@Silver Carrot No worries, thanks for playing with us.
It's now my turn to post, I'll aim to have something up today or tomorrow.
It's now my turn to post, I'll aim to have something up today or tomorrow.
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*screams at top of lungs* I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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Sushi for breakfast, sushi for second breakfast, sushi for elevensies...
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Fancy mafia action, super power and cops and robbers-esque roleplay? roleplayerguild.com/posts/5…
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Don't say it- Don't say it-... "She burrowed her frows."
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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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This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
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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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”Layla is not Sycamore."
Gonna make little Layla cry with that one. Nice post.
Do I wanna know? o.o;
The House on the Hill
Interactions: Todd (@Aeolian), Ruby (@Shin Ghost Note)
"It's good to see you too, Aislin,"
Aislin grinned warmly, happy to have reunited with a friend. As Greenwood situated themselves and started talking with the gathered group, Aislin went fishing in her backpack. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small wooden case that had the faint smell of kush on it. To any savvy toker, they'd realize it was a discreet one-hooter.
“Want some?” She asked, shaking it in her hand lightly like it was a pile of candy.
Don't mention them. Tell the coven and they kill us all. Hold your tongue. The only threats are Father Wolf, 8th Street and the Wolfpack. We can talk later.
A muscle ticked in Luna's jaw as she stared at Anya.
Wasn't planning on it.
Not that she would assume Anya could read the thought back, but she thought it anyway. A part of her would be more intrigued by the thought of Anya actually being able to transfer thoughts, if she wasn't so annoyed.
Those sons of bitches that took her Mother would get it, one way or another. They were obsessed with Sycamore more than she was, and she was love-sick. There was no doubt in her mind they had been harassing Clancy. But a photo would have made it one-hundred percent assured.
Harassing. Hah. If harassing entailed murderous intentions. That was just how Dollhouse operated.
"If not... then the Sycamore Tree Coven has some blanks I'd like filled. Tell me about ya'll. Your names. What you can do. What you have done."
Layla stood there silently, feeling the weight of Luna's hands on her shoulders, trying to count her breaths. Ruby had told her they'd talk later. That this could wait.
All she could think of was the nonsensical-ness of a face pristine by magic, even though it was a gunshot to the brain that caused the death. How strange it was to see a face that appeared to be sleeping, but you knew, deep down, they would never be getting up off that metal table. How cruel it was to hear the brokenness of an apparition as they said their final goodbyes. An apparition that knew only hate, strength, and domination, but was broken, absolutely broken at their other half, their human counter part, taken from them.
The unfairness of it.
The lack of accountability as Greenwood pranced in here, despite being monsters. Especially Naomi. The lack of concern. The narcissism.
Did Alizée not matter?
Was everyone just going to brush her death under the rug, without pushing for justice by the ones who were truly responsible?
Layla gritted her teeth, shrugging Luna's hand off her shoulders.
"I can't believe you. All of you.”
Her eyes narrowed at Ruby.“You're harboring a member that's directly responsible for getting our Coven into a fight with the Wolfpack, and causing one of our members to die. And you're acting like that’s ‘no big deal’, like ‘we can talk about it later’, like I'll hush up like a good little bitch and let you just walk this one off!”
Luna’s eyes widened, before her face settled into a neutral mask.
Layla continued. “I may not have been there, but I've got the memories of an apparition who’s life was destroyed after what you did. I know how Naomi egged her on, how Alizée was getting ready to leave, before Naomi fired her up and served her up to Wolfpack on a silver platter!”
She jerked her chin toward Luna, and growled, “Play what you have, spy.”
Luna raised an eyebrow. “I don't-”
Layla stamped her foot, her face twisting to glare at Luna head on. Luna stared back for a long moment, before she shrugged, pulled out her phone, scrolled, and played an audio file. Distorted, like she had taken it from a distance. The voice playing was none other than Naomi.
"You motherfuckers think you can do all this shit, try to fuckin' kill our friend, then try to kill us for trying to stop you from killing our friend, and then just up and leave.”
Luna moved her finger on her screen, and cut a little further into the recording.
"I'm not sure if she's a part of your Coven, but you guys really need to get her on a leash because, trust, there are lots of people in St. Portwell who would have done a lot worse to her.”
Layla fumed, staring hard at Ruby while the recording played. As it finished, she waved her arm at Luna’s phone. “Naomi said it herself. Alizée was getting ready to leave. She knew Alizée was easy to anger, she knew Wolfpack was on the way. She knew everyone needed to leave, else suffer. And what did she do?!”
Layla curled her little hands into fists. “It's her fault Alizée is dead. Naomi goes, or I refuse to acknowledge this alliance.”
@Izurich Okay, that's perfect then! I'll add her to the Coven list today.
Moar NPCs!
She looks great! Just a quick aside to aeromancy, sucking the air out of a person's lungs would be too instant-kill of a hit, so is there any way to make it so she's unable to do that? And how strong is the tornado?
@Click This Very happy to hear you're doing better!
@Estylwen I don't see the zeroth post with the Hunger Counter. Does it still need to be posted or am I just not seeing it?
It's at the very top of the first IC post, here is a link: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5541115
Let me know if you see it. :) I may have hidden it on accident. I've unhiddenn it now.
New post is up! I've also added a Hunger Counter to the zeroth IC post. If your player reaches '3' without eating anything, they will start to feel hunger pangs, may start to halucinate, among other things.
Game won!
B.?.102, The School Room
@Squirrel98
The longer Amanda denied the cafeteria food, the more tantalizing it appeared. Metal trays of waffles and fresh toast wafted through her senses. The drizzle of cinnamon and caramel, the fresh goodness of melted butter. Every second that ticked by, the food appeared more and more appetizing, as if the room was beautifying itself for her.
The room could sense her indecision, and, through an act of trying to be ‘helpful’, a sudden clap echoed through the school as all the classroom doors slammed shut. Even prying at them with a crowbar wouldn't get them to open.
There was sudden pressure at the far window near the stairwell that led to the far exit.cracks appeared along the window. Pressure built. Until, with a terrible crack, water began gushing through the shattered remains of the window, filling the hallway. One inch, than two, covering her feet, and getting the stuffed animals wet.
If she continued to remain uncertain, she would drown in this school…
C.G.114, The Swan Room
@Xandrya
The plastic swan in the room watched through lifeless eyes as Michelle spat at the stuffed animals. And, at Michelle's desire for a clue, the swan almost seemed to bob happily up and down in the water.
The room hummed, waiting patiently, expectantly. It was up to the entities within, after all, to help or hinder their human guests.
B.?.108, The Polkadot Pool Room -> P.G.107
@Ocelot79
With the plastic bag and bracelet pocketed, Lucas found no resistance as he opened the door.
What greeted him was a strange sight indeed. There was a beige carpeted floor that spread out down the hallway in front of him. The walls were painted like a fence, with a painted sky behind it. A few stickers of a dog and a fire hydrant decorated the walls.
To his left, Lucas would find a steel door with an exit sign over it. Behind him remained the door he had entered through, an exit sign hanging above on this side as well.
What was in front of him was the most interesting part, however. A steel double door, resistant to be opened by any traditional means. Pushing or pulling didn't make the door budge. Even throwing all of one's weight against it accomplished nothing.
No, there was something very specific needed to open this door. Like a puzzle…
On Lucas' right, he would find scribbled along the painted wall in black spray paint a coded message.
In this room as well, there were stuffed animals present…
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