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8 yrs ago
Current Bradbury's 'There Will Come Soft Rains' is a masterpiece, such a beautiful work that will surely stand the test of ti- What? I'm not crying. You're crying.
8 yrs ago
It takes a special kind of person to bite their tongue while eating. It takes an even more special one to bite the same place while talking. HINT: It's me. I'm that person.
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8 yrs ago
Nearly fell asleep in my coffee earlier. I think that's enough irony for one day.
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8 yrs ago
Today I had a crow hiss at me. I thought that hissing was something Cats and Snakes did, but apparently those beady-eye bastards are evolving and learning to mimic others' behaviour.
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8 yrs ago
Soon to be the proud owner of a shiny new Dremel, and as a result likely no longer the owner of several fingers!
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Hey hey, I'm Goh! 23/M/Australia with a soft spot for dystopian fiction and Lovecraftian horror. I've been RP-ing and writing for about 5 years now; I cut my teeth over on the Planet Minecraft forums but I've recently moved here.

Hobbies include cosplay, being a huge history/politics/philosophy nerd, and telling puns so bad they cause people actual physical pain.

If you want me onboard for an RP, want a collab or just want to chat, feel free to shoot me a message!

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@ON Apologies, it's been a while since I've done any forum RP-ing so my etiquette is a bit rusty. I'm glad everything is to your liking though :)

I'm going with the angle that the Bureau of Investigations (the precursor to the FBI) had been keeping tabs on Dr. Atkins and the strange rise in psychiatric committals in Arkham for a while. They believe that he may have been working on either an ancient weapon or some sort of lost technology and that his death was not a suicide but rather an assassination by foreign agents. Beyond that (or whether or not these assumptions are correct) the BoI doesn't know a great deal about the particulars of Atkins' work.

As far as connecting with other characters, Argus is going to set down in a local hotel, make contact with Barry Lexington for questioning and then go from there.
@ONL @RBYDark I've made a first post on the IC thread; if there’s anything you want me to tidy up or rewrite to make it more lore friendly then just let me know :)
Argus Lichfield

Physical state: Cold
Mental state: Irritated


Argus absolutely loathed spooks. He loathed everything about them. Their tailored suits, their well-groomed hair, their haughty mannerisms - there wasn't a single thing about them that didn't fill him with unbridled hatred. So when Agents Mills and Hanson had approached him with a job opportunity, he had to restrain himself from hooking them both in the jaw.

'You see, the problem is that the Bureau of Investigations can't handle this one themselves.' Mills' Brooklyn-saturated speech flowed thick and fast, a constant deluge of useless words from a young man clearly preoccupied with quantity over quality.

'Can't handle it at all. Too risky.' Parroted Hanson. The huge, dopey agent loomed over Mills like a skyscraper. The display was a textbook intimidation routine, one which seemed rather rehearsed - and one which Argus wasn't buying. He listened in silence as the two agents continued their seemingly incessant babbling.

'Yeah, too risky. I mean, two Feds show up in town and start askin' questions, that gives off the wrong impression, know what I'm sayin'?'
'Yeah, completely the wrong impression.'
'So what we need, Mr. Lichfield, is a man on the ground. A man who ain't one of us-'
'A total wildcard-'
'- So we can figure out what this Dr. Atkins character was onto.' Mills concluded his spiel, out of breath but trying valiantly to conceal it.

Argus silently looked through the dossier before him. The two agents glanced nervously at each other. [color=f7976a]'Uh, might I remind you Mr Lichfield, that the circumstances surrounding Dr. Howard Atkins' death and his recent research represent a potentially dire threat to national securi-'

'I'll do it.'

The two agents fell silent. Argus looked up at them over the folder. 'I'll do it. I'll take the job. That's what you wanted to hear, wasn't it? You wanted a 'yes' out of me.'

And with that, Argus became both their errand boy and their fall guy. He knew how the Bureau operated. If he pulled through, they'd take the evidence back home and parade it in front of their superiors, taking all the credit but keeping their hands clean of any hard work. If he fucked up, they'd use Pinkerton and himself as a scapegoat - just another expendable sack of meat to be discarded at a moment's notice.

Any man of sound mind would have seen right through the scheme and turned them down. But knowing full well the odds that were stacked against him, Argus chose to stare right into its face and said 'Yes'.

And now here he was, aboard a train steaming straight towards dreary Arkham, Massachusetts. The cold in these parts bothered him - it seeped through the walls of his cabin and pierced through his coat and gloves, the unnatural chill sinking deep into his core.

He looked out the window at the Miskatonic's sluggish winter flow. The cold gnawed at him. Perhaps the river was as painfully disinterested in reaching Arkham as he was.
@ONL I've had a bit of a skim and I get the general gist so far, but I'm going back over the posts now so I have a better idea of the style of writing/posting everyone is looking for.
@RBYDark @ONL

Whoops, sorry about that guys, it completely skipped my mind to check the OOC chat >_< I'm still getting used to how these forums work. I'll keep that in mind for next time.


@Alisdragon911 @Pineappletumble

Hardwick placed a couple of dollars on the bar. 'Sorry, all I have is US dollars. I'm not sure if that's legal tender in... Well, wherever we are.' He told Ayeka apologetically.

He looked down at the drink before him. Ayeka's mixing technique was rather different to the tenders in the speakeasies he frequented, but whiskey was still whiskey. He raised his glass and drank deep.

'Woah...' He exclaimed. Much to his surprise, it was the best whiskey sour he'd ever tasted. Damn. That's good stuff. Maybe those whackjobs actually did nab me, and this is heaven.

'I gotta ask Ayeka... What's in this? It's like nothing I've ever had before.' He said, the amazement clear in his voice.

He glanced back at the fairy man again, and leaned in close to her. 'And, uh, what's his deal?' He added in a whisper, although his gesturing in the fairy man's direction, while not particularly impolite, was considerably less subtle.
@Alisdragon911 @Pineappletumble

'Could you fix me a whiskey sour? Does that actually exist in this dimension?' Hardwick asked Ayeka as his eyes wandered around the room, taking it all in. Hard to believe that less than five minutes earlier, he'd been running from his life from a hellish cult that worshipped strange and nightmarish beings beyond human comprehension.

At least there's no cops or Pinkertons out to stop me drinking in here, he thought to himself, and chuckled at the concept.

His gaze came to rest on a tiny blue creature not too far away - a fairy of some kind, by the looks of it. He nodded in acknowledgement at it.
@Alisdragon911

'... Right.' Hardwick responded slowly. It was just as he feared: he had somehow found himself in a place beyond time, space, and potentially even beyond the fabric of reality.

A chilling sense of dread gripped him as he pulled his flask out once more and drank deeply until even the last dregs were gone. The burn from the whiskey seemed to fill every last crevice of his being with warmth, washing away the fear until it was nothing more than a dull murmur.

He turned to Ayeka. 'So... What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?'
@Alisdragon911

The pointed-ear woman introduced herself as Ayeka. 'We are in a tavern in different dimensions' she told him cheerfully.

'Pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am.' Hardwick responded, adding a tip of his hat respectfully. 'But a tavern that can travel through dimensions? That sounds like straight out of a child's book.'

He managed to stop himself before he continued, and glanced around at the eclectic collection of bizarre and grotesque patrons. Was it REALLY that unbelievable that this place was a portal between worlds? With all the indescribable horrors he'd seen since Chicago, a space-time travelling tavern would be a breath of fresh air... Still, if there’s one thing he found dangerously difficult to resist, it was curiosity.

'Say... Ayeka... What's the date today? What day, month and year is it right now?' He asked. A hand sat lightly on the flask in his trenchcoat - he got the feeling he wasn't going to like the answer, and he needed all the help he could get.
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