Great posts so far guys.
Accepted, Grey. The cast of this RP is so diverse, itz swt. Fee free to post whenever with the rest of the gang.
Engal, you still around?
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Great posts so far guys.
Accepted, Grey. The cast of this RP is so diverse, itz swt. Fee free to post whenever with the rest of the gang.
Engal, you still around?
Great posts so far guys.
Accepted, Grey. The cast of this RP is so diverse, itz swt. Fee free to post whenever with the rest of the gang.
Engal, you still around?
Nice post, Alt!
frank teh suave
Just updated the cast list. If I bludgeoned the links or missed someone, let me know!
The first post itself will hopefully be going through some modifying as we progress through the RP --particularly in the lore section. Any ideas for other sections you'd like to see are encouraged, as I'd like to make the first post more or less a collection of information on the RP, journey, and world; like an encyclopedia for the roleplay, pretty much.
frank teh suave
Just updated the cast list. If I bludgeoned the links or missed someone, let me know!
The first post itself will hopefully be going through some modifying as we progress through the RP --particularly in the lore section. Any ideas for other sections you'd like to see are encouraged, as I'd like to make the first post more or less a collection of information on the RP, journey, and world; like an encyclopedia for the roleplay, pretty much.
Clever post, Necroes!
Yeah, sorry about that, wanted to get it up ASAP and in doing so made you guys have to think up how to be pulled into the plot. If it helps, anything can work; an illusion of an old politicial friend trying to catch up in America at that location, etc.
Geez, that post made me go a big rubbery one, Traitor. As an RPer I usually am the one guy to post twice to everybody else's one, and who's overly impatient for things to happen. In this case though, I got a ton of new interest after the OOC went up, but I wanted to wait for the Int Checkers before anything, since they were the ones who got me to take it as far as an IC. That's mostly why we were so slow in starting, but now that we're getting things running, I'll be keeping it more timely and all 'at. Maybe make an NPC soon-to-be Mr Winters so Nia becomes your top creation 
Also, nice Tali! I like how sporadic her abilities are, even moreso because of her BPD and DPD. Gonna make for some interesting scenes when she gets emotional. All of our cast are so different from one another, I love it.
I'll edit the cast list and play around with the OOC a bit tonight.
Also, nice Tali! I like how sporadic her abilities are, even moreso because of her BPD and DPD. Gonna make for some interesting scenes when she gets emotional. All of our cast are so different from one another, I love it.
I'll edit the cast list and play around with the OOC a bit tonight.
Thanks, bud
And awesome, looking forward to seeing everyone's posts
Edit: shit forgot to update the cast list. Oh well, will do it tomorrow.
And awesome, looking forward to seeing everyone's posts
Edit: shit forgot to update the cast list. Oh well, will do it tomorrow.
Got the IC up. Tried to make it open to where you all can receive the meeting news in any way you want. As creatively or simplistically as you desire. Have fun with it!
Besides that, really sorry if it seems rushed. I know some of you were itching to start, so I wanted to get it up today. At the same time, today was my first day back at school and my sleeping schedule was all fucked and I had to do other things with the family, was really tired, etc etc.
Besides that, really sorry if it seems rushed. I know some of you were itching to start, so I wanted to get it up today. At the same time, today was my first day back at school and my sleeping schedule was all fucked and I had to do other things with the family, was really tired, etc etc.
Pope Bishop the Prince woke up with the fate of the world on his mind.
He felt the nagging of the universe as it became misaligned, and he felt the haunting stench of the predators responsible. He was surprised he had fallen asleep at all, last year, for the voices never stopped. They were angry. Angry at the Pope Bishop because he couldn't do anything, angry at the wrongness of the World, angry at the inevitability of the task they would have to give. But mostly, angry they had to trust so many mortals.
Pope Bishop sat up, inhaling the whiteness and nothingness around him in a thick clot of smoke. He did not wait, or think, or explain. He just did what he was supposed to.
He exhaled, letting out glittering white dust that floated out past him and into the Earth.
New York saw a strange sort of meteor shower once the clock struck nine-- yet none could tell what was so strange about it.
Lovers embraced underneath its heavenly glow and children made hopeful wishes upon its many arcing lights, but New York felt it in its gut; like the Earth had just regurgitated an unwanted meat onto its favorite plate. The shower was shortly lived, however, and the sudden rush of euphoria and strangeness even shorter. It was soon forgotten among things more pressing to people.
Except to Strange. Strange knew this was a sign, though he didn't know a sign of what. He did, at the very least, know that this meant he had to make his move.
Strange tried to push out with his magic and set things in motion, but it was difficult. New York City was a bustling metropolis with constant noise and infinite scents and millions of residents that called it home (not to mention those here who did not call it such). There was still a touch of day in the sky, leaving the city crawling with crowds of people. (Though, Strange knew it would be this way for him regardless of the time.)
Men and women dined. Children ran on the sidewalks. Wall Street was littered with hungry and greedy men. Times Square never stopped shining.
The world within the city was just filled with an ever-moving crowd and mixed demographic. To contact such select people as he had been researching for days, before he was ready to and before he had decided that they were the most fit for the job (Strange had the world to choose from, literally) was difficult in and of itself. Adding onto it that he had to do it right now, and in this city?
Strange sighed. It would be difficult. Difficult but possible.
His workings were incomprehensible, but they came with results. The air stuttered a little bit and the floor melted a lot of a bit, but he managed to make the Contact without much damage to his surroundings. It would get to them soon: within a day or two. Or as he hoped, within an hour.
Unfortunately, Strange was drained, and he could not give to them each a specific message at a specific time in a specific situation. He could, however, be much more vague. "Appear to them in a means that is realistic to them," he said. "As a letter or thought or message. As a man or woman, or as a loved one. Reach them with whatever means necessary. Just get them together under whatever pretense-- tomorrow in Central Park." It seemed as though Strange was giving orders to someone, and he chuckled at the ignorance of the thought. He finished his message.
"We'll meet at the stroke of nine."
He felt the nagging of the universe as it became misaligned, and he felt the haunting stench of the predators responsible. He was surprised he had fallen asleep at all, last year, for the voices never stopped. They were angry. Angry at the Pope Bishop because he couldn't do anything, angry at the wrongness of the World, angry at the inevitability of the task they would have to give. But mostly, angry they had to trust so many mortals.
Pope Bishop sat up, inhaling the whiteness and nothingness around him in a thick clot of smoke. He did not wait, or think, or explain. He just did what he was supposed to.
He exhaled, letting out glittering white dust that floated out past him and into the Earth.
New York saw a strange sort of meteor shower once the clock struck nine-- yet none could tell what was so strange about it.
Lovers embraced underneath its heavenly glow and children made hopeful wishes upon its many arcing lights, but New York felt it in its gut; like the Earth had just regurgitated an unwanted meat onto its favorite plate. The shower was shortly lived, however, and the sudden rush of euphoria and strangeness even shorter. It was soon forgotten among things more pressing to people.
Except to Strange. Strange knew this was a sign, though he didn't know a sign of what. He did, at the very least, know that this meant he had to make his move.
Strange tried to push out with his magic and set things in motion, but it was difficult. New York City was a bustling metropolis with constant noise and infinite scents and millions of residents that called it home (not to mention those here who did not call it such). There was still a touch of day in the sky, leaving the city crawling with crowds of people. (Though, Strange knew it would be this way for him regardless of the time.)
Men and women dined. Children ran on the sidewalks. Wall Street was littered with hungry and greedy men. Times Square never stopped shining.
The world within the city was just filled with an ever-moving crowd and mixed demographic. To contact such select people as he had been researching for days, before he was ready to and before he had decided that they were the most fit for the job (Strange had the world to choose from, literally) was difficult in and of itself. Adding onto it that he had to do it right now, and in this city?
Strange sighed. It would be difficult. Difficult but possible.
His workings were incomprehensible, but they came with results. The air stuttered a little bit and the floor melted a lot of a bit, but he managed to make the Contact without much damage to his surroundings. It would get to them soon: within a day or two. Or as he hoped, within an hour.
Unfortunately, Strange was drained, and he could not give to them each a specific message at a specific time in a specific situation. He could, however, be much more vague. "Appear to them in a means that is realistic to them," he said. "As a letter or thought or message. As a man or woman, or as a loved one. Reach them with whatever means necessary. Just get them together under whatever pretense-- tomorrow in Central Park." It seemed as though Strange was giving orders to someone, and he chuckled at the ignorance of the thought. He finished his message.
"We'll meet at the stroke of nine."
Going to try and get the IC up tonight. Anyone who still needs to get a CS up may do so, but you don't have much longer, so I'd try to get it up as everyone begins posting in the IC, the latest.
That's a similar theme to what I was planning, so I like it. I intended to just start with everyone receiving an invitation or letter or whatever trope I decided was best before having them follow through with it, but that's the same idea, only it starts us off quicker.
Most likely we'll all start in NYC or any other well-known American hub, just because I think it's more likely for such an odd bunch to meet and congregate there
Edit: Sorry for any weirdly worded sentences or run ons, I mostly respond to the OOC on my cell
Most likely we'll all start in NYC or any other well-known American hub, just because I think it's more likely for such an odd bunch to meet and congregate there
Edit: Sorry for any weirdly worded sentences or run ons, I mostly respond to the OOC on my cell
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