PerfectThought

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

To clarify where are we now? Still orbital or have we landed?

Life in Gloomminster

Is Saen accepted? If so, I'd like to whip up a teacher.

@redraider1

Oh sorry, didn't realised he was finished as you never edited or resubmitted the WIP CS you posted.

Life in Gloomminster

@Conscripts Just so you know, not really sure where you are right now, Cunningham's is backalley bookstore. I think you and @AriiBird might be in another location. Not an issue, just clraifying. B)

As afollow up, presuming you aren't intending Phynnia and Areya are already in Cunningham's, what's your plan? Are they going to wander over later in the day?

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

@OwO Why can't our characters touch the carpet with theirbare skin??!!

Knights of the Lich Light

Last effort to get this ball rolling. One last bump. 2 more people and I'll get it up. Otherwise, back in the ideas bin it goes.

Multi-Interest Check of Interests

Arisdages

Name: Arisdages Pilosyan

Alias: Doctor P.

Age: 56

Appearance:

Power/Skills: Arisdages is a being comprised of a water-like liquid, this liquid allowing for an increased speed of processing vast quantities of information. Along with this he possesses superhuman intelligence, and with the correct materials and time he can engineer objects with futuristic qualities.

Equipment: Arisdages is contained within a watertight environmental suit, that stops him leaking and being dissipated. It is humanoid in shape, with a bulbous head and unnaturally skinny body. His volume means he stands around 5'6, though some of his suit may not contain any liquid.

It is adorned with an expensive tailored suit. He often sports a long current fashion lab technicians coat over this.

What appears to be a goldfish in his 'head' is actually a device of his own invention intended to maintain optimal temperatures (to a domestic degree) and to filter out any possible pollutants.

Alongside this he also owns what he calls 'The Pinger'. A gun-like device that upon using fires an invisible 'beam' that will lightly irradiate the target, and if they are sentient, cause them to rapidly suffer extreme hallucinogenic and psychedelic affects.

The Pinger

Personality: Callous, Mischievous, Intelligent, Pompous, Egotistical

Brief Bio: Arisdages is an alien lifeform, sent to earth by his 'creators' for an unknown reason, though Arisdages suspects it was because of his races' extinction. His 'father' was an Armenian inventor that managed to construct a device capable of communicating with Arisdages' species. About 6 years into their dialogue, a small pod containing a sealed orb of fluid, with one rudimentary grasper landed in a field next to the inventor's residence. All transmissions ended after Arisdages' arrival. His father quickly ascertained his sentience after he learned to communicate through the grasper. He then quickly gained more and more intelligence.

3 months later he had surpassed human intelligence and began the construction of his current suit. After which, Arisdages went on his way, remaining in irregular contact with his 'father' until the inventor's death approximately 30 years ago. Arisdages would go on to aid the second Reich during The Great War, helping develop several weapons which wreaked havoc upon the Allied forces. As soon as he realised the doomed fate of the side he had picked, he defected and left for the up-and-coming isolationist state of America, where he has resided since.

Notes: Speaks English with Upper Received Pronunciation, German, and Armenian fluently. Possibly speaks other languages to a lesser degree.

If he reaches temperatures above 70 degrees Celsius he will begin to boil and turn into a gas. Upon which he will not necessarily die, but will lose and information stored in the gaseous liquid. Meaning it effectively lobotomises him. And if he is completely boiled, his consciousness will be completely erased and replaced with a new one.

Sky High Delivery Service!

Mamjir gazed upon the gathering crowd of the port. It appeared he hadn't been as early as he intended. He had been in this city for about 2 days, exploring it with great wonder when he had word of the MILOV's short arrival. He eagerly awaited its coming, hopefully, he would be able to join the crew and help them using his immense strength. The built-up sandstone was slowly chipping away from the Shedohr's exterior to reveal the dull steel underneath.

His time in the desert city of Karbarah physically and mentally affected him, and even though the physical effect may be wearing off, the mental one was not. He had bathed in the beauty and wonder of the city. The brutal adrenaline of the fighting pits where he had sadly remained unbested, fighting great beasts brought into the area to face him and attempt to demolish him. He had enjoyed the city immensely but had decided to move on after a good while. He traveled westward, to the city he was now standing in.

He had found himself at the back of the throng, not wanting yet to barge through and interrupt the locals he waited, looking around. He glanced down at the small woman he had found himself next to. He tried to make his towering stature slightly smaller so as not to intimidate her before he engaged in conversation. Due to his lack of a face, he struggled to convey the good-naturedness of his intentions, so instead, he made do with a small friendly wave. Spreading out his massive oversized palm (nearly the size of the poor woman's face) and rocking it back and forth by her.

"Hello my friend, I am Mamjir, Warden of Iron. Pleasure to meet you." He sang out, his voice was melodic and ethereal. So deep you could almost hear the undertones of humming machinery in your bones. "I'm here on business with the MILOV, are you?"

@Periodity

Life in Gloomminster

Life in Gloomminster

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Bonnie lifted herself groggily from the pages of the book she was reading: the Tome of Bargains of Existence. It being a slightly forbidden text with the tagline, "How to make forbidden entities work for you, and not against!" She blinked the sleep from her eyes and pulled herself unstuck from the pages of the textbook.

She glanced at her mobile Orbuculum. Her eyes opened wide in shock. It was almost noon, precisely a week till the first day of term. She was expecting multiple tenants to arrive in just a few hours. She bolted up, to the bathroom. The magic mirror greeted her. It was a fancy gift her mother had received from a rejected suitor before she'd married Bonnie's dad.

"Oh my god, you're alive. Barely. You look a mess, girl. Let me sort you out." He greeted her in his slightly effeminate and stereotypically gay voice. She scowled at him as he began his routine. He had a bit of lip to him, but he gave great style tips, so Bonnie wasn't really bothered.

She examined herself as he decided what treatment she needed. She'd passed out reading again. In her nightgown fortunately this time. Her massive mane of red hair was completely wild, knotted, and plastered to the side of her face. She reached for a comb and began briskly combing her hair. The mirror finally decided upon today's outfit and makeup. The corresponding drawers of the vanity counter shot out, one almost hitting Bonnie in the gut. She glared at the mirror as he gave a mischievous grin back.

The selection was light and accentuated her natural features, which the addition of some eyeliner. She approved and quickly applied it. Upon stepping over to the closet, it opened and the racks rapidly rearranged to present today's fit: a lightweight top that hugs her body tucked into a pair of loose light brown linen trousers, which are held up by a forest green sash around her waist acting as a splash of colour. Bonnie stands for a moment, pondering what to do with her hair, before finally reaching for a piece of olive green ribbon. She quickly tied her hair up in a loose undone ponytail, with the ribbon holding it in place.

She left her en-suite, examining her cluttered bedroom. She cleared off her desk from the night before. All the clutter, books and cups and other-such. She looked around her messy room quickly grabbing her satchel off a pile of books. Packing it with the essentials, and extra reading. Finally ready for the day she whipped down the long flight of spiral stairs. Stopped in the kitchen on the second floor to grab a pastry and a handful of nuts. Once she reached the bottom floor, the main portion of the bookshop she busied herself opening the place.

It was not a great ordeal, the old building carried the must of ancient texts, some vintage, and some truly arcane. The floor heaved with knowledge, and it felt like it. A cosy fire ever burning in the corner, keeping the room at a magically perfect temperature. The summer months were ending, and the chill of the autumn was closing in. Though the afternoons still warmed to streets, in the morning a light fog was beginning to form around the Sprontsides. The small shop floor was packed with books, massive cases spanning the walls, with a few inviting but well-worn armchairs strewn about amidst the bookshelves and tables stacked with numerous scrolls and tablets of exotic nature.

Bonnie set herself down at the large desk in the corner, piled up with books and a humongous antique mechanised cash register. Next to it were scattered the half-assembled clockwork remains of some kind of device she had been tinkering with. Alongside these objects was an opened and well-loved book on automatons and clockwork magics. Finally sat a small sealed glass jar containing a cluster of Kreteks, herbal cigarette-like joints.

She set herself down on her large purple armchair behind the desk, glancing at the clock. She idly began reading, waiting for customers. Or the tenants that should be coming any moment. She mentally went over the rooms, she was certain she'd cleared them all out. Except for maybe room 3- But she had no time to check, as a tall thin being opened the shop door, sounding off the little bell attached to it. He stepped into the shop, a customer.

Dreaming Together With You - A Fading Memory Experiment - On Hiatus

@Fading Memory Same, this is pretty cool.

Curious though, what's the verdict on clothes? Is it going to be a case-by-case basis as to whether people want their clothes magically changed?

Life in Gloomminster

Hey, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be participating, after all. The rest of you have fun, ok?

@BenG85

No worries! Best wishes to you and yours. B)