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LOCATION : Renegade HQ in Seattle, WA INTERACTIONS : Gabi & Hayden, IN PASSING: Cece TIME : 0-19-Hundred-and-Fart Sounds


Hana angled her head at Cece as she spoke. While most of the group seemed preoccupied with their own things, she’d managed to catch the attention of their superstar wannabe. It was never a good look when a hero tried to force themselves onto the goodwill of people. And on top of that, Cece didn’t even have an eye-catching suit to do it in. Hana would put down twenty bucks that’d it be a gold string bikini. Well, Cece was a bit of an innocent at heart. Fine, a normal gold bikini.

She raised a brow as the blonde asked what “Seven Minutes in Heaven” was. Hana had even referenced it in the politest way she knew how. There were kids in the house, like Hayden or JD. ”I will never forget you asked.” Hana smiled. Ow, fucking goddam lip. She knew that Cece was the better of the two of them, putting out the flames of conflict. They were both on a thin ice bridge that the sun was cozying up to. Anything could set it off. For now, though, Hana was content to take that information and tuck it away. And by tuck it away, she immediately pulled the cellphone out of her pocket.

In the process of doing so, she caught Julian’s blush. Look it, a Luthor can be cute, she considered. Superman’s nemesis and supreme Mr. Clean, Lex Luthor, had always made Hana question why they continued to humor him. Shoot him into the sun. They liked to dispose of all their other trash in it. Julian, on the other hand, was their fearless leader and two-star repairman. Hana didn’t have beef, because she wouldn’t be here otherwise. No, she’d probably still be in Hub City, bunking down in an apartment over the Greek corner store that always smelled like spiced potatoes—always.

Giving an unseen wink to Kevin, as he reacted to her words with a huff of flame like a low-budget parade dragon, she turned back to her phone. The conversation buzzed around her. She pulled up Gabi’s name and tapped out a quick text to one of the few people she could call her friend in this penthouse.

[Breaking fxing news! CC dndt kno wht 7 min in Heaven is! I thought she WASNT 1 of the 1s who was born ystrday! 100% prank da bitch about that. 😉😘]

Hana slid the phone back into her pocket about the time Johnny—Johnny Two—walked in. She’d missed Roy and JD. Roy was from his quietness, but it was more a force of habit to ignore JD. His tendency to be loud, intrusive and dumb reminded her too much of her older brothers. She’d come to Seattle to get away from that.

“So, no one’s going to answer me? Cool. Good to know you all got your fucking manners from a barn.” She raised a hand in a wave. “Have fun with your fucking harem, Eel-ster,” she said to Eilidh before leaving, as there was a small crowd around the polite blind girl.

Hana entered the common area, where the conversation seemed to be about what movie they were going to watch. Varo, their other other alien was there. Hana regarded him for a second. They hadn’t really interacted much, but she couldn’t lie that she was interested to give him a once-over with the ring. But she respected people’s autonomy—if not much else. ”I recommend Saw. The second one is the best.” She made her way over to one of the windows, running her finger along the edges to open the latch.

”Anyway, I think I’m going to grab something to eat. One more frozen burrito and my shits’ll turn into one. And with our electrical issues… we don’t want plumbing ones.” She opened the window with a bit of effort. Everything around here wasn’t totally decrepit, but it sure liked to act it. ”I guess I should ask if any of you want anything, but I don’t care.” She paused. ”Wait, no, I’m not that much of an asshole. You want anything Gabi? Hayden?”
I was asked off-thread about the player expectations, and I figure this'll be a good place to discuss them. I didn't really put much up there, because if the hook didn't get you... then the expectations sure as hell won't. Anyway, this RP is casual--meaning that I won't require novellas for posts. That being said, I threw in the advanced tag because I'll be asking a lot from your imagination. Posting will be every few days to once a week. I will lean on once a week, but if we're small enough and get a good pace, then I'll keep that pace. But I do understand having crap-o-tastic weeks. So, I'll be lenient in that regard.

Character creation will heavily involve setting up your living, breathing, pay-check earning (or not,) person in Caulder's Hollow. You won't have to worry about deciding powers or abilities. Those will be given in-game, at random, but you can always message me and talk about possible directions you want your character to go. I have DM'd a lot of DnD and other TTRPGs, this shit is my jam. Also, knowing that, I imagine that you can see some resemblance to Numenera up in here.

What it boils down to is this: I want this RP to not be too hard to jump into, but I want you to jump into it with a full character. Posting should be fun and easy. Though, in some situations, there may be more I ask of you. The big thing is that we all get along and have fun. I'm chill and rarely ever over-serious. So, yay?

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Hmmm, that's a great point. If you end up making this a roleplay it might be the first one I've been in that I'll be willing to use an illustrated picture ^^

Well, I'd be honored then. I'll keep you up to date on how this goes. I don't need too much interest, as this is a small group, but before I put in the time I need to do the crime I need some interest. So, thanks!

I probably shouldn't, considering my slate is pretty full as it is, but if nothing else, I will be watching this. It's a lovely idea and one I would love to see flourish!


Thanks! And you know I'd always love to have you, but I totally understand. I just need my RPs to stop going the way of the dodo.
Sounds like an original idea (to me.) The only question I have right now (and it's petty) will it use real photos for characters or anime? I personally cannot get into roleplays if anime/cartoon pictures are used. ^^;

I hope it's original, or someone's been stealing my thoughts (again.)

As much as character pictures go, I'm allowing photography and/or realistic art, considering this is about characters from Earth and the spoopy what-nots that can befall them. I would lean towards photography if it wasn't for the otherworldly elements I have to account for. Also hardships of finding some photography where the person isn't just gosh darn gorgeous. Not that there isn't some, but I've gotta find some grotesque portraits.
I liked them both. They had entirely different tones (but both touched on grief and PTSD... woof) and were enjoyable in different ways to me. That being said, I'm stoked for some Hawkeye.

Yep. I'm that person.


Two years ago, eight people went missing in the small North Dakotan town of Caulder's Hollow. The incident rocked the nation as they'd somehow disappeared at the same time from entirely different locations. There was nothing in their backgrounds that tied them together. They were a mixture of Caulder Hollow natives, tourists, and passers-by. Yet, when the clock struck 11:43 PM, they were gone. The forestry agency searched the surrounding wilderness. The authorities turned the town upside down. There were alerts sent to the Canadian border, and federal agents did statewide sweeps. Yet, the eight were never found. The news died down eventually, and the town went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be considering it lured tourists from all over trying to discover what happened to the missing eight of Caulder's Hollow.

Our story isn't about them, or at least at this moment it isn't. They are players in this grand game, but they're the obstacles, not the entrants. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Tonight, in the early spring of April, Caulder's Hollow was about to receive some very surprising news. Mara Swaim, a recent high school graduate and one of the missing eight, was found on the banks of the Pembina River outside the Evershine Outpost. She'd been discovered by a couple of students from Hightower High. She was unconscious at the time, but she was alive. To hear the teens tell the story, the door to the Evershine Outpost was bright purple only for a moment as Mara Swaim tumbled out. In a flash of light, the door returned back to normal, and Mara was there. One might assume they were drinking, but the next bit of their story couldn't have been falsified. Mara was dressed in clothing that didn't resemble anything on Earth, and it was made of a material that seemed to be both liquid and solid at the same time. On her hip was a globe made of transparent plastic that held a small, clockwork creature. On her back, sprouting from her flesh like veins of gold and crystal, were huge angelic-like wings. In one hand was a dagger, seemingly to be made out of the same material as her clothing. Blood coated the tip of the blade. Mara's forearm was bleeding from what looked to be a self-imposed wound. When later cleaned by the paramedics, they noticed it glowed, luminescent in the light of the ambulance. More so, it said something...


News broke of Mara's return like a thunderclap across the valley. It'd only been an hour, but the world was already watching. Maybe with her return, the other seven would also come back? That'd be quite some hopeful thinking, considering the exact opposite happened that evening.

At 11:43 PM, you feel this gnawing sensation in the pit of your stomach. You might question where it came from, but you know what you have to do. You have to find the nearest door and walk through it. Stumbling through whatever obstacles that come between you and it, the pain subsides when you grab the knob and turn. The world disorients for a second. Your awareness feels like it's on the inside of your body. Your innards exposed to air so cold it burns like the sun. A prickling sensation passes over your extremities and into the core of your body. Unsure if your heart is on the inside or out, you feel it skip a beat. And then another. Was it slowing down?

Next thing you know everything snaps back into reality. Your skin feels on its skeleton where it should be. Yet, the odd tingling sensation won't leave you. You look around to find that the landscape around you is far from Caulder's Hollow. The sky above is a deep black and purple, eight moons hanging in the air. The ground underneath your feet is compacted earth, but there are slivers of glowing areas akin to metallic veins. You turn around to see that the door you passed through is fading away. You can't get your fingers around the knob before it dissipates entirely. You become aware of a large corrugated metal sign you hadn't seen before. A buzzing fluorescent bulb points towards what's written on it.



A BRIEF IDEA

This roleplay is an otherworld (isekai for you anime kids) game where a group of normal people from our world, Caulder's Hollow to be exact, enter a world at the edge of space, time, and reality. In this world, the rules of those three don't apply. Magic, technology, varied species, culture, technology, etc. have all collided into Anigma Fluxx. Its denizens and infrastructure brought in the same way you were.

The premise is that you are to make your way through this world in hopes of getting home. Yet, it won't be as easy. You'll have chances to "evolve" your characters by using artefacts on yourself to achieve something you couldn't on Earth. And you may have to, considering the dangers of this world. There are also the other missing eight, well seven now, that you can assume are somewhere inside of Anigma Fluxx. Your character will have a tie to one of them that we will discuss.

This isn't meant to be a long roleplay, but hopefully an exciting one with a lot of interesting choices to make. Will your character want to come home in the end? Will they learn the secrets of Anigma Fluxx? Will they find their lost friend/loved one/family/etc.? Will they still be human enough to care about any of that?

My brain enjoyed green today when I sat down, so I ended up taking inspiration from here.





That's so good. Man o' man, this is my new favorite thing. You really caught all that smoldering attitude. I love it.
I have a harder time with not writing out Hana as 'Hannah' haha


I have noticed quite a few variations of both her first and last name. It's fine. Aa someone who has an alternate spelling of an older, classic name... I rarely even notice.

Though I was trying to save you guys some syllables.
So many pantsless heroes. It makes you question who the actual villains are.
A kryptonian hybrid who has depowered himself
A Green Lantern who struggles to maintain the concentration required to hold constructs
Daughter of the Mistress of Magic with very little practical understanding of her own capabilities or how her magic actually works
Likewise the deal with the girl who can bless the rains down in Gua-te-mala
A Blue Beetle who minutes ago blasted a hole in his own bedroom wall from lack of control
The guy who controls space who accidentally stepped out of his fridge...

Does it make me a masochist that I love myself some sweet sweet self-nerfing? Probably.

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Not to mention that they haven’t fought together, don’t have great rapport (yet)...

The team chemistry and familiarity is missing in the field. It will be interesting for sure.

Also, would all of our characters not be complete overkill? Maybe some stay behind?

I believe half the team would probably go down in a fit of bickering. And that's not even considering that others have to suit up and make it to the bank.

Wait. How many members of this team actually have suits? It's just a gaggle of teens and young adults that show up in their streetwear. You're in trouble now.
I had Julian react to what Hana said @psych0pomp, but it wasn't anything major, but you can always bully the kid for blushing if you want.
He's got a good excuse to change the subject coming up, anyway :P

Apologies, I didn't phrase that correctly. I shouldn't have thrown "indirectly" in there. I meant I'm not holding up anything, and I don't know why I thought I was waiting on someone. I will respond to those reactions though. That blushing. Cece's comments. Kevin's snort. No worries, I've clocked them! Hana should not be allowed around all these kids that are new to the world. Though, she is probably more filtered than a brief trip onto certain parts of reddit.

I just shouldn't try to English on the night before my last long work shift.

think our characters are meant to be teasingly hostile towards each other.

And clearly it's Ross! 😤😤😤

Forever destined!

Hah. I truly hope that RP isn't dead, because I'm still waiting for the moment Ross snaps and just takes Sloane out. Or someone else starts teasing Ross, and Sloane's like "no one makes fun of Ryan, except for me!" You know, because a spoiled rich kid can't even share his shittiness. It's got to be one of my favorite dynamics in an RP in a long time.

Ah well, maybe Hana and DJ will be just as enjoyable.

...
I mean JD.

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