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That was the worst three months of my life. Health is close to normal again. Here's to making the insurance company cry!
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"Your copay today is $20,000" How about no.
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Well, the "I am but an ally" to "queer af" pipeline is real.
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I have gone by many names over my life, and the one I go by here is Nori.
I am a non-binary individual who has a love of participating in these stories and creating my own. I am incredibly chronically ill. If my illness flares up too much I may be pulled away.
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"How do I fucking stop it,” Britney asked. Cyrus silently agreed with the question with him mouthing the word “yeah”. The picture the God Child painted of their possible fate had already hung itself at the back of his head. Of all the universes, remains fourteen remain. “I mean, that’s thirteen more than I had tho-” he initially thought positively before he shook his head. He remembered the sea of lights slowing vanishing until the few remaining universes remained. How many people were in those alternate universes? How many lives were taken by the Glutton before it was sealed here? While Cyrus did not choose this fight, or this team for that matter, if there was a way for him to defeat the Glutton and save his reality, he would do his job and attempt to save the day. The thought of sweet, sweet victory forced a brief smile across his face.
“You can’t,” the God Child responded and that once prominent smile quickly became a frown.
“But is there any way for us to stop it,” Lynette asked to which the God Child nodded. Cyrus scoffed and muttered “semantics”.
"Your power is not capable of killing it, only a being like my Predecessor could even attempt to kill a being of that level, but, everything I've told you so far was instrumental to defeating the Glutton - the Godforce and the universe,” the Godchild started. Cyrus’s frown only grew deeper at the thought of not being able to kill the universe eating menace. “Eons ago, in the last stand of the people of Glint, the Glutton was weakened to the point where it was sealed inside of the mountain that overlooks the town. Sealed behind three seals crafted from the Godforce, where it should have remained dormant for all eternity - but something damaged the seals and allows it to not only awaken but exert its dark will through the cracks."
Cyrus' head jolted back at the message. This group looked like it had fought through hell and back, and lost those near and dear to them and they were not even fighting the monster in its entirety. If they had struggled up until this point with the puppets, how would they match up when they followed the strings back to their master?
"You all have the ability to reach a level that is far stronger than you are currently at, and you have the potential to manipulate the Godforce itself," Cyrus watched as the child once again created a beacon of light at will, "and you can use that to repair the three seals and render the Glutton dormant again,” the God Child continued, and the smirk once again appeared on Cyrus’s face. A superpower power-up is exactly what they needed. Cyrus knew nothing about his power already, from what he remembers from his experimentation and the brief usage in the hospital he can teleport places and see things, a power-up would help him contribute to whatever fight they may face.
“Sweet, how hard could this-” Cyrus began to say to himself but was interrupted by the God Child, “you must also enter it with clear, open, minds, and with a clear understanding of the universe at large. With no doubts, with nothing holding you back. Or else the raw emotion, the raw memories, overwhelm your minds and break them,” the Godchild finished as the smile once again turned to a frown. He watched as the scene before him became bleak, as the images of armed villagers roaming the streets, no doubt looking for them, as snow fell fast all around. It looked like hell.
"Do you understand? Will you do it for not just the town you live in, but what's left of the universe?"
“When you put it that way it doesn’t leave us much choice does it,” Cyrus chuckled, taking a second to compose himself to reflect the seriousness of the situation, “yeah, yeah I will. Though I have one question. After we force our way through the streets that are crawling with enthralled people, into a mountain housing the most dangerous creature to ever exist, how will we know if we are mentally ready to receive the gifts of the Godforce?”
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"How do I fucking stop it,” Britney asked. Cyrus silently agreed with the question with him mouthing the word “yeah”. The picture the God Child painted of their possible fate had already hung itself at the back of his head. Of all the universes, remains fourteen remain. “I mean, that’s thirteen more than I had tho-” he initially thought positively before he shook his head. He remembered the sea of lights slowing vanishing until the few remaining universes remained. How many people were in those alternate universes? How many lives were taken by the Glutton before it was sealed here? While Cyrus did not choose this fight, or this team for that matter, if there was a way for him to defeat the Glutton and save his reality, he would do his job and attempt to save the day. The thought of sweet, sweet victory forced a brief smile across his face.
“You can’t,” the God Child responded and that once prominent smile quickly became a frown.
“But is there any way for us to stop it,” Lynette asked to which the God Child nodded. Cyrus scoffed and muttered “semantics”.
"Your power is not capable of killing it, only a being like my Predecessor could even attempt to kill a being of that level, but, everything I've told you so far was instrumental to defeating the Glutton - the Godforce and the universe,” the Godchild started. Cyrus’s frown only grew deeper at the thought of not being able to kill the universe eating menace. “Eons ago, in the last stand of the people of Glint, the Glutton was weakened to the point where it was sealed inside of the mountain that overlooks the town. Sealed behind three seals crafted from the Godforce, where it should have remained dormant for all eternity - but something damaged the seals and allows it to not only awaken but exert its dark will through the cracks."
Cyrus' head jolted back at the message. This group looked like it had fought through hell and back, and lost those near and dear to them and they were not even fighting the monster in its entirety. If they had struggled up until this point with the puppets, how would they match up when they followed the strings back to their master?
"You all have the ability to reach a level that is far stronger than you are currently at, and you have the potential to manipulate the Godforce itself," Cyrus watched as the child once again created a beacon of light at will, "and you can use that to repair the three seals and render the Glutton dormant again,” the God Child continued, and the smirk once again appeared on Cyrus’s face. A superpower power-up is exactly what they needed. Cyrus knew nothing about his power already, from what he remembers from his experimentation and the brief usage in the hospital he can teleport places and see things, a power-up would help him contribute to whatever fight they may face.
“Sweet, how hard could this-” Cyrus began to say to himself but was interrupted by the God Child, “you must also enter it with clear, open, minds, and with a clear understanding of the universe at large. With no doubts, with nothing holding you back. Or else the raw emotion, the raw memories, overwhelm your minds and break them,” the Godchild finished as the smile once again turned to a frown. He watched as the scene before him became bleak, as the images of armed villagers roaming the streets, no doubt looking for them, as snow fell fast all around. It looked like hell.
"Do you understand? Will you do it for not just the town you live in, but what's left of the universe?"
“When you put it that way it doesn’t leave us much choice does it,” Cyrus chuckled, taking a second to compose himself to reflect the seriousness of the situation, “yeah, yeah I will. Though I have one question. After we force our way through the streets that are crawling with enthralled people, into a mountain housing the most dangerous creature to ever exist, how will we know if we are mentally ready to receive the gifts of the Godforce?”
@Affili We are! When it comes to the Kingdom and the template, I only ask for the basic information. Who they are, where they're from, what do they do? When it comes to the forces, you can include that in the CS or the kingdom portion of your CS. I have made exemptions for some players to not even have forces at all (though I am less likely to do so with this remaining slot). If you have any questions or comments feel free to PM me.
Are you willing to face off against monsters that threaten the realm? Are you interested in a more marathon approach to an RP? Join on up at here and do your part. I gurantee you that you will face enemies that you've never seen before.
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Almost finished. Had another post ahead of it in the writing queue and I am hard at working finishing my post.
Almost finished. Had another post ahead of it in the writing queue and I am hard at working finishing my post.
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“Duly noted,” S’venia spoke towards all the commanders as she made her way towards the table. The images that River had brought forth were very disturbing yet somehow familiar to S’venia. “The soldiers were seemingly trapped by some form of magic, River if you have any spell that can protect us from it, I advise you use it, and Beatrix if you have any wards that could do the same, I’ll welcome the protection,” she finished as she placed her hands on the table and looked. While their army was small, they had the formation of something solid. “As we travel, we will be able to recruit soldiers from the town guards of the places we visit, I have granted the authority to do as much,” she paused, “though I’d rather not wrest away more bodies than we have to,” she finished.
The group would start to notice the temperature abruptly dropping even further as the sounds of a sudden and vicious wind lashed against the sides of the house. Something about this cold felt unnatural, unearthly even, and the magic users in the group would feel a sense of dread wash over them. S’venia stopped moving as she once again placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, slowly spinning to face towards the door. She focused her ears and listened. The howl of the wind was powerful and everlasting. It reminded her of countless nights in the deepest part of winter, huddling for warmth with her soldiers around a fire or in a cave. The wind would pierce through every layer of cloth you wore, and turned even the hardiest of soldiers into weak-willed men. On a few occasions, she had to fight soldiers who attempted to remove their clothes because he felt he was too hot. The cold lies. The cold wrapped her icy talons across your mind, promising you sweet relief but it lies. The cold spoke of warmer pastures if you’d let it in but it lies. This cold offered you her warm embrace if you just fall asleep but it lies all the same. This cold that had now crept into the village was an evil cold that had taken countless lives up in the mountains, what was it doing here? She listened some more, hoping to hear the sound that she was searching for.
“The soldiers,” S’venia started, her breath visible in the air, “they’ve gone quiet.”
Indeed, what once was a standard military encampment had fallen eerily silent outside. Whether it was the cold forcing them indoors, or the wind sucking the words out of their lips, S’venia did not guess. She listened and listened some more hoping to hear just once voice over the gushing winds. Yet there was silence. She listened and listened some more hoping to hear the closing of doors and windows. Yet once again there was silence. And as her grip tightened even further against the hilt of the godly weapon, she felt like something caused their silence; and it was not something that she expected to face so early into their journey.
*zaaaaaaaaaaaap*
A thunderous noise emanated as a blue colored light emerged above the table. Initially, it appeared as just a simple orb. Quickly, however, it shot out and adopted an appearance that looked like a lightning bolt. It crackled there for a few seconds before it erupted outward forming an oval above the table; the edges forming tendrils that crackled in various directions. The interior of the oval seemed to be flowing upward. S’venia quickly drew her sword yet she left it hanging down and to her side. Something seemed familiar and a confused expression quickly spread over her face.
*thump*
The book groaned as it fell from the portal and onto the war table, knocking over the figures as it landed. In a second, the portal pulled itself back out of existence. The book had a black binder with pure white face with no markings nor any words. S’venia slowly approached the table, placing the sword back in the sheath as she did, before eyeing up the book itself. She watched as blue letters began to slowly appear on the cover before they spelled out one ominous name.
“The butcher of Seven Fields,” S’venia spoke quickly and with a subtle surprise in her voice. “The soldiers,” she quickly added, “they are in danger,” she finished.
The group would start to notice the temperature abruptly dropping even further as the sounds of a sudden and vicious wind lashed against the sides of the house. Something about this cold felt unnatural, unearthly even, and the magic users in the group would feel a sense of dread wash over them. S’venia stopped moving as she once again placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, slowly spinning to face towards the door. She focused her ears and listened. The howl of the wind was powerful and everlasting. It reminded her of countless nights in the deepest part of winter, huddling for warmth with her soldiers around a fire or in a cave. The wind would pierce through every layer of cloth you wore, and turned even the hardiest of soldiers into weak-willed men. On a few occasions, she had to fight soldiers who attempted to remove their clothes because he felt he was too hot. The cold lies. The cold wrapped her icy talons across your mind, promising you sweet relief but it lies. The cold spoke of warmer pastures if you’d let it in but it lies. This cold offered you her warm embrace if you just fall asleep but it lies all the same. This cold that had now crept into the village was an evil cold that had taken countless lives up in the mountains, what was it doing here? She listened some more, hoping to hear the sound that she was searching for.
“The soldiers,” S’venia started, her breath visible in the air, “they’ve gone quiet.”
Indeed, what once was a standard military encampment had fallen eerily silent outside. Whether it was the cold forcing them indoors, or the wind sucking the words out of their lips, S’venia did not guess. She listened and listened some more hoping to hear just once voice over the gushing winds. Yet there was silence. She listened and listened some more hoping to hear the closing of doors and windows. Yet once again there was silence. And as her grip tightened even further against the hilt of the godly weapon, she felt like something caused their silence; and it was not something that she expected to face so early into their journey.
*zaaaaaaaaaaaap*
A thunderous noise emanated as a blue colored light emerged above the table. Initially, it appeared as just a simple orb. Quickly, however, it shot out and adopted an appearance that looked like a lightning bolt. It crackled there for a few seconds before it erupted outward forming an oval above the table; the edges forming tendrils that crackled in various directions. The interior of the oval seemed to be flowing upward. S’venia quickly drew her sword yet she left it hanging down and to her side. Something seemed familiar and a confused expression quickly spread over her face.
*thump*
The book groaned as it fell from the portal and onto the war table, knocking over the figures as it landed. In a second, the portal pulled itself back out of existence. The book had a black binder with pure white face with no markings nor any words. S’venia slowly approached the table, placing the sword back in the sheath as she did, before eyeing up the book itself. She watched as blue letters began to slowly appear on the cover before they spelled out one ominous name.
“The butcher of Seven Fields,” S’venia spoke quickly and with a subtle surprise in her voice. “The soldiers,” she quickly added, “they are in danger,” she finished.
Post incoming tomorrow for sure.
I'll get one up either tonight or tomorrow.
Not my greatest but posted. Writer's block is annoying.
The Debate Intermission: 17:07[@OppositionJ]
“On it, Dex,” S’venia started as she was handed back her computer. S’venia began to turn back towards her desk when a trio of voices voiced their concern with one very important, and also missing, candidate Jackson Rott. His sudden disappearance annoyed S’venia more than anything else. Yes, he was a gang leader who has probably committed terrible crimes, yes, his absence from a debate that could crown the new mayor of the Reclaim district was very suspicious, and yes, the thought of what might happen hung at the back of S’venia mind like an ever-present reminder to look over her shoulder or stay away from crowds. That was all true. S’venia was frightened by the possibilities yet, unlike the others, she did not let her fear become known. Instead, she walked back to her desk with a friendly smile and optimistic eyes. Today was a very important day, after-all. She knew that Dexter needed to be kept even keel for the upcoming debate, and she knew that reminding him of the possible threat that Jackson presented would not help his nerves nor his chances.
In a graceful manner, S’venia sat back down at her desk. A few clicks later, the video was posted to all the media accounts related to the campaign. S’venia grinned as the first few netizens reacted on the Lab to the posted before turning her focus to the door swinging open, and she watched as a ghost walked through the door. "Get ready for the big moment, big guy. Everyone's watching, and I mean not just the people out there,” Delilah spoke as she entered. Moments later, holographic fireworks erupted forth from her projector; causing S’venia’s jaw to drop ever so slightly. Even after they faded, S’venia eyes rested as they were for a few uncomfortable moments before she pulled her gaze back to her desk.
"This is our last chance to get out on the floor boys. Alton? S'venia? I imagine you two could work some magic with the crowd so long as they aren't hounding me. I've gotta get back out on stage soon anyways. Everyone stay on deck and keep busy. If we want it, we're gonna have to pull this one back to our side. Nothing we haven't done before," Dexter finished his addresses and the room fell silent once more.
“Say no more,” S’venia spoke softly as she grabbed her bag that was underneath her desk and rose to her feet. She began to walk towards the door, stopping once again besides Dexter.
“Boys, Dex,” S’venia asked sarcastically, winking as she did, before she made her way to the door once more, following behind Taryn as she did. While Taryn went through the crowd towards the side exit, S’venia made her way towards a bathroom located down the hall. Once inside, and the door locked, S’venia opened up her bag and grabbed a vibrant yellow jacket, a plain white shirt, her normal boots and her tried and tested simple, yet visibly worn, jeans. Quickly swapping her formal clothes for her more normal clothes, S’venia found herself feeling more like herself. With a quick swap, S’venia moved her pistol and the extra magazine to her new jacket. Reaching inside the bag once more, S’venia groaned as she grabbed her drone and the glasses that helped control it, moving the drone itself to the floor before sliding the glasses on as she stood up.
“Time to wake up,” S’venia commanded.
The small drone vibrated violently for a second before the repulsorlift allowed the drone to ascend upward, eventually settling in on level with S’venia’s eyes. The front of the drone was realitively smooth when compared to the dimple laden sides and rear of the craft, with various covers hiding the lens of the various cameras housed within. S’venia grabbed the control glove from her bag and placed it on her right hand. “Standard video quality,” she paused as she watched one of the covers open sideways before a long lens erupted outward. Instantly, S’venia own image was projected as a small square on the inside of the glasses as the camera started to record, S'venia smiled as she flashed the peace sign to herself,“track and follow mode,” she finished as she grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder, before exiting out the bathroom, heading down the main flight of stairs, and finally out the door and into to the square.
“Video Capture mode, record in standard video quality and hover at altitude one,” S’venia spoke the drone flew upward, joining the plethora of other media devices flying high up in the air. S’venia did not have long before the debate began, so she decided to simply wait for it to start and work her magic at the right time. S’venia leaned against the side of a building, rotating her drone with her free hand, partly gathering footage to edit later if Dex won, and another part watching for Jackson Rott’s crew just in case. Once the debate started, S'venia planned to work the crowd. Cheering, booing, and things of the like as the debate went on. She scanned the crowd ahead of her, looking for the tell-tale banners of Dexter Campbell's fans.
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