Fallenreaper

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Plans Come Crashing Down Pt 2

Location: One Night in Hell→ Exiting
Time: Evening- Opening

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Killan

Killian’s eyebrow raised at Damian’s reaction. His right hand fell to his side and pulsed Vis, reading a spell. The air charged with prepared electricity nearest his palm. He didn’t like that Damian acting out his frustration out on a patron and prepared to act should the Licenti’s aggression increased. It was out of character compared to Damian’s usual, quiet demeanor. Killian to wonder what was up. Instinctively his lips pressed tightly together. Preventing him from inquiring about Damian’s unusual behavior until they were alone and out of eavesdrop range.

He carefully sized up Damian when the Licenti dropped to the kid’s eye level. His stuttering returned as he talked with her, trying to calm her down. Killian nodded when Damian looked at him for agreement. Silently, he continued to observe the exchange between the pair but didn’t draw closer. He couldn’t tell if the girl would bolt or not again.

Mercy’s expression soured suddenly when Damian mentioned their boss. Killian’s gut stirred with anxiety about the familiar expression. It was one of anger and utter hatred, something he had seen multiples when he was a gang member. A powerful motivator.

Mercy stepped back from Damian as her voice twisted into something angry, “Your boss? Protect me? She is the reason I did it. That bitch killed my brother!”

“Damian, let’s take this elsewhere. Did you see where she came from?” Killian suggested as he pointed to an emergency exit leading outside.

He didn’t want to go out in the cold, but having a scene among the crowd wasn’t going to help anyone. Damian also looked like he could use the fresh air.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Prisoner Cells, three days ATC, 10^th hour |~

_~|Jayda|~

Jayda stirred. Her purple grey eyes flickered open to the morning light flooding in, her irises gradually adjusted to the shift from darkness to daylight. Cautiously her figure moved from its semi-upright position in the corner of her room. Unlike the Lords, the apprentices were forced to share their rooms with each other. This left them exposed to possible threats from each other when at their most vulnerable. Not a situation she wasn’t familiar with since following Sish.

Getting ready for the morning, her the ear bead on her desk shook indicating there was a message. Her eyes shot to it then cautious placed it to her ear. She flipped it on with a simple press of her finger when the voice of Nyiss erupted into her eardrum. The Darth had made orders to isolate one of the prisoners, Cerria Kinall, from the others.

The young apprentice recognized the name of the young padawan. Her curiosity got the better of her and she researched the Jedi’s name after she took Kinall down during the Coruscant attack. Part of Jayda wondered if it was coincidence or if the Darth had larger plans at work for the would-be victim. Feeling her suspicion coil in her mind, Jayda shook it away as she walked from her quarters toward the prison. Unknown to her, she just barely missed Xid’s and Talon’s retreat into the compound.

She entered when the door authorized her presence and hissed open. She was sided by two other troopers with blasters at the ready. Jayda paused to double check her information about where Kinall was located. Cellblock seven. Her eyes jerked upward and spotted out of the corner of her vision a Twi’lek vanishing through her target’s cell doors. It seemed Kinall had a guest.

Jayda sighed then pressed her lips tightly together. She gestured for the troopers to keep an eye on the surroundings and their weapons ready as she approached the cell door. The Zabrak stopped just shy before she spoke loud enough to hear.

“Jedi Padawan Kinall, come out of your cell immediately. Or I will come in and remove you by force.”

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Slow as hell, lol.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

~|Ryria T’Vessi|~

Ryria remained hunched down behind the discarded equipment. Her eyes still traced Notatus and Tazen’s path through the scope, following them closely with her finger on the trigger. It sounded like the other fireteam had been given permission to begin their distraction. More shots came in the distance causing most of the Kett to reroute toward the biggest threat.

For the most part, she had ignored Mathew’s sarcastic statements. It was pointless to waste the energy on restating facts. In addition, the Asari didn’t care about Mathew’s first impression because they were only required to work together. As long as they were able to do this, there was little reason to go beyond an associate-type relationship. It would only end up being painful later for her and it was a lesson she didn’t intend to repeat again.

When Mathew’s drone split into three, Ryria didn’t react. Inside she mentally rolled her eyes at the decision to leave one behind to cover her. It already appeared about three of the individuals she was working with had history due to how comfortable they were with each other. As Mathews and Volintis moved out, Ryria raised over the edge of her cover with her rifle ready to take a pot shot at the nearest threat.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Location: Lachance Stronghold-Henderson, Nevada

Time: Late Evening

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Benjamin’s mind tried to recollect the recent events, but it was all a hazy mess. Immediately he felt the familiar burning in the back of his throat, followed by the putrid taste of rotted meat and blood. Acid burned along his esophagus until it reached his mouth causing him to lurch forward. His mouth open to spew a thick, tar-like substance across the wooden bowl in his lap. It stained the surface as it puddled in the center. Immediately the scent caught his nose causing Benjamin to jerk back and press the back of his hand to his nose, blocking the scent. The nauseous tried to fill his middle, churning the insides, only to relax once more.

It seemed the herbs he was given had helped keep the sickness from spreading. Taking a moment or two to collect himself, Benjamin shifted the bowl beside his leg. Sweat coated all over his skin making it twitch in discomfort. His hands reached up to pull his wet hair back against his scalp as he tried to adjust to his new surroundings. He felt horrible. Every inch of him was sore and weakness poisoned his system. Even worse, he was vulnerable thanks to his exposure.

Unable to bear it much longer, Benjamin rose to his feet and strolled to the next bench. His hands snatched up the simple tunic and pants left behind for him. They seemed a bit too baggy for his frame, but he ignored it. Baggy was better than naked.

After he finished up dressing, he absentmindedly rubbed his left wrist. Thick red lines were visible where the bindings held him down as a wolf. When he shifted back into human, he was able to pull his arms out and undo his ankles. That’s when he had vomited up whatever had gotten into his system. It was an unpleasant experience. Everything seemed alright now while Benjamin tried to seek clues about his whereabouts in the room. He doubted he would be able to simply wander about without a chaperone. The thought draw a groan in his head.

The sound of a door opening caused him to whip about abruptly.

Samhain Intrigues

Noah Griffin

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Noah’s head jerked up when he heard the small plop. His eyes caught the swell of water foam up into bubbles, followed by the small, high pitched squeaking of the sprite. It wasn’t hard to realize she had jumped into the water. Her giggling made it easy to locate her easily as he stepped back a bit. His thighs swished the water’s surface while he lowered himself into the warm water. It trailed across his grimy skin as he suspiciously eyed each bubble that drew near him.

His attention drifted to the bubble in his hand. The weight had immediately changed, becoming heavier and thicker in appearance. Even the color had changed. Cautiously Noah examined the bubble, half expected it to explode in his face before it popped in his palm. The thick liquid gushed across the creases. It felt like shower gel against his skin. Realizing it won’t hurt him. Noah began to bring it to his skin and lather it up The thick liquid melted into the creases of his skin and coated it lightly. It reminded him of thick, fragrant shower soap. Though it wasn’t any scent he usually used. Seeing as he needed to be clean, he gently rubbed it on his skin causing it to soap up and peel away the dirt.

Essence of the World: Flesh Reborn [Adv. Roleplay]

@ShwiggityShwah

Apologies for a very late response as I got a part-time job and had to learn the ropes today. So yeah, moving on.

I’m wary of this idea because it sounds like Yidhra is a deity similar to Lucy and Aaurus. This isn’t going to be allowed. It changes the foundations far too much and risks possibly rippling across others. So, I have an idea how to give the same impression without forcing radical changes to the RP structure. It also gives you something to write and explore, while still having that Lovecraftian flavor in the mix.

Right now, the closest thing to otherworldly beings is demons from hell. More specifically a race that hadn’t made its way into the surface. These races don’t fit the myths or legends giving an alien appeal to them.

My idea is that Yidhra is a demon, who is the first of her race to make it to the surface, masquerading as a goddess among her followers. This wouldn't influence or change any of the world's foundation because she's not a higher being, simply trying to pass herself off as one. It's easy to do when no one knows of your race or abilities. I would say she has done this for a few years so she’s not well known but known enough among a set group and other selective individuals.

She infects her chosen avatar with her essence. Now when most demons infect someone, they end up altering the host into another one of their own kind. Some, however, can create a pact. Kitsunes- an example from old essence- were able to make a pact by creating a shard using both their own essence and another’s. This shard bound the two and later prevented permanent death for the Kitsune should they be killed at any time. (There was additional rules such as the Kitsune couldn't harm the other individual or betray them, etc)

Yidhra’s (if the name is straight from a Lovecraftian story, I might suggest using another name and only mimic the theme) pact could bestow a connection with her and possibly a few magical abilities. Thus, differentiating him from the other cultists.

As for Yidhra or her avatar being used as a Bureau attack dog… that’s a little hard to do if they were captured during a raid. Mostly because at this point things aren’t terrible enough for the Bureau to consider using a prisoner (which they would have ways to contain her) or her avatar as assets. And this would place your character on the backburner for a while until things got to that point. Which they won't for a while.

I have two suggests for this part of your concept:

1. Have her captured and imprisoned in the Bureau, making her avatar decide to infiltrate it. Mostly in order to figure out a way to free her. This provides a good, solid and long-term plotline for your character during the rp.

2. Have the avatar willingly join the Bureau then use their missions to keep the demon entertained and gain information about the supernatural world. Another solid and long-term plotline, but with slightly different motives.

No matter what you decide, you need to actually consider a write up for both your character and the demon (using her as an example of her race). Then I suggest you also do a write up for her race, including their culture and their abilities. Mostly for the GMS to look over and understand how they fit into the world of hell for later plots. The race write up is less urgent or important at the moment than the avatar and demon, so it can be written after those two are approved and gradually over time.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

~|Ryria T’Vessi|~

Ryria’s eyes flicked about the surroundings. She hyper-focused on every little detail and sought for any hint that a Wraith was lurking nearby. Usually, the dust kicked up or the light shimmered just wrong across the surface, a brief warning something was hidden in plain sight.

When Mathews’ voice crept into her helmet, Ryria’s head snapped toward the woman’s direction. She glared at Mathews through her shield. Breaking radio silence, even on personal communications, was dangerous. Anyone could easily pick up the transmission despite how protected they were. The Asari simply frowned as she left the awkward silence to settle a moment or two.

“I’m able to handle myself and notice them before their arrival. Notatus and Tazen are the ones in the hot zone. So focus on keeping them safe first,” her tone was blunt. Icy even.

She let the silence resume despite any attempts to communicate with her. Her eyes were peeled for any hostiles approaching their position when a mysterious SoS signal popped up on her omnitool. Ryia lowered her head to analyze the signal, including its location and strength, causing her paranoia to kick in. Earlier it had been nothing but radio silence. Something was off. Calmly she adjusted her position to peer over her cover just in time to spot a few Kett stalking toward the source.

On impulse, her arms raised her gun then paused. Tazen’s orders to wait rang in her head, their words preventing her from taking any possible shot and forced her to pull away from the trigger. Ryria hoped it wasn’t the scientists’ own stupidity that that just gave them away. Her worries were put to rest when an EMP blast erupted, followed by an explosion when their shields dropped.

Her communications came alive with Tazen’s voice, “Fireteam 2, you are cleared to advance, go go go!”

“Mathews and Volintis, you head out first,” Ryria ordered as she leaned into her scope ready to cover them as they advanced.

Gunfire in the distance drew nearer. It indicated to her that Tazen and Noratus were coming back to meet them halfway, blasting through the disorganized Kett. Carefully the Asari took a moment to trace the pair’s path back through the gaps in the terrain’s cover. They seemed to be handling themselves well so there was little reason to waste her shots until otherwise. After Volintis and Mathews moved, Ryria brought up the rear toward the rest of the Fireteam 2.

Samhain Intrigues

Mine is as well, struggled a bit with it and it was too short at first. I managed to lengthen it though.

Samhain Intrigues

Noah Griffin

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Noah had pressed against the pool’s edge now. It was obvious he wasn’t clean by a long shot. Grim still clung to his dark skin, barely hidden by his complexion, as he listened to the sprite’s cheerfulness tone down notably. He wasn’t sure if that a good or bad thing. Her-his mind set on the fairer gender- demeanor reminded him of a child for the most part. The only thing breaking that illusion was the fact she had no specific facial features and her figure was far too small. He estimated he could easily lift her up in his large hand then toss her several feet without breaking a sweat. Not that he would.

It made him uncomfortable in a completely different way than the fox.

Things weren’t always as they seemed. As if prompted, Noah’s mind unearthed prior memories. They shifted from the Kitsune’s ripping off his face to a cat-eyed woman grinning at him. Her fingernails seemed to dig past the coat, the flesh and into his very core. His soul.

Everything he has seen or heard made him question what type of place this was. Aside from being a very, very dangerous one.

Noah cast off the fear tingling along his skin when the sprite held out a bubble toward him. He frowned a bit as he held out his hand, palm upwards, to make a makeshift table for her. Beyond that, it wasn’t meant to be an accepting gesture at all.

“Soap would do better,” He countered quietly at her comment.

It was more of an obvious fact as he glanced down at himself, noticing how filthy he was.