she could just shut it out, pretend it never happened. It'd be the easy way out, the path of least resistance.
No, no way. Aislin shook her head, stepping into the shower. Hot water washed the chill out of her system, bringing the warmth back into her cheeks. I'm in this too deep. I've gotta see it through.
September 10th, 4:08pm
Holding a purple tinted thermos, Aislin sipped on her sixth cup of black coffee that day. Not only were the bags under her eyes still prominent, the coffee made her eyes dry and blood-shot. But it served it's purpose. She could function without falling asleep at her desk, though the coffee left her jittery. She found the purple thermos complimentary to her feathery cashmere sweater and black skinnies. Today she dressed for comfort, and feeling the cool beige fabric at the edge of her palms steadied her nerves. It was for good reason too; The Headmaster was to make a formal statement in front of all the students soon, and she was slowly making her way to the Auditorium with the rush of every other meta student. There were still seats available, but Aislin was looking to sit with someone in particular. She needed an information broker, and there was only one person she knew who qualified for the position.
As the Auditorium filled up, Aislin sat in the other seat beside Deborah, taking another long swig of wakeful coffee. She gave Shannon and Debs a tired smile. "Hey ladies, it's lovely to see you again." She dropped her voice a tone lower, talking to Debs specifically. "I need to speak with you after this. It's... important."
Laying awake in her bed, Aislin tossed and turned in her freezing sheets. She was cold, uncomfortable. The dorm was too empty. Even Alex's night light would have been comforting, but she hadn't seen the moon girl that entire evening. Maybe Alex hated her. That's why she wasn't here. Not that Aislin would blame her. She was a failure. Walking along with Mark before just showed her how helpless their damn situation was. The killer, the killer...
He was impossible to find. Even her own memories of his single silhouette seemed to haze and blur; it worried her. She was ready to continue her investigation all night, but it was Mark who finally convinced her they were going in circles. Poor kid, he really should have spoken up sooner. Aislin half-considered inviting him up to her room as she feared being alone in a locked down school, but several reasons held her back. One, that would have been inappropriate. Two, he never divulged what he'd been up to before he walked to the hospital with those mysterious injuries. Vera's death, she heard it was a gruesome one. If there had been a struggle, it would make sense someone would sustain minor wounds from the scuffle. Now, she wasn't labeling Mark or anything, but she had to keep her options open. The students were on trial, maybe even the teachers. They had a killer on the loose, and everyone was a suspect.
Growling in frustration, Aislin rolled over in her sheets, tossing her pillow to the wall. She'd have to speak with Mark again, see exactly what he was up to before they met. Hopefully his story absolved her suspicion; he seemed like a nice kid. She was grasping for straws here, one answer and it wasn't even really helpful. Vera was deceased. She didn't know the girl, but from what other students said she was a superb person. It... It didn't make any sense.
Damn, here I thought the killer had a sense of justice. Aislin thought, sitting naked in bed with her arms wrapped around her knees.
When the killer saved her life in the depths of the caves, it had been quick, painless, efficient if not loud. The devil was silenced before he could rip her own throat out, and the killer left her alone. It seemed like an almost different person went after Vera, butchering the girl. Vera was innocent, the devil was not. He got the quick, easy death while Vera bled out on the floor like some twisted horror movie. It didn't make sense, and Aislin found herself questioning the killer's motives once again. Were there two? Or was he/she experimenting? And how did the blue lady tie into all of this?
The questions kept Aislin up all night. As dawn finally peeked through her window Aislin sighed, grudgingly peeling herself off her mattress. She was even more exhausted than she was yesterday, and yesterday had been hellish. She looked at herself in the mirror, poking at the dark, heavy circles under her blue eyes. She seemed disheveled, bony and tired. The child within was terrorized and destroyed; all that remained was a tired, scared soul seeking some kind of respite. Her life at this school, especially yesterday, it all seemed so surreal. She wished she could just shut it out, pretend it never happened. It'd be the easy way out, the path of least resistance.
No, no way. Aislin shook her head, stepping into the shower. Hot water washed the chill out of her system, bringing the warmth back into her cheeks. I'm in this too deep. I've gotta see it through.
September 10th, 4:08pm
Holding a purple tinted thermos, Aislin sipped on her sixth cup of black coffee that day. Not only were the bags under her eyes still prominent, the coffee made her eyes dry and blood-shot. But it served it's purpose. She could function without falling asleep at her desk, though the coffee left her jittery. She found the purple thermos complimentary to her feathery cashmere sweater and black skinnies. Today she dressed for comfort, and feeling the cool beige fabric at the edge of her palms steadied her nerves. It was for good reason too; The Headmaster was to make a formal statement in front of all the students soon, and she was slowly making her way to the Auditorium with the rush of every other meta student. There were still seats available, but Aislin was looking to sit with someone in particular. She needed an information broker, and there was only one person she knew who qualified for the position.
As the Auditorium filled up, Aislin sat in the other seat beside Deborah, taking another long swig of wakeful coffee. She gave Shannon and Debs a tired smile. "Hey ladies, it's lovely to see you again." She dropped her voice a tone lower, talking to Debs specifically. "I need to speak with you after this. It's... important."
Hehe, I'll try to have a post for Citrine up tonight. :)
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