Opposition

The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

I loved the idea, but we'd obviously need to reboot it entirely.

Deadland Wasteland: Calling All Survivors (Looking for a few more.)

Definitely interested

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

Contained Corporeal Reality Shard 019.
New Graeline City, Palatine Heights.
Rosemary Asher.

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Left... Right... Left again... But maybe behind me?

Rosemary's eyes dashed back and forth in every direction. The so often calculated and level-headed girl was at her breaking point. No matter where she went, it always seemed to follow, appearing just in her peripherals, and never long enough for her to analyze its form in full. Instead, Rosemary only caught glimpses of it, which only led to her building more and more intrigue. She just had to know what seemed to trace her every movement- what followed her relentlessly every day without fail. All the poor girl knew of her stalker was its vaguely humanoid appearance and its constantly silhouetted form. The rest of its shapes were indiscernible, but that didn't stop Rosemary from being overtaken by an eerie, haunting feeling whenever it graced her vision. The thoughts of the man following her had started to plague her every waking moment. Her pace was always hurried, no matter where she went. Even as she strolled through her own apartment building, she moved swiftly with anxiety in every step. It wasn't until the poor paranoia-plagued girl jumped inside her family's apartment and slammed the door shut, barring her back against it, that she exhaled a sigh of relief. It was so trivial for something like a simple hallucination, but that didn't matter to Rosemary. Her fears just took over sometimes.

But now she was safe. Rosemary exhaled a sigh of relief, rolling her shoulders a bit as she opened her eyes to the safety of her own sanctuary. It was all dark, but perhaps that was better. No shadows could chase her in a room that was already encompassed in darkness. Slowly the paranoia started to die down, but as Rosemary pushed open the door to her own room before her stood something she'd never seen before. It was, for once, full-bodied. The shadow before her no longer hid invisibly in her peripheral vision. She was right in her inferences to its appearance. The creature appeared as black as shadow, though as much as its form looked like smoke, it was solid. Its appearance wasn't what brought the fear filling Rosemary's body once more, though. It's mutant-esque mass of misplaced flesh spreading all throughout its body and its patches of misplaced tufts of midnight black fur left it with a grotesque appearance. It was a bulky monstrous figure, with very little similarities to any man. It was no human... Just staring at the thing brought back so many negative feelings. Rosemary just wanted to run, and when she saw the thing move even a little bit, there was nothing stopping her.

The girl dashed back towards the way she came. She could hear a wailing behind her, as if the creature tailed her without giving up a step, but when she glided back out the front door to her apartment, all the sounds stop. All went silent save for the poor girl's heavy, panicked breaths. Rosemary had not a moment's respite, though, as the beast reappeared as quickly as it always had. Jumping from the corner of Rosemary's eyes at the end of the one of the long hallways, she could see the shadows hastily rushing towards her. She wasted not even a moment to proceed. Perhaps if Rosemary hadn't been on edge the entire day, she wouldn't have made the daring... or not so daring escape to the hall's opposite end. Given even a few seconds more, the beast would have undoubtedly outrun the young girl, but as Rosemary entered the stairwell, she seemed to gain some ground. As soon as she crashed through the door, the creature seemed caught up, but that didn't stop Rosemary from bolting up the stairwell even further.

Her pace didn't slow even slightly until Rosemary found herself out of stairs and weakly reaching out to desperately grasp at the final door's handle and bursting out onto the roof. She didn't even care to look back yet. That was a second thought in her mind as she first scanned the bleak concrete rooftop. Empty... Please let it stay that way. As Rosemary slowly and cautiously rotated around to few a full three-hundred and sixty degrees. She let out a sigh, peering back towards the unmoving door. It was just a shape... A hallucination. Why was I scared? It couldn't do anythi- Rosemary's thoughts all ceased as something smashed into her body. The shadows she'd so often find herself timidly evading speared directly into her side. The creature came from the sheer drop at one of the roof's edges, moving so fast that she hadn't even a second to react as she was tackled off the edge of the building.

So this is where it all ended. The creature was less than a meter away from Rosemary also in freefall. Her last vision was entirely coveted by the creature. It roared loudly, exposing a gnarled set of pure white fangs bigger than any shark's teeth. No... No... This couldn't be it. Rosemary's last thoughts were plagued with nothing but shadow.

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Layered Reality ???
Hollow Egress, Navain.
Rosemary Asher//???

Everything was black. Her vision coveted nothing but... well nothing. It wasn't static, however. Instead, the color before her wavered until greys and colors exploded before her. She began see. Noises of whistling winds and distant casual voices. She began to hear, and when finally the wind rolled over her body and blades of grass swished and caressed against her skin, she began to feel. Everything was fine? The girl let out a confused sigh of relief as she sat upright. Glancing left and right, she could see a few others in similar positions or prancing about in the grass. It was a peaceful place. Had it not been for her previous memory, Rosemary would have felt serene. All had seemed well until she caught a glimpse of what appeared directly before her: A black shadowy mass, shimmering gently as if some sort of ghastly incorporeal creature, but real all the same.

Rosemary scrambled backwards, unable to rise to her feet with such urgent panic overtaking her mind. Her hands rose in front of her as she cowered, eyes squeezing tightly shut. A short scream escaped the girl's lips as she finally started to comprehend, or at least recognize what was happening before her. Her paranoia had finally given way. There was no emotion within Rosemary at the moment-- No emotion but fear. It was happening again. Was once not enough?

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

Rosemary Asher

Name:
Rosemary Asher

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Appearance

Title:
Priestess of Phantoms

Manifestation Type:
Phantasm

Manifestation Ability:
“Medium”

Rosemary possesses access to a semi-corporeal, ghost-like Phantasm that is attached to its Pariah Dream. Following all orders given to it, the Phantasm essentially works to provide Rosemary support in a variety of situations. The creature can appear visibly and disappear at will. Rosemary’s Phantasm can interact with and possess objects around it, providing her with what might appear to others as telekinesis whilst the Phantasm is invisible. The creature’s strength and agility are above human abilities, but not by a large margin as it is still a weak Phantasm. This ability essentially allows Rosemary and her Phantasm to fight as two. Rosemary’s Phantasm isn’t always separate from her however. By merging with her Phantasm by allow it to meld into her body, the Phantasm is unable to interact with the environment at all, but its mind is connected to Rosemary’s. This allows for a ‘hyper-thought’ process wherein both entities are thinking in unison, giving Rosemary the cognitive skill of both her and her Phantasm. The Phantasm’s default and most common appearance is that of a man made of shadow wearing a long trenchcoat and a wide brimmed hat.

Anchor:
N/A

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

@OppositionJ Looks good! One super minor thing. Medium is referenced as Mimic in the line; "... Mimic is unable to interact with the environment at all, but its mind is connected to Rosemary’s."

Just wondering if that was intentional or not.

@Saber

Ah, that was an idea for a name she gave to the Phantasm, but I figured I'd end up just introducing that detail in the roleplay. It's all fixed.

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

Just in time, I hope. Apologies for the extended delay.

Rosemary Asher

Name:
Rosemary Asher

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Appearance

Title:
Priestess of Phantoms

Manifestation Type:
Phantasm

Manifestation Ability:
“Medium”

Rosemary possesses access to a semi-corporeal, ghost-like Phantasm that is attached to its Pariah Dream. Following all orders given to it, the Phantasm essentially works to provide Rosemary support in a variety of situations. The creature can appear visibly and disappear at will. Rosemary’s Phantasm can interact with and possess objects around it, providing her with what might appear to others as telekinesis whilst the Phantasm is invisible. The creature’s strength and agility are above human abilities, but not by a large margin as it is still a weak Phantasm. This ability essentially allows Rosemary and her Phantasm to fight as two. Rosemary’s Phantasm isn’t always separate from her however. By merging with her Phantasm by allow it to meld into her body, the Phantasm is unable to interact with the environment at all, but its mind is connected to Rosemary’s. This allows for a ‘hyper-thought’ process wherein both entities are thinking in unison, giving Rosemary the cognitive skill of both her and her Phantasm. The Phantasm’s default and most common appearance is that of a man made of shadow wearing a long trenchcoat and a wide brimmed hat.

Anchor:
N/A

Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe

I'd love to get in on this too, actually. Great ideas, you've got here.

The Weirdest World War

A great concept. I'm interested.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

Just as quickly as it shifted to the Servitor, Syla's attention once again hopped towards the growing crowd. The girl opened up her mouth to acknowledge the member of the Ecclesiarchy, but the chirurgeon spoke up first, introducing himself as Tekart. His comment on introductions brought a smile to her face. "One of us is always going to be dying sometime, Doc." The girl straightened herself up, gently adjusting the flowing robe that covered her body. "Syla Selulata: Adeptus Mechanicus Enginseer." Syla stated her name proudly, holding a vigorous tone. It was obvious she thought highly of herself. Either that or she didn't really think at all. With such a formal introduction, one might expect a salute, but replacing it, the machine cultist merely offered her host of comrades a gentle wave.

The Psyker was the next to hop aboard the train of dialogue. With incredibly polite words and a slightly off-put tone, he gave the name Markus. The soldier (The soulless one) soon followed suit dubbing himself Octavian. It was definitely a unique group. Each one of them had their own unique traits the likes of which Syla had never come across in her lifetime. Syla didn't have time to point them out, however, as the entire group was keen on getting a move on. She wasn't one to disagree. When it came to her limited knowledge of the Inquisition, she knew there was no good to come of upsetting an inquisitor. It would have to

"Let's get going, then!" Syla swiveled on her heels as she gave her exclamation. From behind a pack on Syla's back swung a long silver mechadendrite, its tendril capped with an optical sensor. The lithe and long machine gently bonked the Servitor on the side of the head, as if the cultist was trying to get it to start up. Hitting things was a rather common practice among the Enginseers, though Syla was never quite certain how it all worked, just that it did.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

Syla was all too unfamiliar with any variety of psychic phenomenon, and that ignorance most definitely branched out to the subject of any anti-psyker measures. Curriculum Mars focused on different types intelligence... Perhaps every other type of intelligence. This made the whole scenario that surrounded her a bit awkward. As the soldier started to hurry off a few paces from the group, Syla's eyes flicked to follow after. As he called out towards the rest of the group, Syla looked back towards the stirring young boy. With his accusations towards the soldier, promptly followed by a question to his identity, Syla was left thoroughly confused, commenting only a single thing during her spectating. "You sure are an interesting cast of characters..."

As the 'soulless man' retorted by accusing the young boy of being a witch... Well a 'Psyker', he said, but to Syla it was all the same. Though, this was the first time she'd ever experienced any sort of Psyker, and she was most definitely intrigued by the subject. The demonstration before her left her with a rather underwhelming impression, however. Then again, Syla had not seen the boy's abilities- only his inabilities, though he did admit to being trained, which Syla could only interpret as being sanctioned by the Emperor. As the two newfound enemies conversed with each other, Syla spared the medic a look that sported the confusion she felt internally before. It was then that the Psyker revealed his intentions for being on Scintilla, and Syla perked up.

"Oh? It seems you and I may be crew-mates, my friend!" Syla would afford the Psyker a swift wave, though she would remain unmoving. It appeared that she didn't notice the boy's request for help earlier. Then again, the Adeptus Mechanicus were never very courteous or charismatic individuals."Seeking the Inquisition per chance?" While still speaking with conversational partner, Syla starts walking towards the Servitor, her gaze tracing its form. The Servitors were basic machines afforded no sympathy in the Machine Cult. All too common on Mars, they kept the factories going just as much as human labor. That didn't stop Syla from being entirely distracted from the group as she examined the human-like machine, as if forgetting she was in conversation at all.