I'm very interested as well! I don't know if the spot has already been filled, but if it is, is it alright for me to read as a spectator? I love this story very much!
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STATUS: Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff. 4 yrs ago
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Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff.
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Lifetip: Don't forget to eat for 2 days, then drink 44 oz of coke at the movies. I don't feel too good, Mr. Stark.
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Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
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I'm very interested in this premise. I'll set to reading the posts today! Do you need a writing sample from us before we post a sheet? And should we post a sheet here or elsewhere?
Interesting. If you're still open, I'd like a fox.
Hmmm, I wonder which plot I might be interested in! Ha ha! If someone hasn't snatched you up for Miraculous Ladybug, I'd be interested!
Well, it has been a while since I did one of these. I like all the little button features, very nice. Anyway, enough marveling at the scenery. I'm Invader Len, most call my Lenny or just Len, for short. I'm here looking for my long lost great-aunt's prize Quiche recipe, but if I can't find that, an interested role playing partner will do quite nicely. If you don't think you are that person, the back button is to your left, and I wish you a wonderful day. If you think might be that person, then feel free to stick around.
Because I am a college student, I have quite a bit on my plate when it comes to studying. However, I do my best to get in 1-3 replies a day.
I also adore OOC chatting, as I believe that two aspiring authors need to get to consult one another and feel out any bumps, so that we can make the story the very best we can.
I tend to prefer PMs to threads, just because it is easier for me to check with the press of a button. However, if one did beg and plead, I could find it somewhere in my heart to do a thread. No emails, please.
Lastly, the spot open in this RP is for a female character, though I would not mind doubling of need be.
A few words of warning, before we get to the plot. This role play will at be at least a high casual-low advanced endeavor, with complex and changing characters, developing dynamics, personality flaws, talking snakes, adventure and possibly even romance. It will have magic and bloodshed, fairies, stolen hearts, and a particularly foul-mouthed fox. If you feel that these things are not what you came here for, then now is your chance to leave. If not, then I will continue.
So, you'd like to be a hero now?
There is another world, beyond our own. Perhaps there are many others, but they don't matter right now. Our story takes place in one certain world, one tied very closely with Earth. The inhabitants call it The Rift, though why they do, no one remembers. It is a world of magic, one where Rún, the very soul of the earth, flows through the hearts of all creatures. It is a world of fairies, of demons, of monsters, and of wonders.
And it is dying.
Everyone knew it was coming. The new monsters crept out of that ever growing darkness that even the old monsters were scared of. The Ravagers, as they were called, were as unfeeling as they were brutal. They tore out the hearts of creatures, and with them, their dreams, their will, their souls, until all that was left was a mere husk. The Heartless, as these new creatures were called, served at the bidding of the Ravagers, destroying all in their path.
In a last ditch effort to halt the expansion of Ravagers and Heartless, the great father Quetzal summoned a hero from Earth, one who could cross through The Rift, and restore it to its former glory. But Quetzal knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, and that the hero would need a guide. So he sent of one of his old students to guide her. And that is where our story begins.
Because I am a college student, I have quite a bit on my plate when it comes to studying. However, I do my best to get in 1-3 replies a day.
I also adore OOC chatting, as I believe that two aspiring authors need to get to consult one another and feel out any bumps, so that we can make the story the very best we can.
I tend to prefer PMs to threads, just because it is easier for me to check with the press of a button. However, if one did beg and plead, I could find it somewhere in my heart to do a thread. No emails, please.
Lastly, the spot open in this RP is for a female character, though I would not mind doubling of need be.
A few words of warning, before we get to the plot. This role play will at be at least a high casual-low advanced endeavor, with complex and changing characters, developing dynamics, personality flaws, talking snakes, adventure and possibly even romance. It will have magic and bloodshed, fairies, stolen hearts, and a particularly foul-mouthed fox. If you feel that these things are not what you came here for, then now is your chance to leave. If not, then I will continue.
So, you'd like to be a hero now?
There is another world, beyond our own. Perhaps there are many others, but they don't matter right now. Our story takes place in one certain world, one tied very closely with Earth. The inhabitants call it The Rift, though why they do, no one remembers. It is a world of magic, one where Rún, the very soul of the earth, flows through the hearts of all creatures. It is a world of fairies, of demons, of monsters, and of wonders.
And it is dying.
Everyone knew it was coming. The new monsters crept out of that ever growing darkness that even the old monsters were scared of. The Ravagers, as they were called, were as unfeeling as they were brutal. They tore out the hearts of creatures, and with them, their dreams, their will, their souls, until all that was left was a mere husk. The Heartless, as these new creatures were called, served at the bidding of the Ravagers, destroying all in their path.
In a last ditch effort to halt the expansion of Ravagers and Heartless, the great father Quetzal summoned a hero from Earth, one who could cross through The Rift, and restore it to its former glory. But Quetzal knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, and that the hero would need a guide. So he sent of one of his old students to guide her. And that is where our story begins.
May I reserve a spot as a Mechanic?
That sounds like an interesting RP. I'm game! I love space pirates.
Alright, I will delete it. However, I don't exactly like that alternative. He never walked out of the building in my post, he verse even left the area around the basement stairwell. Whereas Tara left an investigation on a whim, disappeared, and by the time she comes back to the Museum everyone is gone. Matthias never came in his own car, he rode with the chief. It is completely implausible, how would she even have his phone number when they have just met, he's not even a police officer. It doesn't matter if Tara was watching from the roof, unless she has X-ray vision, she doesn't know where Matthias is. His parents and the police don't know where he is. I apologize for god modding, but please, don't yank around my characters and the scenarios like that. Even the whole one-sided exchange Tara had with him, which you gave me no chance to respond to without changing the scene entirely, was a little much, it was unprofessional, given her job, as is walking off and ignoring orders from a superior officer.
But for the subject at hand, I accept my fault and responsibility, but we are clearly going to work more at communication to make this work.
And on another note, can you perhaps tone down the evil empire of the government a bit? I can understand that you want some of them to be corrupt, but selling antiquities to pay off the debt to China? I doubt the money from the antiquities could even fund a states education budget, even if they were in the millions. I can see a low-ranking ambassador or cabinet member doing it for their own gain, but even public service members are people.
That's all. I'll go and delete the segment of that post now. But I won't be able to write anything in its place until we can come to a route that doesn't ruffle either of us.
But for the subject at hand, I accept my fault and responsibility, but we are clearly going to work more at communication to make this work.
And on another note, can you perhaps tone down the evil empire of the government a bit? I can understand that you want some of them to be corrupt, but selling antiquities to pay off the debt to China? I doubt the money from the antiquities could even fund a states education budget, even if they were in the millions. I can see a low-ranking ambassador or cabinet member doing it for their own gain, but even public service members are people.
That's all. I'll go and delete the segment of that post now. But I won't be able to write anything in its place until we can come to a route that doesn't ruffle either of us.
I'm sorry, I thought she was going down to the basement anyways? I didn't know this would upset you so much. You didn't exactly give me a chance to respond in any way with Matthias, you ended the Museum scene immediately. If you would like, I can delete that part of my post? I understand I might have stepped over the line a little bit, but I thought she would be reaching the basement anyways, so it wouldn't matter when Matthias spoke.
Matthias remained silent as Detective Carson proceeded to become unusually and increasingly hostile, arguing with her partner before rudely bumping into hims, leaving the room. He shrugged it off, brushing his shoulder and calmly walking halfway up the stairs, pausing in the doorway as they bickered and their footsteps faded. Well, it was uncalled for, but it wasn't like he cared. In fact, it was even better this way. If she hated him so much that she couldn't stand his presence after knowing him for less than a minute, all the more in his favor. This way he wouldn't have to worry about her getting in his way. So she could go on and do her 'real detective work'. Just so long as she didn't get in his way.
Around a half hour after the two women left, he got a call on his cellphone. Flipping it open, he held it up to his ear.
"Matthias speaking."
"Matty, hey! Listen, there was some kinda disturbance over at Solomon, some kinda nut job clashed with our officers. It doesn't look like Ghostess is showing up tonight, the rain must be too much. We're pulling back, but we let the guards know to tell us if anything shows up on the security cams. You need a lift home?" came Ramirez's ever cheery voice over the phone. Matthias thought for a moment, the ghost of a smile flickering across his face.
"No, it's alright. I'll catch a ride with the chief back to the precinct. You go on ahead of me." he assured him, hanging up and dialing a second number. This time, a woman's voice answered.
"Mom? Hi, listen, can you tell call dad at the precinct and tell him Ramirez gave me a lift back? And yes, I'm coming over this weekend. Love you too, bye." With his plan in place, Matthias headed back down to the basement, crossing paths again with the curator again.
"Ah, Detective. The museum is closed now, will you be heading out?" she asked, seeming smug. Matthias gave her a sweet, hollow smile, faking innocence.
"Oh, yes, of course I am. I just forgot my cellphone down in the basement, I'll fetch it and be out of your hair." he lied, waving her off. He took a few more steps, then stopped.
"You know, it's strange. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't get any reception down there. You must have a much better phone than myself. It must have been very expensive." he said slyly, casting her a knowing look over his shoulder. Her face draining of blood, the curator didn't say a word, hurrying up the stairs as quickly as she could. He smiled to himself, continuing down to the bottom. As he suspected, there was most definitely illegal activity going on down here. If he used the pictures of the molds he had taken, it could probably get a more official investigation. But now, this was his bait. Ghostess would definitely be coming for the artifacts, and the files proving whatever criminal activity was going on down here. All he had to do was wait.
Around a half hour after the two women left, he got a call on his cellphone. Flipping it open, he held it up to his ear.
"Matthias speaking."
"Matty, hey! Listen, there was some kinda disturbance over at Solomon, some kinda nut job clashed with our officers. It doesn't look like Ghostess is showing up tonight, the rain must be too much. We're pulling back, but we let the guards know to tell us if anything shows up on the security cams. You need a lift home?" came Ramirez's ever cheery voice over the phone. Matthias thought for a moment, the ghost of a smile flickering across his face.
"No, it's alright. I'll catch a ride with the chief back to the precinct. You go on ahead of me." he assured him, hanging up and dialing a second number. This time, a woman's voice answered.
"Mom? Hi, listen, can you tell call dad at the precinct and tell him Ramirez gave me a lift back? And yes, I'm coming over this weekend. Love you too, bye." With his plan in place, Matthias headed back down to the basement, crossing paths again with the curator again.
"Ah, Detective. The museum is closed now, will you be heading out?" she asked, seeming smug. Matthias gave her a sweet, hollow smile, faking innocence.
"Oh, yes, of course I am. I just forgot my cellphone down in the basement, I'll fetch it and be out of your hair." he lied, waving her off. He took a few more steps, then stopped.
"You know, it's strange. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't get any reception down there. You must have a much better phone than myself. It must have been very expensive." he said slyly, casting her a knowing look over his shoulder. Her face draining of blood, the curator didn't say a word, hurrying up the stairs as quickly as she could. He smiled to himself, continuing down to the bottom. As he suspected, there was most definitely illegal activity going on down here. If he used the pictures of the molds he had taken, it could probably get a more official investigation. But now, this was his bait. Ghostess would definitely be coming for the artifacts, and the files proving whatever criminal activity was going on down here. All he had to do was wait.
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