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HERE COME THE HOTSTEPPER
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An empty city.
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The love that broke me.
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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
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Toni turned quickly back to the window as Sasha began speaking. The still damp part of her sleeve streaked down the sides of her face, collecting more droplets before she set her arm upon her lap. She lost herself for a moment, peering through the glass into the cavernous tunnel way outside. For fleeting second she might have sworn to have seen whirling shadows forming, and taken a soft rapping against the side of her arm nearer the window. But when she turned back to speak of the feeling, she allowed herself to stay silent; she absorbed Sasha's words as she caught the tail end of what she was saying. If one Rue getting shot in the forest kept the others away... then maybe...
The cranking mechanisms of Echoh stole her attention. She didn't mind though; the thought that had been cut off wasn't one she cared to hold onto. She watched as the robot scuttled to the corner of the train car and slumped down. A sense of perplexity set in. She couldn't recall ever encountering a machine with so much personality. Keeping her eyes towards Echoh, Toni found her balance and walked to the corner, the conversation still registering behind her. Unsure of how to speak to a robot, she began to gesture like she was drinking a cup of tea.
But hearing her name from Yiya's voice made her turn on the spot.
Without a hint of a moment from coming around, Toni's eyes locked with Yiya's. A tenderness and familiarity seemed to fill the space between them. In sensation like a wave rolling onto the shore, Toni felt herself looking into a mirror and realized that her eyes still had puddles building beneath them. Maintaining eye contact with Yiya, Toni lowered into a seat near Echoh. Revelations began crashing upon her with an almost tidal force.
That the senses she caught from the Rue were their own emotions... that each one was entirely it's own, complex consciousness... that the emotions and energy she put out into the aether played a role in how the Rue behaved around her...
These ideas had only grazed her thoughts before. Now they were cutting deep into her mind. If the Gold Cathedral was as wide a portal into the plane of the Rue, she wasn't sure she could control her feelings well enough to keep them docile. And if they were, in fact, the complicated, individual beings that Yiya claimed them to be... Toni looked around the train car, first eyeing Sasha and the gun she had fired at the Rue on the tracks. Then she glanced back at Echoh, and the Trailing Bird housed in the terrarium. Is killing them even right?
She slid lower into her seat and pondered on the thought for a while.
Before much time had elapsed, the train passed into what felt like a completely different realm. The train whipped around a corner. The cool, dark colors from the cavern earlier gave way to a brilliant warmth of light. Shreds of the sun's rays pierced through the earth over their heads. The rocky spires upon the marble floor collected the rays and glowed like the lamplights back in Oaken City, even more so. It was little like Toni might have imagined the Gold Cathedral to be; in a way it was more brilliant.
Toni pried out of her seat to inch closer to the window...
The feeling set in... rather, the feelings. Pushing. Pulling. A split second of an easy caress. An experience of simultaneously bursting from the inside and being crushed from the out. How would she do what Yiya instructed with so much colliding with her from so many angles?
"Woah!" Toni cried out as the train joltted up and off of the tracks and landed miraculously back into place. She looked out the window and gasped at the sight of dozens of shapeless dark clouds flying by the train. She took firm hold on the seat in front of her. "We've got to do something!" She called out to the others. "Stop the train? Is that safe, Yiya?"
The cranking mechanisms of Echoh stole her attention. She didn't mind though; the thought that had been cut off wasn't one she cared to hold onto. She watched as the robot scuttled to the corner of the train car and slumped down. A sense of perplexity set in. She couldn't recall ever encountering a machine with so much personality. Keeping her eyes towards Echoh, Toni found her balance and walked to the corner, the conversation still registering behind her. Unsure of how to speak to a robot, she began to gesture like she was drinking a cup of tea.
But hearing her name from Yiya's voice made her turn on the spot.
Without a hint of a moment from coming around, Toni's eyes locked with Yiya's. A tenderness and familiarity seemed to fill the space between them. In sensation like a wave rolling onto the shore, Toni felt herself looking into a mirror and realized that her eyes still had puddles building beneath them. Maintaining eye contact with Yiya, Toni lowered into a seat near Echoh. Revelations began crashing upon her with an almost tidal force.
That the senses she caught from the Rue were their own emotions... that each one was entirely it's own, complex consciousness... that the emotions and energy she put out into the aether played a role in how the Rue behaved around her...
These ideas had only grazed her thoughts before. Now they were cutting deep into her mind. If the Gold Cathedral was as wide a portal into the plane of the Rue, she wasn't sure she could control her feelings well enough to keep them docile. And if they were, in fact, the complicated, individual beings that Yiya claimed them to be... Toni looked around the train car, first eyeing Sasha and the gun she had fired at the Rue on the tracks. Then she glanced back at Echoh, and the Trailing Bird housed in the terrarium. Is killing them even right?
She slid lower into her seat and pondered on the thought for a while.
Before much time had elapsed, the train passed into what felt like a completely different realm. The train whipped around a corner. The cool, dark colors from the cavern earlier gave way to a brilliant warmth of light. Shreds of the sun's rays pierced through the earth over their heads. The rocky spires upon the marble floor collected the rays and glowed like the lamplights back in Oaken City, even more so. It was little like Toni might have imagined the Gold Cathedral to be; in a way it was more brilliant.
Toni pried out of her seat to inch closer to the window...
The feeling set in... rather, the feelings. Pushing. Pulling. A split second of an easy caress. An experience of simultaneously bursting from the inside and being crushed from the out. How would she do what Yiya instructed with so much colliding with her from so many angles?
"Woah!" Toni cried out as the train joltted up and off of the tracks and landed miraculously back into place. She looked out the window and gasped at the sight of dozens of shapeless dark clouds flying by the train. She took firm hold on the seat in front of her. "We've got to do something!" She called out to the others. "Stop the train? Is that safe, Yiya?"
YAY!
He returns!
I'm just gonna call the funeral home...don't mind me
Presses F to pat respects.
Collabs - I used to be 100% opposed to collabs on posts. I didn't really think that they added anything to roleplays. They were pitched to me as a way of saving time, but it took just as long or longer to get one pieced together; if a shortcut isn't short, why bother taking it? I'm a bit more amicable towards them these days, but still feel that they aren't an end all-be all to use as a constant. They're great for pulling characters into pids and having groups of 2-3 of them have their own conversations. They're good for delivering major plot points or story arc stuff for characters.
But generally, I feel that if you have all of the characters in a large room... might as well just do solo posts and have some freestyle interactions.
But generally, I feel that if you have all of the characters in a large room... might as well just do solo posts and have some freestyle interactions.
F*** the insularity
So question about the Rue: are they in any capacity the lingering spirits of once living people? Or they more akin to things like demons wherein they were never alive to begin with and just ghostlike entities that filter in from a parallel plane?
((Asking because I had a thought on something I'd like Toni to experience if it's possible))
((Asking because I had a thought on something I'd like Toni to experience if it's possible))
Yay another Sk8ter! I'm putting an older slightly aged Sk8ter together myself.
Let me know what you have in mind for the cell. Or we could compare.
@Havoccultist I never pegged a specific year, but I’d say roughly around the 23rd or 24th century. The Megacities took ages to build and they’ve been there for a century at least.
@Wayward Yup! Anyone can pop in and apply with a CS!
Awesome. I've a Sk8te character in mind.
I should have a post worked out in the next two-three days.
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