"W-whoa." Takamiya stuttered, quite afraid at the anger and power that Rika held. He had never seen his friend quite as irate as she was now. When Rika tumbled backwards onto his form, he hurriedly caught her, his arms under her armpits, and gently lowered her to the floor. He looked at the cuts. "Are you alright? Those cuts have got to hurt..." he looked around the room for a bandage or something of the sort, but he saw nothing. Of course not, he reflected, this guy wasn't going to leave something so vital here. In fact, he probably set this whole room up so we would escape with Rika weakened.
"C'mon," he said. He got Rika into a position where she could easily jump onto his back. "Piggyback." He looked back and smiled. "Now that you're not as fat as you were before I can probably give you one." He made sure that she knew it was just a joke. "We're gonna get out of here. We can either complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses." He promised, quoting Abraham Lincoln as the final sentence.
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"You really are a girl... wow..."
Takamiya pinched himself and winced. He felt it all right. "Is this... is this real? It must be... but it can't be... what...? I..." He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "You are... kinda short..." he admitted. "But I mean... uh..." he was simply stunned.
When Rika started to cry, Takamiya crouched down beside her and gave her a hug. "Aww. Don't worry. You'll be okay. Listen, it's not all bad. You're kinda..." he paused. "Well, you're kinda attractive.
"Anyway. We have to get out of here. Do you have any suggestions? It seems kinda... small. And concrete. No windows to be seen. There's only... a door." He walked over to the door and rapped on it, causing it to make a satisfying clanging echo. "Anyone there? No magic genie to get us out? ...No? Didn't think so... oh well. There's gotta be some way out. Stay POSITIVE!" He grinned, staying optimistic in this dire situation. After looking around the room some, he sat back down next to Rika. "We'll find some way out."
Takamiya pinched himself and winced. He felt it all right. "Is this... is this real? It must be... but it can't be... what...? I..." He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "You are... kinda short..." he admitted. "But I mean... uh..." he was simply stunned.
When Rika started to cry, Takamiya crouched down beside her and gave her a hug. "Aww. Don't worry. You'll be okay. Listen, it's not all bad. You're kinda..." he paused. "Well, you're kinda attractive.
"Anyway. We have to get out of here. Do you have any suggestions? It seems kinda... small. And concrete. No windows to be seen. There's only... a door." He walked over to the door and rapped on it, causing it to make a satisfying clanging echo. "Anyone there? No magic genie to get us out? ...No? Didn't think so... oh well. There's gotta be some way out. Stay POSITIVE!" He grinned, staying optimistic in this dire situation. After looking around the room some, he sat back down next to Rika. "We'll find some way out."
"A-Aoyama... Rika?" Takamiya asked to thin air. "Aoyama..." he thought he'd heard the name somewhere but he couldn't be sure. Groggily he stood up, heaving himself from a sitting position to his knees and then pushing upwards to stand on his feet. "Are you okay...?" he asked, not sure if she could even hear him. He stumbled to the girl's table and looked at her newly-slender arms, her long hair and to her breasts - but quickly looked away. He wasn't a pervert. That wizard... who was he? And... where even are we? ...this has to be a dream... surely... he can't possibly have turned into a girl...
Thoughts aside, he had to get her off the table and away from this place somehow, though they appeared to be somewhat trapped. First things first, he had to untie the girl. He tried to undo the tough knots that stopped her escape, but soon found that trying that was almost impossible. He looked around the room. Something sharp... there's gotta be something... a rock...?
Once he had scanned the room a few times, his sharp eyes noticed a grey-ish, silver-ish object that appeared to blend in with its surroundings. Flint. It was on the other side of the room. He walked to it and picked it up, seeing a jagged edge. He walked back to the table. "You trust me, right?" he asked his childhood friend, and began to cut the rope.
Thoughts aside, he had to get her off the table and away from this place somehow, though they appeared to be somewhat trapped. First things first, he had to untie the girl. He tried to undo the tough knots that stopped her escape, but soon found that trying that was almost impossible. He looked around the room. Something sharp... there's gotta be something... a rock...?
Once he had scanned the room a few times, his sharp eyes noticed a grey-ish, silver-ish object that appeared to blend in with its surroundings. Flint. It was on the other side of the room. He walked to it and picked it up, seeing a jagged edge. He walked back to the table. "You trust me, right?" he asked his childhood friend, and began to cut the rope.
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Hey! Kit here! First of all, thanks for clicking on this thread. I appreciate that.
So I'm pretty new to roleplaying. I've only been doing it for a few months, and I only found out about RPGuild a couple of months ago. I love writing, and roleplaying is just that; writing. But it's better than that - it's writing with someone else. It's a collaboration between two imaginative people with great ideas. And that's what I love about roleplaying. Seeing the plot develop before you with minimal planning is so awesome :P
Anyway, spiel over. Recently, I've been craving a particular genre of roleplay: fantasy. What happens in that roleplay, whether it's comedy, tragedy, romance, or anything else, is for us to decide. If you wanna do a fantasy RP and you have some ideas, shoot me a PM! We'll decide stuff and things there.
Fantasy isn't the only thing I'm craving though. I'm also craving a Neko x Neko RP, or even Neko x Human if you'd prefer - If it's Neko x Human I'd love to be the one with the tail :P
A third RP I would like to do is Drow x Snow Elf. Whilst I don't know much about D&D, their elf culture fascinates me.
And fourth, I would love to do a Sociopath x Sociopath roleplay. This would be adorable x3
In an RP, Kit likes:
Other than that, we can go crazy. If you've got any ideas, shoot me a PM! I look forward to them.
TL;DR: I'm craving fantasy and neko (could be neko x neko or neko x human) roleplays; I would love a Sociopath x Sociopath roleplay; I have a few other pairings in mind (see above or PM me for details); and I have no limits in roleplays whatsoever. Shoot me a PM if you have any ideas for a plot.
--Kit
So I'm pretty new to roleplaying. I've only been doing it for a few months, and I only found out about RPGuild a couple of months ago. I love writing, and roleplaying is just that; writing. But it's better than that - it's writing with someone else. It's a collaboration between two imaginative people with great ideas. And that's what I love about roleplaying. Seeing the plot develop before you with minimal planning is so awesome :P
Anyway, spiel over. Recently, I've been craving a particular genre of roleplay: fantasy. What happens in that roleplay, whether it's comedy, tragedy, romance, or anything else, is for us to decide. If you wanna do a fantasy RP and you have some ideas, shoot me a PM! We'll decide stuff and things there.
Fantasy isn't the only thing I'm craving though. I'm also craving a Neko x Neko RP, or even Neko x Human if you'd prefer - If it's Neko x Human I'd love to be the one with the tail :P
A third RP I would like to do is Drow x Snow Elf. Whilst I don't know much about D&D, their elf culture fascinates me.
And fourth, I would love to do a Sociopath x Sociopath roleplay. This would be adorable x3
In an RP, Kit likes:
- Mid-to-high Casual roleplayers
- A small amount of planning for big plot points
- No god-modders
- Romance is fine as long as it happens naturally, not forced - story comes before all else
- Some smut is fine. I don't like a lot of it, though
- Both male and females work. I don't mind playing a male, and I don't mind playing a female
- Also, gay pairings are absolutely fine, as are lesbian and straight pairings. I'll roleplay anything
- I have absolutely no limits in roleplays, except for the fact that I don't want a pure smut roleplay. Trust me, nothing is more graphic than some of the things that I can imagine. Please note: just because I have no limits does not mean I have no morals. Of course rape and murder and torture are wrong, I just don't mind roleplaying those sorts of scenes
- I prefer original characters to canon characters from a fandom, although I will occasionally roleplay a canon character
- My personal preference is 2-to-3 paragraph messages, around 1000 characters, but if you can't do that much, that's cool! Don't worry about it, I'm flexible. NOTE: I will try to write to you as much as you write to me in each message, or exceed it. Give a lot, get a lot; give a little, get a little. The only exception to this is if I simply cannot think of anything to write about, which doesn't happen often
- I roleplay via PMs. I won't object to forum roleplays, however
- I want a long-standing roleplay with a good story, not one that will be over in like ten messages
- I also want people who won't just disappear on me. If you don't like the way the roleplay is going, then tell me and we can work through it
- I do like to make friends with the people who I RP with. Kik me at Nightwalk3r98 if you wanna be pals. I don't bite I promise
- Most importantly, if you have any triggers then please tell me them. The last thing I want to do is upset my RP buddy.
Other than that, we can go crazy. If you've got any ideas, shoot me a PM! I look forward to them.
TL;DR: I'm craving fantasy and neko (could be neko x neko or neko x human) roleplays; I would love a Sociopath x Sociopath roleplay; I have a few other pairings in mind (see above or PM me for details); and I have no limits in roleplays whatsoever. Shoot me a PM if you have any ideas for a plot.
--Kit
I just want to say... that first post... oh man. It's chilling. It's so good. Keep on writing, LowKey.
Picture it. Rolling green hills, dotted with daisies and ants, all around you.
Can you see her? Down there – the girl on the beach. A tiny, dark speck from here.
Look downwards. You want to move but, as if in a nightmare, your feet are planted on the ground – you can't move. You're standing on a patch of soil, shoes implanted as if you are sinking into quicksand.
Now look up. You squint, trying to make out any features of the girl other than her brown ponytail in the twilight. Would you feel unnerved or fascinated by her unknown presence?
Look to the horizon. See the sun slowly melting below it, see the spectrum of colours that the beautiful sky has become, as orange as a bright flame, yet as pink as a newborn animal emerging from it's mother.
Now imagine you are closer to the beach, but still on the hill. Now the golden sand is visible below you, crabs scuttling along as if you weren't there. Rock pools are dotted throughout the coastline, the sun rippling rainbows across the still water. You can make out more details in the girl now. She seems to be moving erratically, jumping around on the coast like an excited puppy – yet with her gaze permanently fixated on the beauty of the sunset. She looks young – no older than seven years of age. Beneath her dark red coat, she's wearing black leggings dotted with baby-blue flowers.
A wave crashes onto the rocks. Your eyes shoot up, seeking the source of the white noise. Reflected in your eyes are the shades of the ocean, black and blue and white and grey and green and purple and navy. You wonder at the huge spectrum of colours that water can produce.
If I died here, you think, I would be happy.
Now imagine you are standing right beside the excited pup on the beach.
You open your mouth to ask her, who are you? What are you doing here? Where are your parents?
The girl places a forefinger on your lips to silence you. She rasps into your ear, the sound of her whisper unnatural for a girl of her age.
"Don't… say... anything..."
And suddenly your mouth won't move. The girl steps away from your ear, and smiles sweetly. She turns away from you and starts mumbling under her breath to herself, like some witch driven insane.
"…pixies…where are you, pixies? I wanna see you… I wanna see your magic…[i] I came when you told me to… where areeeee youuuu…?"
Now that you are closer to the girl, you can make out more of her facial features. You stare at her in bewilderment. She turns back to you, and holds your stare with deep intensity in her grey, colourless eyes. Something about those eyes sends a chill down your spine. In her eyes, the shades of grey wind and flurry around the iris, dancing around the oculus to her soul like a moth around a flame. Her whites are badly bloodshot, and her wide, black pupils look like an immense, yawning chasm in an otherwise-placid landscape.
A gust of wind blows through your body, chilling you to the bone. Your first impulse is to bring your hands to your arms to attempt to warm yourself, but not even they will move.
Abruptly, a golden shimmer lights the beach.
And you hear the girl laughing - "They're here! The pixies are here! Just like they said they would be!"
You can see shapes forming in the glimmer – but they look… somehow wrong… they are much taller than you expected, and their normally-delicate wings look… raggedy and… worn…
The girl's laugh morphs to one of menace. Her childish laugh turns into a feverish one, the giggle ringing out over the beach.
You are trying your hardest to get your legs to move, but they refuse. The monsters are close to you now, just a few yards away, and the psychopathic child is just standing there, watching them advance.
A sharp pain manifests itself in your forearm. At first you don't register it. You feel strangely detached from your body.
Then you look down and realise what has happened. You are unable to screech in pain as you see your crimson blood flowing through a checked shirt, torn by deadly sharp claws.
This is only the first bite of pain you have to endure. Painful red blossoms across the rest of your body as you come under the assault of the creatures, yet you are unable to protect yourself.
Eventually, the pain becomes too much. A fog enters the edges of your vision, normal colours… turning to beige… turning to grey…
…turning to white…
You whiteout.
The last thing you hear is the child's sandpaper-like voice mere inches from your ear.
"Good night... sleep tight... don't let the bed bugs... bite."
--By Kitsunemimi
Can you see her? Down there – the girl on the beach. A tiny, dark speck from here.
Look downwards. You want to move but, as if in a nightmare, your feet are planted on the ground – you can't move. You're standing on a patch of soil, shoes implanted as if you are sinking into quicksand.
Now look up. You squint, trying to make out any features of the girl other than her brown ponytail in the twilight. Would you feel unnerved or fascinated by her unknown presence?
Look to the horizon. See the sun slowly melting below it, see the spectrum of colours that the beautiful sky has become, as orange as a bright flame, yet as pink as a newborn animal emerging from it's mother.
Now imagine you are closer to the beach, but still on the hill. Now the golden sand is visible below you, crabs scuttling along as if you weren't there. Rock pools are dotted throughout the coastline, the sun rippling rainbows across the still water. You can make out more details in the girl now. She seems to be moving erratically, jumping around on the coast like an excited puppy – yet with her gaze permanently fixated on the beauty of the sunset. She looks young – no older than seven years of age. Beneath her dark red coat, she's wearing black leggings dotted with baby-blue flowers.
A wave crashes onto the rocks. Your eyes shoot up, seeking the source of the white noise. Reflected in your eyes are the shades of the ocean, black and blue and white and grey and green and purple and navy. You wonder at the huge spectrum of colours that water can produce.
If I died here, you think, I would be happy.
Now imagine you are standing right beside the excited pup on the beach.
You open your mouth to ask her, who are you? What are you doing here? Where are your parents?
The girl places a forefinger on your lips to silence you. She rasps into your ear, the sound of her whisper unnatural for a girl of her age.
"Don't… say... anything..."
And suddenly your mouth won't move. The girl steps away from your ear, and smiles sweetly. She turns away from you and starts mumbling under her breath to herself, like some witch driven insane.
"…pixies…where are you, pixies? I wanna see you… I wanna see your magic…[i] I came when you told me to… where areeeee youuuu…?"
Now that you are closer to the girl, you can make out more of her facial features. You stare at her in bewilderment. She turns back to you, and holds your stare with deep intensity in her grey, colourless eyes. Something about those eyes sends a chill down your spine. In her eyes, the shades of grey wind and flurry around the iris, dancing around the oculus to her soul like a moth around a flame. Her whites are badly bloodshot, and her wide, black pupils look like an immense, yawning chasm in an otherwise-placid landscape.
A gust of wind blows through your body, chilling you to the bone. Your first impulse is to bring your hands to your arms to attempt to warm yourself, but not even they will move.
Abruptly, a golden shimmer lights the beach.
And you hear the girl laughing - "They're here! The pixies are here! Just like they said they would be!"
You can see shapes forming in the glimmer – but they look… somehow wrong… they are much taller than you expected, and their normally-delicate wings look… raggedy and… worn…
The girl's laugh morphs to one of menace. Her childish laugh turns into a feverish one, the giggle ringing out over the beach.
You are trying your hardest to get your legs to move, but they refuse. The monsters are close to you now, just a few yards away, and the psychopathic child is just standing there, watching them advance.
A sharp pain manifests itself in your forearm. At first you don't register it. You feel strangely detached from your body.
Then you look down and realise what has happened. You are unable to screech in pain as you see your crimson blood flowing through a checked shirt, torn by deadly sharp claws.
This is only the first bite of pain you have to endure. Painful red blossoms across the rest of your body as you come under the assault of the creatures, yet you are unable to protect yourself.
Eventually, the pain becomes too much. A fog enters the edges of your vision, normal colours… turning to beige… turning to grey…
…turning to white…
You whiteout.
The last thing you hear is the child's sandpaper-like voice mere inches from your ear.
"Good night... sleep tight... don't let the bed bugs... bite."
--By Kitsunemimi
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