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1 yr ago
Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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1 yr ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
1 yr ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
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40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well

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I won't lie.

I shouldn't be interested in this, I really shouldn't.

But I might be interested in this.
It's only been five days, I'm sure everything is okay.





Interacting with: @Hero



Cara fumbled around with her phone, taking it out and losing her attention to something inaudible to Laurence. He wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, or what had caught her focus. At first, he didn't pay much heed, instead just looking near her for comfort. In the corners of his gleaming eye, he saw the distorted world as it had been since he came too. Horrific, jagged and terrifying, all the components of hell in one package. They moved without much solid direction, obscured indefinitely by the rising thickness of the fog. Laurence cursed himself under his breath, wondering if it was a nightmare or a dreamscape. The last night, he'd had a weird dream. He remembered it. The boat. The captain. The other one. All in darkness, not dissimilar from the tonal emptiness of their own world. To remember that strange sensation and experience was to let himself falter in delusional fantasy.

The buildings didn't change. They wandered in one direction and hoped something would change, retracing the steps they'd taken in the real world. There didn't seem to be an exit at all. Not one in sight. Nothing. Nada. Nyet. Nien. No escape. Same route. Over and over. Laurence felt his chest hurt, as if he'd been hyperventilating. He quickly held onto Cara's sleeve, just to ensure he didn't lose his way in the thickness of the fog. Neither could see where they were going, most likely. Purgatory sure did smell awful.


"Hey...where do you think-" He began, only to see her lost in her phone and snapping her eyes back up.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" He kept quiet for a few seconds, hearing nothing but the wind between them and the eeriness of distant shuffles. Both were out of sight and definitely not out of his mind. He faced her, concerned both for his own safety and the well-being of her. Had the realisation finally settled in, that she was in a world unlike anything she'd ever seen before? "Cara, I don't hear anything? Are...is everything okay?"

Cara's head whipped back in Laurence's direction, a response on the tip of her tongue before she decided to stare at him for a moment. "You don't hear it...?" She asked, completely uncertain. Laurence shook his head, also uncertain of what she was on about. Running her hands through her hair, she frowned as she looked around for a second before staring at an alleyway. She crossed her arms, deliberating on what to do. "...I hear a song coming from over there. It's the tune to a show my mom used to watch when I was a kid," She sighed. "I mean, it's been years since I've heard it, but I'd recognise that initial melody anywhere. Of course, I don't know why I'm hearing it, but..." She trailed off for a moment, lost in her thoughts.

In the moment, where she spoke without confidence or understanding, Laurence lost himself analysing her estranged findings. The way in which she talked to herself wasn't too dissimilar to that of his own musings, a strong hopeless wander through their aloud thoughts. He waited, quietly, for her to finish, listening out again. And there it was - a new noise. It wasn't recognisable in any way, shape or form. For him, it was distorted. Sporadic changes in tempo and pitch echoed through the winded skies. He could not recognise what she clearly could. Either he was insane, or her mother had a really strange taste in music.

"I...can hear something. Should we-...I mean, like...I don't know if it's safe to really poke around." At first, he appeared to speak timidly, finding himself indecisive over what their situation was. Within seconds he'd found his footing, and spoke with relative confidence. "Cara, I'm not sure if this is safe. Where are we? We don't know what's going on. A creepy song isn't exactly a good sign. Call it a hunch, but I've seen so many techniques on this stuff-" He stopped himself from ranting, feeling a slight self consciousness arising from a leaderlike ramble into his professionalism. He wasn't sure why it embarrassed him, it just did. Instead, he felt his grip on her sleeve tighten slightly, just out of stress and fear.

The brunette hesitated for a moment, scratching her chin as she thought to herself. She seemed to agree with Laurence on the surface, although she couldn't keep her attention away from the alleyway. After deliberating for a second, she turned back to Laurence, shaking her head. "I know you're right. But it isn't like we have any other clues, and maybe it's a sign of someone else being around? Someone that could help?" She suggested. "It's between that or just wandering around otherwise."

"You really are driving a hard bargain..." In seconds, he seceded and stood closer to her. If it weren't for just the few centimetres of fog between them, he'd have been physically latching onto her out of fear. He took a deep breath and sighed, looking at his own reflection in the broken glasses of the nearby ransacked, concrete buildings. "Look, call me a pussy if you want, but you're going first. This is your idea. I don't like this fucking setup we have going on here but I might be putting my life in your hands. I barely know you, too. You better make this work, okay?" He stood in front of her, forcing himself to look her in the eye. It was hard to do, but he managed. And as he spoke, that little Polish voice poked its head out from its hiding spot. Truly, the day had been a wild, yet fearful, one already. "Tell me this is going to go okay, Cara. Please...I need something."

Cara gave Laurence a nod without hesitation. "That's fair, it's my stupid idea to begin with," She replied. "But don't worry, if it's dangerous, we can run. And if whoever is over there decides to give us a problem, I'll handle them. I'm tougher than I look." She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a pair of fighting gloves. Slipping them on and fiddling them after a few seconds, she gave him a wink. "Just stay close and follow me, I'll keep you safe."

And as she took point, leading ahead, he felt one of those heart-aching chest pounds that hammered in his anxiety. This time, it wasn't over fear for the world. It was just like with Fiddle. He looked at himself in the broken glass again and fiddled with his hair slightly, unsure of if he'd even still resembled a presentable young british-polish boy. And as she took the first step, he muttered to himself sweet praise at the beauty that came about the harsh darkness of the day. And whisper to himself did he do, regardless of if he was actually loud or not.

"Angels...fuck, is this what being religious feels like?""






Encountering - @Lugubrious



The hounds made their move. She watched with a decrepit spitefulness in her tongue. A hunger latched onto her stomach. Things needed to be killed. Instead, she found herself stalking. She saw people, figures that were unlike any shadow she'd recognised. Four of them. In weird orders. Walking together. Talking like normal...people? Their spread out was immeasurable, hard to keep track of in the heat of her own confusion. Something was off. Something was different. The tables had turned. She had a sore sickness in her head, one that nauseated her and made her lose her focus. Instead of going in on the shadow, she felt the sickness keep her in place. She latched onto her perched spot and blinked several times. By the time she came to properly, they had moved on. She could still sense them though. The smell was pungent. She no longer grinned with confidence. Instead, an uncertain stomach ache beckoned her hunger forth. And then, she commenced her pursuit.

They'd split. She could sense them in different locations, spread down a multitude of streets before ending up in the same place again. However, in the distance, one of the usual roads suddenly changed into something far more devious. Gone were the usual jagged buildings of green and grey, and in their place sat a vile representation of gold. Towers, statues. A new world was born right before her eyes. She could not make sense of it. It was something she hadn't seen for...years...oh god.

She lunged forward, striding from rooftop to rooftop. The grapple took her high and traversed the invalid obstructions before her. Something was very off. The close she came, the worse her gut became. What was it? Was it him? Were those people him? Were they all him? Had he sent them? Were they innocent? Things to kill? Shadows driven by something...oh no. It was more of them. Like her. Like she used to be. She tapped her skull with her fingers, adjusting her mask. She couldn't accept it. They couldn't be them. She'd have to go down and kill them herself. They weren't real. Were they? She wanted to ask them. It was risky to do so. Careless. It went against her philosophy of survival and the routine that had kept her alive all those days, and weeks...and months...and indiscernible years. No. Her mind was going elsewhere. Focus. Tick tock. Don't lose focus. Talking to herself, she scouted atop a nearby roof, hearing the booming voices of microphones.

And she looked down below. There, she saw them again. Another figure was there. She looked exactly like the silver haired one. Dressed a bit more eccentrically, for her taste. Oh, but who could she talk about, her fashion sense was that of a plague doctor on cocaine wearing a hoodie. Nothing of the ordinary. She remembered clothes like that, from another time. Time was gone. Wasn't it? Always falling away, the second that once was being locked in a faint world known as memories. Much like her. Locked away. For what? Or was she locked away? Was she stuck there willingly, looking for a goal, or hiding from the other place? No, she couldn't talk about that. Not now. She spied them further, scrutinising their every move. They spoke, it looked like teasing. She couldn't quite tell. But then, it clocked. They looked the same. Exactly the same. The first didn't seem like she recognised the other. This was not...they were not the same. And it took that slight memory, that passage of time that was once lost to the aeons of nothingness, to realise what she was looking at. It was another one of those cases. And without thinking, an instinct she hadn't felt long before arose. With her mask donned, she latched her grapple to the rooftop, and leapt off of the rooftop. She sailed down, spiralling as she did so, before landing uncomfortably on her own two feet.

She kept her distance, but took several steps forward. As she stood up, from her jacket, she drew out a firearm in one hand, and some sort of blade in the other. The magazine was already in its socket and she trailed it on the group with precise steadiness. Her hand barely twitched, as if she was born with it in her hand.


"H-Hey! No, I don't like whatever little shitshow is going on here. Don't like it." She spoke sporadically. Many a time had she not had to directly address her target, talking to them with the expectation of a response. Instead, she just yelled rather loudly, and dangerously considering her armament. "Y-You two, the twins or some shit....step away. I don't like you being together. Some of you shouldn't be here! Talk or I start blasting, y'here?"
I'd like to take a spot, if there's one left.


There is a spot! Feel free to join the discord found in the OOC to discuss it a bit more! Should be the Fool and the Hermit that are free
What's the GM style here?
Is this more sandbox or do we wait for replies?
Fyi I'm using A combination of text to speech and phone typing and a lot of good thoughts until I'm in less medical condition. My replies will be slow. Do we have to post in order? Or is it more of an anarchy style?


I imagine its less an order and more a case of "who should" make a reply, like if you're in an interaction maybe there's not a lock on it? That's my guess.


The Castle



He remembered the hour in which he arrived at the castle. It felt special, different to the other tribulations that had stood in his path of life. Twelve acres of plumed memories waned to the admiration he felt at the fort. It was alien, by all accounts, to see the climax of a stationary civilisation. Movement would be its downfall as it rested in the bricks of its great foundation. The grandest form of architecture he'd seen in all of his days, right before him. And he was inside. The others hadn't shown up, presuming there were others to come. Surely there would've been. He remembered the invitation, the call to duty, that he'd received. Roe'wynn had been very much unaware as to why he was picked. He was a nobody, a faint aspect to society and mankind in its entirety. A stain, perhaps, or a false idol in the midst of a chaotic aeon. It wasn't that he cared...maybe. He thought he didn't care. Either way, he appreciated the chance to do something with the days that had their meaning taken away.

Sat in a cold seat in the middle of some meeting area, he went about his minutes watching Aurin coil and turn around. He hadn't really met any other Eidolon's in his passing, only seen the occasional at a distant glance. Whether they were like Aurin was another question. It seemed to float with little knowledge of what it meant to be a spirit. Playful in attitude, coiling and curling around him with its great flexibility, and snuggling against his neck like a scarf, made for an interesting companion. Yet it could not communicate. They couldn't communicate. Roe'mynn didn't know what Aurin thought or said whenever it spoke its primitive tongue. Yet Aurin understood Roe'mynn, and in a way that was enough to get through the trials between them.


"It's so quiet being so static." He thought aloud, yet permitted to a low mumble. "It hav's low peace. Anxious, I feel. Do you feel it too?"

Aurin squeaked its usual toy-like noise. God, for someone as stoic as Roe'wynn, he couldn't help but feel his heart melt at the tenderness of the spirit's voice. He hated admitting that this was his most liked trait, considering all that he went through upon finding the creature. Either way, he still felt himself drifting at the mind, thinking of things other than sounds, or rather a lack thereof. Everything was so still, like the Kingdom itself. It didn't move. It spent its days perched in one place, and just expanded how big its place was. It never moved like Roe'wynn had known all his life. Perhaps civilisation wasn't in search for something, like the community had. It was different. He wasn't used to how different it was. He suggested to himself that maybe it was down to the fact that he knew nobody. Aurin was the only consistency in his life. And maybe the call to arms he accepted would change that. He didn't know. Maybe they would be fools, or geniuses. He just hoped that they'd accept him for what the community once had.
I'll try to get something up soon



I'd be game I guess


If you wanna join, just follow the discord link and read up on the OOC please
Sup Stuff. I never expected you to come out with a slice of life rp. I'm game if you'll have me. I need a break from the magical rps I'm in.


Sure thing. We've got a bit of a mini player crisis with some of them vanishing

Feel free to whip up some characters, though I'll warn that if we can't get that much more I might have to for alternatives within the RP.

Speaking of which, I forgot to post this here: Discord Link. I tend to use this server as a space for OOCs and for easier communication, so if you're in the RP still hop into it and just let me know what you're there for and we can work some stuff up (less going back and forth and more direct communication innit) @alexfangtalon@Asesina.

Hokum and Bee are already there 'cause hell yeah
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