Eyeris

And the Gods All Fell - The Awakening [Always Open]

@Lord Zee
On the whole no death but hurt thing, so like if someone slits your throat will it heal or would you just have a perpetual gash along your word pipe?

@Pathfinder

Hi guys! Sorry I'm just catching up!

Nope. You would have a gash in you throat forever.

That is part of the reason this is a big problem.

You could maybe stitch yourself up out duct tape. People do that these days.

Torn Across the Rift

Yaaaaaaay

Torn Across the Rift

Mkay, I'm pulling the newbies into the group! It is happening!

Prepare for coffee!

Torn Across the Rift

The door slid open and Mallaidh was no longer alone.

Two entered, they were both chatting. One was cross, the other flippant.

"Just give it a few more days. You will get used to it! You might even like it!" The flippant one was an older man with scruffy sand-and-salt hair. He wore a black vest that had hundreds of pockets, though, perhaps Mallaidh would not recognize zippers and see only a vest with strange metallic lines patterned about it.

"I do not want to get used to it." This was a woman. Her look was a bit more striking... Usually it was only her fire red hair that attracted notice, but now it was burn marks and bandages wrapped around the right side of her torso and arm. Some of the skin was showing, looking wrinkled and dry and melted all at the same time. Most of it was covered up with linen bandages. Her right eye was even covered by a linen bandanna that crowned her head and was angled to cover the right eye. Her right arm was wrapped and in a sling. If she was experiencing pain from her wounds she hid it well. Mallaidh might recognize the grit and gait of a trained warrior.

"How many times have I told you..." She continued. "... That I would rather be dead than to be... be... an abomination!" She fumed.

"Your not an abomination!" The man smiled, but looked away from the woman when he said. "Just... Your arm..."

"And my eye."

"... And your eye! That's right. Say, you don't need to cover that up. It should be working by now..." He reached out to remove the bandage.

She slapped his hand away with her good-arm. And began speaking in a language that Mallaidh did not understand, however, even someone deaf would know that it was long planned and long deserved lecture full of expletives.

The man's next method of disengaging from the enraged woman, was to acknowledge Mallaidh.

"Heya, kid!" Twain waved in a friendly fashion. "I am Doc-Tor-Twain, and this is Rozalind! Winston told us so much about you! Come along with us now and we will get this show on the road!"

And the Gods All Fell - The Awakening(Always Open)

Kewel.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Yeah. Let's make it so people can be whatever year they want.

I can keep up with the plot or not, up to you guys, if your enjoying it I'll roll with it!

If not we can come up with something else... Or make it up as we go...

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

ONE YEAR FOR 48 HOURS!?!?!

o.o

On one hand. Good job keeping an rp going that long. On the other hand... That is sad ;-;.

I think that, if anyone is up for doing a smaller HP rpg, I would be down. I'm also totally OK with scraping the story... The original creators of the story are long gone... I've just been trying to keep the story going in order to keep playing. Maybe I need to learn to let go.

So Prints, you want to do a smaller rp?

Anyone else still around and interested?

Torn Across the Rift

Zesiro's voice was heard over the intercom one more time.

"Ah, I guess I'll just get you guys... Something..." He trailed off. There was a bleep and a click. The voice was gone.

Soon they would be back in the company of MERCY.

~~~

Wolfe was somewhere new. After waking up in a hospital bed. He examined briefly by a few people who seemed to be doctors. They had a short conversation to determined he was healthy and cognizant enough to walk around and non-violent. They escorted him to an interview room.

The room was small, sparse, a table, a light.

Inside was a girl. Nearly 5’7, with dark skin and long black hair in braids. She was wearing three-quarter sleeves, her forearms showed, both sporting tattoos: Intricate black flowers.

There was a cup of water and coffee waiting for Wolfe by his seat. The girl seemed to be in her mid twenties, and sipped a mug of loose-leaf tea as she looked the papers pinned to her clip board.

"Hello there. My name is Gemma! I'm here to interview you and provide you some answers... Try to keep an open mind... This situation is extremely unusual." She said it quickly, as if she had said this particular line several times today.

"Let us start with the basics. What is your name? Do you mind telling me your age?" She hesitated, this last questions seemed to carry the most weight, despite it being a very simple question. "Where are you from?

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I am still hereeeeeee

I can only do so much ;-;

Torn Across the Rift

Lurk away ^_^

Update: there are two new characters I'm working behind the scenes to get them to the same place as everyone else. You will see them sooooon.

Zesiro will bring coffee.