A series of shakes, I'd say. Though I don't quite think it will get to the level of 'oh shit the world is ending', it won't get quite that strong. More like 'this is really going to ruin my day', but not quite 'I'm definitely gonna die'.
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STATUS: It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months. 8 yrs ago
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It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months.
8 yrs ago
*basks in your attention*
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8 yrs ago
Sometimes I remember my school is frequented by pretentious, self-important fuckwits. And then I get sad.
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Finals stuff is about to come up. Responses will be sporadic.
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8 yrs ago
If my partners could not talk about the politics with me - I want this site to be my escape, and my thoughts about it are my business.
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Not actually a mom nor German
Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.
Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.
Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.
Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.
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"Summon the sorcerer," she ordered her henchman. He bowed and turned for the great door. As he strode off towards the exit, she headed deeper into the recesses of the room. She pulled a dark, feathered cloak off a claw in the wall and draped it around her pale shoulders. She spared another glance out her balcony, looking out over the lands even her eyes could not see fully. This light on the surface, she'd captured it time and time again, but this light could prove vital. Her domain had become more restless than she'd ever seen it. The clamoring at the outskirts of her realm hadn't been adequately silenced. Not even her captain of the guard had managed to completely squelch the billions of souls. If needed, she would soon travel to the outskirts and put them down herself.
She began to follow where her servant had gone moments before, walking down the cavernous corridors, her footsteps echoing off the walls, past guard after guard bowed, until she entered the great hall. Obsidian pillars and red glass chandeliers loomed over her head. At the far end of the great hall, a single throne stood, made of rock laced with red opal, seemingly evaporating as the stones drifted up, further and further away.
Two figures approached her from the shadows of the pillars - her servant, striding in, carrying a chest, and a figure bent over, hobbling behind, shrouded in a robe.
"My empress," he rasped, in a voice mostly lost to time and wear.
"Gamigin." She came to a stop in the center of the room. " The end of one thousand years approaches. A being hosting a power of pure light will soon appear on the surface." Her servant laid the chest on the ground before her as she spoke, opening it to uncover a scratched, misshapen crystal orb. "You shall locate it for me, as you have so many times before."
"It would be my honor, my liege," the sorcerer croaked, drawing his hood back from an old, graying, eyeless face and kneeling at the chest.
She watched hungrily as he dragged his old, decrepit hands over the crystal, summoning a glow from deep within it. The sorcerer grunted and groaned, prying at the crystal, and it began to glow fiercer and twist around in its setting with a scrape. It spun faster and faster. It began to spark. Sparks fell to the floor, but they didn't singe anything in their paths.
At his gestured command, the orb came to a complete stop. Gamigin gazed into it, searching. "I feel the light... coming strong here, stronger than anywhere else on the surface. I see... someplace warm... somewhere bright from the sun.... where structures climb towards the sky... such odd structures… there are beings everywhere... I've never seen so many... I cannot see it... I cannot locate the celestial light among them…"
She narrowed her eyes. Too many beings to find the light? Unheard of. Why would so many gather in one place? Unless they had found the light already. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands. No, they couldn't have found it already. That was completely unacceptable. "Never mind how many there are. I will know it when I find it. I will find it." She'd just have to be faster than ever. Though the uncertainty aggravated her, it would likely be of little consequence. Even if the location was unusual, there was nothing up there that could impede her search or acquisition. What? Would the surface creatures really have the means to prevent her from taking the light?
She whipped around to glare at her crack-faced servant. "Ronove. Bring my wings to me. I want to leave for the surface at once. I will find this light and bring it where it rightfully belongs."
"Of course, my empress."
Minutes later, the first tremor shook the sands.
She began to follow where her servant had gone moments before, walking down the cavernous corridors, her footsteps echoing off the walls, past guard after guard bowed, until she entered the great hall. Obsidian pillars and red glass chandeliers loomed over her head. At the far end of the great hall, a single throne stood, made of rock laced with red opal, seemingly evaporating as the stones drifted up, further and further away.
Two figures approached her from the shadows of the pillars - her servant, striding in, carrying a chest, and a figure bent over, hobbling behind, shrouded in a robe.
"My empress," he rasped, in a voice mostly lost to time and wear.
"Gamigin." She came to a stop in the center of the room. " The end of one thousand years approaches. A being hosting a power of pure light will soon appear on the surface." Her servant laid the chest on the ground before her as she spoke, opening it to uncover a scratched, misshapen crystal orb. "You shall locate it for me, as you have so many times before."
"It would be my honor, my liege," the sorcerer croaked, drawing his hood back from an old, graying, eyeless face and kneeling at the chest.
She watched hungrily as he dragged his old, decrepit hands over the crystal, summoning a glow from deep within it. The sorcerer grunted and groaned, prying at the crystal, and it began to glow fiercer and twist around in its setting with a scrape. It spun faster and faster. It began to spark. Sparks fell to the floor, but they didn't singe anything in their paths.
At his gestured command, the orb came to a complete stop. Gamigin gazed into it, searching. "I feel the light... coming strong here, stronger than anywhere else on the surface. I see... someplace warm... somewhere bright from the sun.... where structures climb towards the sky... such odd structures… there are beings everywhere... I've never seen so many... I cannot see it... I cannot locate the celestial light among them…"
She narrowed her eyes. Too many beings to find the light? Unheard of. Why would so many gather in one place? Unless they had found the light already. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands. No, they couldn't have found it already. That was completely unacceptable. "Never mind how many there are. I will know it when I find it. I will find it." She'd just have to be faster than ever. Though the uncertainty aggravated her, it would likely be of little consequence. Even if the location was unusual, there was nothing up there that could impede her search or acquisition. What? Would the surface creatures really have the means to prevent her from taking the light?
She whipped around to glare at her crack-faced servant. "Ronove. Bring my wings to me. I want to leave for the surface at once. I will find this light and bring it where it rightfully belongs."
"Of course, my empress."
Minutes later, the first tremor shook the sands.
Hey, that's kind of what happens to the sister! That's the main reason she had the boyfriend at all in the first place. So she could fall even further.
I assumed you gave her the title of evil queen for a reason, as things go.
I assumed you gave her the title of evil queen for a reason, as things go.
Ah, okay, I see what you mean now. In that case, maybe his skin does fit the bill. It sounds like ya the right shade. Not that I know coffee drinks well at all.
I think my workload has gone down at long long last, so I can actually work on responses now! Yay!
Now I have more ideas, inspired by the inspiration of the angel. It gives me something to possibly add to her backstory. And it got me thinking, she needs credibility. She needs something to make it undoubtable that she is THE fearsome empress of the underground.
So what if she slew that angel herself?
I think my workload has gone down at long long last, so I can actually work on responses now! Yay!
Now I have more ideas, inspired by the inspiration of the angel. It gives me something to possibly add to her backstory. And it got me thinking, she needs credibility. She needs something to make it undoubtable that she is THE fearsome empress of the underground.
So what if she slew that angel herself?
I have like 4 RPs going on on this site, and when 2 of them have kids... it blows my mind a little that that seemed to be the demographics of this site. Might have just been a coincidence, of course.
His eyes are the wrong color, and his skin isn't as smooth as described. And I can't really pinpoint what else doesn't quite work about him. I do think it's part that I can't really put the image of this guy I know in real life in this fictional world.
I'm getting inspired by ferrofluid, and the idea of levitating rock formations, and these renderings of biblical seraphim that are just massive and terrifying. I have this idea of the skull of a fallen angel, miles high, being a part of this landscape. And an idea of fortress walls - I don't quite know how to describe it - that are solid at the ground level, but extend up, separating, getting less dense, and levitating apart from one another.
His eyes are the wrong color, and his skin isn't as smooth as described. And I can't really pinpoint what else doesn't quite work about him. I do think it's part that I can't really put the image of this guy I know in real life in this fictional world.
I'm getting inspired by ferrofluid, and the idea of levitating rock formations, and these renderings of biblical seraphim that are just massive and terrifying. I have this idea of the skull of a fallen angel, miles high, being a part of this landscape. And an idea of fortress walls - I don't quite know how to describe it - that are solid at the ground level, but extend up, separating, getting less dense, and levitating apart from one another.
I remember the days when just being out of high school meant you were old, and now half my RP partners have kids. I'm puzzled as to how I became a young'un.
Well, I'm very happy with it. It was so immersive!
I dunno why, but 'multi-racial lowlifes like this punk' made me snicker.
As a matter of fact, the way you're describing Alexander really makes me think of this actor I worked with a summer or two ago. Biracial, the longish hair, the appearance of not having bathed recently and ratty clothing (those were costume decisions not the guy himself). But it's weird because as much as the descriptions kinda fit, I still can't quite see that actor as Alexander. Maybe it just feels too weird for me to project this person I know into this story.
I've started coming up with some inspiration for the underground. It got more fun when I decided to play fast and loose with the laws of reality.
Well, I'm very happy with it. It was so immersive!
I dunno why, but 'multi-racial lowlifes like this punk' made me snicker.
As a matter of fact, the way you're describing Alexander really makes me think of this actor I worked with a summer or two ago. Biracial, the longish hair, the appearance of not having bathed recently and ratty clothing (those were costume decisions not the guy himself). But it's weird because as much as the descriptions kinda fit, I still can't quite see that actor as Alexander. Maybe it just feels too weird for me to project this person I know into this story.
I've started coming up with some inspiration for the underground. It got more fun when I decided to play fast and loose with the laws of reality.
The Empress, Lilith Rofocale
I will make you believe in gods and monsters. Guess which I am.
There is a realm that exists beyond human comprehension. A realm exists under the dirt and rocks of the surface world. A realm dark and hot, dotted with pools of magma, stalagmites that stretch for miles, and seemingly endless fields of ash. A realm that inspires the earthquakes that tears the ground apart beneath ones feet and volcanoes that rain hellfire down from their skies.
At the center of this realm was a fortress, a massive castle of writhing, twisted iron and blackened stone. The building was a behemoth, with metal-clad guards at every arched entryway and high walls and vaulted ceilings inlaid with red glass. At the center of this castle was a creature, reminiscent of a human female, starkly white against the dark stone and metal. She was reclined on a chaise of red satin, watching out from a balcony over the smoky, dimly red landscape.
Steps of a single being echoed on the stones behind her. Not until they approached her did she sit up for her visitor. A short, male-esque figure bowed to her, speaking from a dark, cracked face.
"My empress."
"Do you have something to tell me?"
The visitor looked out the same balcony his mistress was looking. "My empress, we are nearing the end of our calendar's cycle."
"Oh, is it that time of the millennia already?"
"You remember what that means."
"Of course I remember what that means." She stood from her chaise, strutting towards the balcony. "Some creature from the surface will soon discover the true extent of some pure light crap that resides in them."
He nodded. "So you have been thinking about it."
She glared around the landscape before her, frowning intently. "Subjects have been caught digging at the walls, trying to escape. That's unacceptable. But that surface creature's power might get rid of all that. Perhaps that power could fortify my walls. No one leaves my realm without my permission. I'd hate to think that I'm getting lazy with that message." She turned towards her henchman. "I'll have to begin hunting this creature down, very soon."
At the center of this realm was a fortress, a massive castle of writhing, twisted iron and blackened stone. The building was a behemoth, with metal-clad guards at every arched entryway and high walls and vaulted ceilings inlaid with red glass. At the center of this castle was a creature, reminiscent of a human female, starkly white against the dark stone and metal. She was reclined on a chaise of red satin, watching out from a balcony over the smoky, dimly red landscape.
Steps of a single being echoed on the stones behind her. Not until they approached her did she sit up for her visitor. A short, male-esque figure bowed to her, speaking from a dark, cracked face.
"My empress."
"Do you have something to tell me?"
The visitor looked out the same balcony his mistress was looking. "My empress, we are nearing the end of our calendar's cycle."
"Oh, is it that time of the millennia already?"
"You remember what that means."
"Of course I remember what that means." She stood from her chaise, strutting towards the balcony. "Some creature from the surface will soon discover the true extent of some pure light crap that resides in them."
He nodded. "So you have been thinking about it."
She glared around the landscape before her, frowning intently. "Subjects have been caught digging at the walls, trying to escape. That's unacceptable. But that surface creature's power might get rid of all that. Perhaps that power could fortify my walls. No one leaves my realm without my permission. I'd hate to think that I'm getting lazy with that message." She turned towards her henchman. "I'll have to begin hunting this creature down, very soon."
Yes. Yes it is.
It's the most evil part of the story, but it's honestly just a part of what these poor sisters go through. They go through plenty of marginally less evil things as well.
Man, that's pretty rough too. But that also sounds like bad decisions all around.
I think she will. Hopefully that part will work out. Something has to work out for these two eventually. It's some law of probability, I think. Odds are something HAS to go right EVENTUALLY.
It's the most evil part of the story, but it's honestly just a part of what these poor sisters go through. They go through plenty of marginally less evil things as well.
Man, that's pretty rough too. But that also sounds like bad decisions all around.
I think she will. Hopefully that part will work out. Something has to work out for these two eventually. It's some law of probability, I think. Odds are something HAS to go right EVENTUALLY.
My favorite terrible thing to do to a character was have this young woman basically start a war for the sole purpose of finding her sister, only for her sister's ex boyfriend to tell her, once it was far too late to stop the upcoming battle, that her sister was dead. And he knew this. And he didn't tell her from the beginning. Because he's the one that killed her.
And he killed her because the sister was getting increasingly extreme and violent and she was intent on blowing up a city full of (innocent?) aliens. And he had to make that decision, her life or all theirs.
All she gets is to carry her sister's body home.
Gosh I love how horrifically cruel that story is.
That would be some grade-A high quality denial, if he still managed to have it after they slept with each other again.
Elizabeth wouldn't have that denial. Which could make it very painful if Jaspin was still in denial. Sleeping with the love of your life again only to have him tell you it was a mistake and he didn't care about you anymore? Ouch.
And he killed her because the sister was getting increasingly extreme and violent and she was intent on blowing up a city full of (innocent?) aliens. And he had to make that decision, her life or all theirs.
All she gets is to carry her sister's body home.
Gosh I love how horrifically cruel that story is.
That would be some grade-A high quality denial, if he still managed to have it after they slept with each other again.
Elizabeth wouldn't have that denial. Which could make it very painful if Jaspin was still in denial. Sleeping with the love of your life again only to have him tell you it was a mistake and he didn't care about you anymore? Ouch.
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