I know it's been more than a few ages since I've responded, I got caught up in training and then in the hospital and appointments for a while. I kind of lost track of other things during that whole process. Sorry about that, I understand whatever your feelings may be about continuing but I thought I'd at least post something to get a bit back into writing.
Darsby found means to propel himself to the intersection ahead, one hall rushing into crimson oblivion on either side of his stumbling form. The lean humanoid shape this man found himself piloting continued to sway and tremble under the duress of walking. He stopped for a brief moment to heave against another apathetic sigh before turning to address the woman rushing to catch up. His chapped lips relinquished an entirely relaxed tone of voice upon Anora by her request of an explanation.
“Well, you could say something rather hungry has arrived, and it’s likely that we’re both considered… erhm, edible.” Darsby shrugs at that last word, turning from left to right whilst clumsily scratching the back of his head with the aforementioned compact revolver. He takes time staring down each aisle, leaning forward to sniff the air as if some peculiar scent should be presenting itself. “They’re small, assuming they haven't taken a host. But, the...-” He paused, apparently deciding on the left passage as suitable for whatever palette of aroma’s he’s been sharpening. “-the important thing is to not look directly into the blue light they spit everywhere.”
Darsby glanced towards Anora with a somewhat different expression before he disembarked down the targeted hall full of panicked staff and patients. Sympathy purses those lips and cheeks while his eyebrows show faint furrows of unbiased concern. Perhaps some present part of the man stepped aside to realize Anora isn’t experienced in the least with these matters.
“Stay close to me, okay? I’ll answer the rest later.” He spoke in a mildly softer tone than usual, for the first time committing to express emotion. His outbreak of oddly positive sentiment is soon swept under familiar waves of exhausted concentration, half-shut eyes bearing vigilance above darkened craters of skin.
They’d have taken four or five steps before another alarming noise occurs. Nurses had been rushing to and fro on their comfortable shoes, panicked sweat beading their brows whilst attempting to console patients in this time of unexplainable crisis. Several alarmed shrieks are heard upon witnessing Darsby with a firearm, disparate people's immediate thoughts being that this man is the one who’s caused such an uproar. One particularly fierce looking woman in her middle years had been staring as if to intervene just as gunfire rang further down the hall *Bang! Bang!* two shots followed by one effeminate scream. Silence now momentarily envelops both Anora and her injured guide, most individuals present being too immediately frightened to do much other than hide and remain quiet.
About twenty feet down the corridor several emergency lights flicker. Underneath the uneven strobe, a figure emerges from behind one of many vacant stretchers lining the walls. Four black limbs carry a round body of similar color. The whole thing looked like an ebony pumpkin with spindly legs supporting its frame. This dog-sized creature moved in uneven ways, an unnatural cadence producing slight scraping sounds upon the tiles beneath it. There was no head, only a small blue light against what was the front and leading end. It went from left to right, crashing frantically into objects as if it were frenzied into searching for something.
“Anora-..” Darsby whispered. “-.. Can you try to hold it still…?” His firearm is raised to point directly at the scuttling thing.
Should Anora comply, or should she wait for it to come closer than fifteen feet in its progression towards them, she’d likely spot further details of this queer beast. Its limbs were more like vines, thin, scaly things with an odd oozing substance leaking from between cracked flesh. This mucus had left tracks and stains on the walls and floor wherever it proceeded to go. The spherical torso throbbed and convulsed as if it were an enormous beating heart, thick exterior veins pushing the aforementioned fluid into its legs. That singular blue light looked to be an opening of some kind into the rest of its body. Overall, it was rather silent by nature, not projecting any sounds aside from its strut and collisions with external forces.
Well, I'm here to RP. I'd like some romance, but, it's certainly not required. My idea has to do with pulling your character, created to exist here on modern Earth, into a fantastical world I've been working on for more years than I'd care to admit.
*Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...-* 'What an annoying sound.'- One would likely find themselves thinking, their world firstly enveloped by darkness before the company of ominous ambiance consumes their peaceful pondering. Telling's of forward momentum fill the gut as clarity begins growth. This wouldn't have been the first of Anora's familiar dreams, though it is most certainly more vivid than any previous trance. Of course, one must question whether they knew this to be a dream or not in the first place once beginning the immersion to soon be named.
*-Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...-* There was no time for frivolous query, sounds liken to gravel being trod upon once more populate immediate space. Cloth raiment lightly clasping either leg can be faintly recollected between what feel as trained steps inside complete shadow. 'I've been traveling awhile, haven't I?' This question somehow settles inwardly as relevant, yet one could hardly tell how. Strange enough, this wasn't troubling, when on common days it may indicate soreness or lack of rest.
Light suddenly splits surrounding gloom, ebony blankets giving way to vast arrays of profound and mythical hues of red and white. Clearer than ever before would be something of vibrant queerness. Yet, what's strangest of all is the clarity of it. Anora could likely say that this vision was of a deeper reality than her waking life, all five senses feeling stronger than ever observed; perhaps it was some drug to enhance one’s perception?
Before her now extends an endless field of white. Speckled pockets of black show her to be ambling across small ivory objects, this indicates her gravel-born steps. Said landscape was flat, it's crumbling surface hardly the first of many remarkable details. Several miles in every direction our landscape would end in spherical fashion, much like a cliff, as if one found themselves standing atop a massive disk-like platform. Of course, this wasn’t the most remarkable of things.
Far away and surrounding Anora from all angles would be massive, perfectly circular pillars larger than any man-made structure. This wasn't to say these pillars were shrunken by great distance, in fact, they could be tens-of-hundreds of miles away and yet they would appear to swallow entire flanks with their immeasurable girth. All pillars were of the same bleached shade as her current landscape and would each end somewhere far in the sky above. Some were facing straight upwards, others would be skewed and leaning as if somehow pushed partially over. They continued endlessly in number, a sea of these objects being shown to continue on as an ocean. There was no ground beneath them, we appeared to be far too elevated to observe any such thing as Earth. Perhaps we're at the relative peak of this place?
Regardless, another oddity would be the sky above. It was red, a deep and cloudless red. This didn't at all change the way other colors were perceived, the light above reflecting off objects as our natural Sun's light would. Looking down, Anora might also notice what she was walking upon wasn't gravel at all, but rather small fragments of assorted bone. Joints, cracked limbs, spinal disks, even small human skulls could be spotted in several choice locations. Yet, for some unknown reason, Anora's own body could not be perceived as if it were somehow out of focus with the rest of reality. Her limbs were all unable to be commanded aside from their constant aforementioned pace, continuing against all struggle of will.
*Grooooooom-rumble!* 'He's here.' Anora would find herself thinking as a distant quaking is registered against faint winds and relative silence. Such a thought felt only natural in response to said event.
*BOOM!* A massive human hand nearly dwarfing some of the surrounding pillars would suddenly shoot into the air before Anora's current place of standing several miles in the distance, it's titanic shadow consumes her, an open palm indicating action to soon grasp for any available ledge by slow and labored motion. It's skin ripples during slow descent, small humanoid mouths spewing crimson fluid crack open all across it's exterior surface. This is easily perceived, yet the rest of our gargantuan being remains hidden somewhere below. Danger is felt, flight or fight kicking in as waves of assorted human screams blast Anora backwards with one unstoppable shockwave. 'Shit! If I don't make the first move he'll-...
Her eyes would now open in real life, all visions ending completely as if they'd never occurred. Well, perhaps one should say 'as if they weren't currently occurring'. Either way, another day is to begin. Though, it's likely this day wouldn't be the same as most…
((I just reposted this from the first RP with a few minor edits as it still certainly applies to Anora.)) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
‘I’d open my eyes if you weren’t around...’ The words of an ambiguous lover plague one young man’s thoughts, his tired gaze awakened to view the swirling Earth about him. His left hand raises to place two fingers upon an aching cranium, both ligaments press and spin against either temple. Being roused from a park bench nap by regrettable memories is never on the pleasurable side of an agenda.
“S***..” He quietly utters aloud, distaste plain by tone of retired torment. He was bid to be here against all protest and complaint. ‘Earth, what a backwater planet..’ He finds himself thinking. Though his appearance certainly didn’t denote it, he had been to many a world besides our circular terra. One could argue that they were overly qualified to be on the errand this locale demands, that is, of course, if their superiors hadn’t violently rejected all arguments as this boy’s did.
His left hand finally falls from above overly pained eyes, their incessant blinks denoting an individual still adjusting to the early light of day. This same hand reaches deep into the pocket of his jeans whilst his hips twist in allowing an aching upper body to sit rightfully upwards. Eventually, and after much digging, one rectangular object similar to our modern-day smartphone is retrieved. This miniscule slab is held gingerly beneath our lads hunched form, it’s smooth surface reading several listed statements in shimmering white letters:
CANDIDATE DORSBY PROVISIONAL LOG OBJECTIVE THREAT: KNIGHT2 - POTENTIAL THREAT: KAIZER9 CURRENT WORLD ROTARY CYCLE # 46 DUKE LIMITER - 4TH DEGREE (FULL CAMO)- 1:A 2:A 3:A 4:A ---Current Cycle Objective{s}--- -Suspected carrier B-3-P to appear in local area. -Precise Coordinates TBD. -Move towards Sherman Ave.
“S***..” He’d say again, sighing louder than necessary whilst standing upright from his seated position now to move away from what he’d have said to be ”One d*** lumpy bench.”.’Crack-pop-crack’ an out-of-sorts spine quakes in protest to sudden movement. Clumsy steps likened to an intoxicated individual fall to the earth beneath dilapidated sneakers. This boy’s left hand returns aforementioned slab to its respective pocket whilst he heads towards Sherman Ave., near the center of this city’s infrastructure. He’s in the process of tracking ‘Carrier B-3-P’, or as she’d be known on Earth, one Anora Rose Feldington.
1: Be chill 2: Let me know when you can't post for a couple days. 3: I'll try to have a post every day/every other day. Life happens to us both. 4: I'm 21. It would be nice if you were 18+ 5: Let's work on things together once you have a grasp of the presented world. 6: I like to RP through PM's as mature themes present themselves.
I understand what you mean by 'shorten'. My posts may always be long as I tend to get lost in the sauce while writing, but, I'll attempt to cut down on the fat of 'pre-determined' decisions. I know I've been hitting you with a lot of those. This stems primarily from me being uncomfortable not being the only one to drive a story and from having to trust that you know to respond to everything (Which you obviously do even more than that). I'm coming around to the idea, I promise And even when I can't cut down, I'll make sure to ask some questions ahead of time when writing a post like "How would Anora react to this?" if it's absolutely necessary to include something. Though, it honestly rarely is.
I can definitely work with your definitions of her power. I'm sure I'll have some pointers but they aren't coming to mind at the moment. We'll address it later, when Anora receives a more in depth explanation of magic.
I'm glad you do't have a limit with gore. I don't go too crazy but there are definitely going to be some very dark themes to come. Especially what she's gonna see here in the hospital soon..
I went through and read the profile. I have no problems with any of it, I like it when things are wholesome anyways and I've never really enjoyed writing smut. It always just felt kind of pointless. One question, is it not okay if other characters are in gay relationships? Like if we came across a pair like that in the story as NPC's. Just covering my bases here.
I understand, I'll respond further later but the shield thing would be countered, it would sort of shimmer into existence before dissipating. It would look and feel to Anora as if she were rubbing up against something smooth with her powers, like water moving over a stretchy balloon. His pointing is quick, he does it while walking away and not looking at the man. Darsby wouldn't do counter her with any visible action, only giving her a passing glance behind him and a mild sigh before continuing on his way as said.
I promise Anora won't be powerless like this for long. I'll explain magic and why when I get back from training here in awhile.
That sounds totally perfect! Feel free to ask ahead of time about anything. I'm cool with going back to change something anytime if need be, honestly it's exactly what may be essential in the future. Half the time its probably just nice to get an explanation of why certain things will or wont happen to gain familiarty and further explanation on the traits of this universe.
Also, I wanted to discuss Anoras powers a bit more. Before I go so far as to give you any kinds of parameters, I'd love to know what kind of mental image you have for them. I mean, you're her creator and should have most, if not all, control over what it is she can do. How amorphous are they? What do you view as being the maximum effort she can put into something and what kind of limits/strain might be present? What kind of image do you get when she uses her powers, like, what does the energy she uses look like and how does it function? What's the most powerful thing she can do? This will likely also give me a chance to explain how magic functions a bit more. I wanted to wait for that in the RP but its definitly important to have some foreknowledge.
Feel free to be as simple or as in depth as you want. I just need things to be a little set in stone for her powers since I honestly plan for Anora to become ridiculously important, as any protagonist should be.
I mean, the point of this RP is the journey but there's always a bit of danger to start and along the way. I mostly plan to get Anora acquanted with how dangerous and grotesque the magic world can be with this hospital encounter. Don't think it's always going to be quite so dark as things are going to get, but, she does need to be at least a little familiar with the odd dangers present on earth. Does that all sound okay? Are there any limits you have as far as gore? I'm not gonna go to crazy but I'd just like to know if theres anything I should definitly stay away from. You don't need to go too into detail, I'm not gonna write anything that's overly sadistic, I jave a few lines myself, though I cant promise there wont be pretty gory and super-creepy supernatural stuff lol.
FINALLY RESPONDED! I'm sorry that one took ages. After the extra training, heading to Boston, added physical training, and bad news from home I was absolutely swamped. This week has been a roller coaster of emotions lol. I hope life is going well for you.
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