NoriWasHere

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

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St. Mercer Hospital

_{@Ruler Inc@Atrophy}

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Cyrus sat on his knee as he watched as one of the females began to make her way towards him. She was pale as well, though not as pale as the first one that had spoken to him, with oily hair. She moved with a jittery pace as she approached, yet she paused suddenly as she appeared to mouth a quiet shit. Cyrus turned his slightly to the left. The sound of a loud whistle pierced the air and Cyrus’s heart dropped. Her expression, the dead bodies, combined with the mental strain that had already been wrought upon him had already told him everything he needed to know about their upcoming foe. Images of a large, hulking brute of a creature that would tear through Cyrus as if he were nothing more than a wet paper towel. Yet, when the man craned his neck into view and mocked him, Cyrus adopted a confused expression.

“It’s not like it’s the end of the world. I mean, it might be, but we had a good run,” the man said as he continued as he patted him twice on the shoulder with strong slaps. “Sooooo, what does a guy have to do to get some pants around here?” Cyrus looked down and he remembered all too quickly that he himself was very ‘exposed’ in the cheekiest way possible. While he felt strangely vulnerable, he watched as the strangers had a somber moment among themselves over a fallen friend. "I... wanted to break the news to you at a better time," a man said. "I know... I know it sucks, but everything that Penny said was right: Claire died,” he continued. Who was Claire? The question did not seem to need specifics from the electric woman, however, as she responded with tears. A raw, emotional moment that caused Cyrus to pause his line of questioning. Something happened, someone died, and his relentless desire for information and his limitless questions would wait; for now.

Another woman made her way to Cyrus’s and knelt down in front of him. "I just wish were going crazy, but it's a lot worse than that," the woman started, “It's all real," she finished as Cyrus turned his attention towards the woman. "Where the hell do I start? Well, from what I understand you've 'awakened'? Is that what I heard someone calling it? You have something like this,” she paused as she parted her bangs and showed a tattoo of a camera. His head tilted to the side as he took in the information that she was sharing, eventually, he realized that the camera that was tattooed on her forehead were similar to the weird tattoos on his hands in some form, and he raised them up and presented them to the woman. "I... don't even know how to explain any of this to you. You got some kind of magic power, that's all.," she finished.

“Magic powers,” Cyrus asked as another woman, this once fully clothed, entered the room, he wanted to pry further yet the fully clothed woman told them where their clothes were, and Cyrus spirit was uplifted at the thought of not baring his back while bearing the stress that the situation was bringing. “Magic powers,” Cyrus repeated, “hard to believe such a thing exists,” he paused once again as he watched as the others started to make their way out of the lobby, his head shaking from side to side, “I’m Cyrus,” he finished as he extended his hand out. Something about this group brought about a great sense of distrust directed towards them, yet he felt compelled to at least follow them for the meanwhile.

As he walked, he repeated the phrase "magic powers" several times.

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After dressing, Cyrus found himself back in the lobby. Another pair of strangers found their way to the lobby, and Cyrus’s confusion with the group only grew as the outburst between the strangers was explosive before it was emotional. The lady had messed up, that much was clear to Cyrus. Cyrus guessed this lady was a leader for this group once-upon-a-time judging by the group blaming her for all the horrors that had been wrought upon them, and as a leader she took it in stride.

"From here on... I will tell you all everything. Heh... there's so much shit I have in my closet I don't even know where to start... what are these burning questions on your minds? I know just about everything that has been going on in this town behind closed doors, so I can probably answer them,” the lady finished.

Cyrus quickly raised his hand into the air, as if he was back in class, before speaking. “Hello,” he started as he lowered his hand back down, “I am, uh, I am Cyrus and I am very new to,” he paused as he flashed his sigil to the woman, “well all of this. Obviously, you all have seen some shit,” he paused as he looked at the bodies once again, “how is this norm-” he paused and took in a breath, another question for another time. “My question is how do I factor into all of this. I’m guessing you all have some grasp on your powers,” he paused as he let out a small chuckle, still unsure if he had gone mad, “why was I brought here,” he asked as he looked towards the man who had mocked him, “and was he right when he said that the world might be ending,” he finished as he turned his attention back to the woman.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

@OppositionJ



I can't wait :D

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

<Snipped quote by The Bork Lazer>

Most well-adjusted political campaign ever.

@Hour Error

I wonder what our political rivals are printing about us haha

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

So, Campbell's campaign team currently consists of

- A former adrenaline junkie street racer
- An alcoholic monk bodyguard
- A journalist
- A aloof fixer.

What a great cast of characters/

@The Bork Lazer

Hey, I think media relations is the appropriate title for S'venia :P

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

@Ruler Inc

Sounds equally fun all the same!

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

@FernStone

Same with me. I had thought about making another post before the next GM one but decided against it. I have a feeling, in my gut, that things might be getting weird here at the hospital; really quick.

The Fallen Goddess - A Journey of Heroes

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Mayor's house
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_{@Trainerblue192@Achronum@Kazemitsu@Rultaos}
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S’venia felt a presence enter the mayor's office and turned to see the Luvalon commander had arrived.

S’venia listened as the overly cheerful Luvalon commander offered her pleasantry. S’venia stood, posture perfect, in silence for a few seconds as she looked over the commander. Her eyes flowed over the intricate, yet sturdy, breastplate “Strong and durable,” S’venia thought as her eyes shifted more northward, “scale armor underneath,” she continued as her eyes shifted to the arm guards, “ornate but well crafted,” she finished her thought. “We are made all the stronger by your presence, Beatrix, “ S’venia paused as she shot out her free arm, “your exploits travel far and wide,” S’venia finished with a smirk. As they shook arms S’venia looked past the commander and saw a second commander was fast approaching. “Head over to war table,” S’venia started as a smirk appeared, “and remember, Roffella is Goddess to us all and not just those who worship her,” she finished as she let go of her arm; with the smirk disappearing as she did.

As S’venia let Beatrix move past her as she scanned the approaching commander. Tan, with an average build and less than ideal armor, S’venia smiled as she saw her cavalry commander striding towards "The League of Kyrantes also honors the pact made with the Council of Seven, and have answered the summons,” the commander started as he entered the building. "Commander Cyterius Yranov, Honored Lady. My blades, my men, and our horses are at your disposal, Commander S'venia. Now then... what are we here to discuss though the rest of the Council's forces have not arrived yet?" The smile quickly vanished from her face. “Greetin-” S’venia started yet, the sudden and high-pitched voice of her Lalafell commander pierced through the air cutting her off.

"Commander S'venia, as I'm sure you may be aware, and if you are not, I apologize for the shock, but I fear the rest of the forces may not be arriving. Have we heard any word from them,” the small creature asked. It took S’venia a second to adjust her vision to the commander, but when she centered her eyes on River all emotion left her face.

“Yes,” S’venia paused as she walked over to a table to the immediate left of the door, “I have been made aware,” she paused, “not three hours ago, my scouts returned from their search,” S’venia used her free hand to grab what appeared to be a cloth with a sigil on it, “they had run into a caravan a few days prior. The caravan leader spoke of the aftermath of a great battle. They told a tale of Elves,” she paused as she grabbed and tossed the blood-soaked sigil, a dove overtop a bow, of the Grass Warriors towards River, before grabbing a second sigil that lay next to it, “and of Atala soldiers,” she paused as she tossed the equally bloody sigil towards Cyterius, “strewn across the road, cut down like they were cattle heading for the slaughter with nary a drop of their enemies blood on their own weapons,” she paused as she turned her body towards the three commanders, “my scouts have yet to make contact with the Iron legion as well,” pausing as she scanned the commanders, “as it stands we are the army. The soldiers we arrived with are our only ones,” she paused as she moved towards the door, closing it one effortless motion “take care of your soldiers, no silly games that might cause injury,” she paused as she shifted her focus to Beatrix, before returning it to the group as a whole, “and no surprises. We need to set up our guard rotation,” S’venia paused as she walked over to the war table, “come, we have much to discuss,” she finished as she turned around, back to the door. As she began to point at an object on the war table, the door swung open and a monstrous figure entered the scene

“Kharne,” S’venia started, “I was wondering when you would arrive,” she paused as she turned her focus to the other commanders, “this one is tasked with keeping us safe from harm, and his skill-set is quite all encompassing,” she finished as she once again returned her attention to the map before her.

The next few hours were spent around said table. The first order of business was hashed out rather quickly where it was agreed that the guard rotations were to be a mix of soldiers from each faction spread out along the perimeter. A curious question from a curious person regarding the process of finding the Goddess drew the ire of S’venia. She quickly drew the Goddess sword and showed them just how they were to do it. During these few hours, S’venia assigned cooking responsibilities to the Luvalon chefs. In her own words, S’venia described the stories of their cooking exploits as something that “was hard to believe,” and to “have them prove me wrong.” Eventually, after they had finished discussing things as they pertained to the camp, they got right into the important stuff.

“After we break camp here, in two days' time, we are to head to the town of V’alnor,” S’venia paused as she pointed to a location on the map, “it’s a two-day journey for us and we will restock there, your Luna Falcons will serve as our forward party,” S’venia paused as she turned her focus to the other commanders once again, “now that we have that out of the way, let us discuss our strategy for battle,” she paused as she looked towards the door, “I have heard what makes your soldiers strong yet we are more limited in our manpower now than I had ever envisioned as possible. As such, our battle plans are going to need flexibility in their execution,” she paused as she righted her posture.

“How can I best use your forces in our limited manner,” she asked as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, “and any other questions, I know I presented you with a lot of information over these past few hours,” she finished. A chill began to fall on the camp as the group talked. While it was already cold, this chill felt unnatural.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

@Hour Error

You like that? :D One of my character's likes is nicknames after-all :P The first iteration of yours was a mashup of zen and zeitgeist yet Budapest won out haha

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

@Ezekiel

Hey, I remember this guy from another Cyberpunk RP. He dropped a ship on our group, fun times.

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

@Atrophy *judges silently*

If the door is closed he will go through it. While in the current dimension, the door is closed and will stop physical interaction, when Cyrus reactivates Hike! he ascends up to an iteration of the fourth dimension. So I'd imagine he'd be able to go through the door as if it were still open. (Though if he goes through a door, someone closes said door, and if he tries to return to a snap shot that's now within the closed door, I don't imagine the final few seconds of his life to be very pleasant at all.

For the Hike! I don't think so. In my mind, Hike! will pull him back quick (I'm thinking for every five seconds under the spell, the return trip might be one second) The second form, Break!, is pretty much instantaneous.