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Daemon Days(Original Sci-Fi/Fantasy blend Roleplay)

Yeah, that's the plan. Once I feel as if it's gotten enough willing participants I'll set up an official Board and post a link to it.

Daemon Days(Original Sci-Fi/Fantasy blend Roleplay)

Oh! I should add that on there. But you can be either or. I'd imagine that most people would dual RP as a Human and Daemon team. But you can do either just a Daemon, or just a Human.

And don't worry about being a beginner! All are welcome here!

Daemon Days(Original Sci-Fi/Fantasy blend Roleplay)

(Hey ho! Ramjammer here, and I'm just throwing out an interest check for an RP I've made and been wanting to do for a LONG time. It needs a decent sized group of people to get off the ground, and along with answering any questions about it, I'd also love to hear any feedback! Settle in, it's a bit of a read lol.)

Here's the board page!

They had existed for as long as the Universe itself. Flitting through shadows and keeping themselves just at the edge of Human comprehension. Daemons. Creatures of great power that had always observed Mortals but very rarely did they make their presence known. They kept to themselves, donning disguises only when they were required to cross the line between our world and theirs. The Reality of Daemons, called The Void ran parallel to that of Humans, but never did they intersect. Never did they interact.

Until recently.

For reasons, unknown Daemons began to breach the boundary between worlds and making pacts with Humans. Some of the Daemons seek companionship and an opportunity to experience a world not their own. Some of the Humans seek a power that can only be afforded by a Daemon.

And some seek to leave both worlds in complete shambles.....

Friends in the Void.

Rasteva was not sure if they agreed with Sara fully, but they weren't so foolish as to not recognize her concerns. War in any form was awful and rife with tragedy. Be it on the battlefield or the streets of the city that one would call home. Sara had every right to be concerned about innocent people being caught up in the midst of things, but unfortunately, this City was the very place that the Purgers had seen fit to wage their war on Daemonkind. Ruffling their feathers the Raven nodded and sighed, seeking to comfort the young woman. "Yes, I can see why that would be a concern of yours. This situation has been a powderkeg waiting to explode for some time now. We can never truly know why the person on the news did what they did today. Knowing the Purgers and what they're capable of I'd imagine that they felt sufficiently threatened by them. It's also possible that their Daemon felt very strongly that they were in danger and wanted to protect them as best they could. It was an ugly and unfortunate thing to be sure, but I think that many people and their Daemons are sick and tired of feeling helpless." The Daemon perched on Sara's knee stared up at her with beady eyes. "A cornered animal tends to fight quite ferociously after all."

The woman's question caught the Daemon off guard and gave them pause for a moment. In truth, Rasteva did not have what could be considered friends. Allies to be certain, but friends were not something that they concerned themselves with. Something that had recently come back to haunt them in their darkest hours. The Daemon sighed lightly and looked back up at Sara. "Friends? Not really, not in the true sense. I am sure I could find someone willing to assist us, but it would cost something in return." The Raven fell silent, mulling over their thoughts for a moment. "And truth be told I am not sure I feel comfortable taking you to meet these kinds of people, Sara. They tend to frequent the less savory parts of the city. For me, it was not a problem to visit, but I'd feel quite bad if something were to happen to you out there....These sorts are not overly fond of humans I'm afraid." Rasteva hummed softly and considered their options once more in silence before speaking again. "I suppose...There is ONE person we might ask for help...." The Raven visibly cringed as if the thought somehow offended them. "But this person is....Something, to be sure. I am not sure how to put it. I suppose I could say that their manner is a little overbearing." They looked up at Sara and leveled her with a rather serious gaze. "To be completely honest, I'm worried that they may turn out to be a bad influence on you, Sara."

Friends in the Void.

The Raven ruffled their feathers as Sara seemingly grew excited over the prospect of them knowing the CEO. "Yes. She is, but in my dealings with her she has proven to be less than kind." The Daemon hummed softly, turning their gaze back towards the TV. "I find the price of her 'help' to be far too steep for my liking and we'll leave it at that." Rasteva's tone left no room for argument, and they did not like being so brusque with Sara, but their dislike of the Businesswoman was far too great to simply set aside. "As for our little 'hero' being reckless, I agree wholeheartedly. Though against a Daemon of significant strength even a group of unarmed individuals should pose no threat."

Rasteva wondered briefly if there was any correlation between the person on TV and their employer. It certainly seemed like something she'd do, but how could she have known what these people even looked like? Much less how and where they operated. Shaking their head, the Raven looked back up at Sara. "It is a bloody solution, but not everyone is inclined to fight fairly. And can it really be said that these people are undeserving of such treatment? You were there at the Library. You saw what they did. If the Purgers did not want to be beaten to within an inch of their lives, then they should not have gone out hurting people." The Raven perched themselves on Sara's knee and proceeded to make themselves comfortable."I know this is not something you like Sara, but the short of it is that someone saw a problem and attempted to solve it as best they could. Even if their motives and methods may be questionable I am sure good has come out of this. Perhaps now the Purgers will think twice before attacking someone again." The Daemon thought back to the irritable Police Officer on the news. "And perhaps after being so embarrassed, your Law Enforcement might actually do something about them." The Daemon said this not only to reassure Sara but themselves as well. They still had no idea what the fight could mean for their own future and that of the City but they did not think that it bode well at all. "I only hope that this does not cause things to get too out of hand..."

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Lorette sat behind her desk, several fingers pressed to her temple as she glared at the finely dressed man standing in front of her. "When I told you to take care of the problem Allister, I assumed that it went without saying that you were to do it as quietly as possible." The man smiled serenely at Lorrete, his voice as calm and clear as a stream even in the face of his Employer's ire. "But Lorette, you know how Faendr I can be. What's the point of us putting on a show if there is no audience around to even see it?" The man placed a gloved hand to his chin, his expression becoming thoughtful. "If no one is around to see it, can it even be called a show?" Lorette's eyebrow began to twitch visibly in irritation, Allister's nonchalant demeanor only serving to anger her even more. "Allister, I shouldn't need to explain to you how serious this is. You were seen by a lot of people and subsequently connected to this very place." The woman throws one of her hands up sharply. "And if you wanted people to look at you THAT badly, WHY didn't you at least change into something that wouldn't identify you as one of my Employees?" Allister paused to fiddle with one of his cufflinks and at least had the decency to look sheepish at her question. "I may have gotten a little overzealous and forgotten to change into something less incriminating." The woman behind the desk sat back in her chair stared at him pointedly, and Allister felt himself shrinking back just a little bit. "Allister, in only one sentence I want you to explain to me why I shouldn't throw you out of a window right now." The man twiddled his gloved fingers, eyes darting around the room before coming to settle back on Lorette. "The Police are on their way over and want to question us."

Lorette felt a migraine coming on. "Of course they do. And who's fault is that?"

"......Mine."

"And who will be taking a ten percent cut to their salary because of this?"

"No! Please! That's my silk tie money!"

Lorrete prepared herself to deliver a sound rebuttal on why a grown man shouldn't need to set aside a portion of his salary for ties but was cut off by her phone beeping. Holding up a finger to keep Allister in place, the woman barked sharply into the phone. "What is it?" A deep voice on the other side let out a gruff chuckle in response. "Just because Allister dropped the ball on this one, doesn't mean you need to bite all of our heads off Boss." Lorette grits her teeth, grinding out softly. "What do you want Mr.Solberg?" The man on the other end dropped his joking manner almost immediately. "The Cops are here to see you and Schoen. They're pretty mad about what happened, so don't expect them to be on their best behavior." The CEO let out a deep sigh, nodding her head even though her Chief of Security could not see it. "I honestly expected as much but I appreciate the warning. Send them up." Lorette ended the call before the man on the other end could answer and affixed Allister with an icy stare. "I shouldn't have to say this, but it's obvious that you can't be trusted to your own devices. Do not ruin this for either of us." Allister let out a small scoffing sound, snapping a mock salute to Lorette. "Yes, Ma'am." Lorette snorted softly in amusement and turned her attention to the door to her office. The two of them did not have to wait long and moments later two Officers entered the room. Lorette shot Allister one last look that screamed 'behave' before rising to greet the two men that had entered the room. "Hello, Gentlemen. How might Apex Implementations assist you today?"

Friends in the Void.

The Raven peeked over at Sara's notes strewn over the table and cocked their head. Picking up a pencil in their beak the Raven hopped towards a blank sheet of paper. Their grip on the writing implement was awkward and once more Rasteva wished that they had hands again, but they made due with what they had. The Daemon began to scrawl a series of equations onto the paper, along with several different fractions. "Here. I am not sure what kind of teacher you are studying under, but their methods are questionable at best." The Daemon tapped at the figures scrawled on the paper. "This is the most efficient manner in which to solve these equations. Here, I have done a few of them myself to illustrate how it's done. I cannot understand why the Humans that wrote this book would make everything so complicated."

Once they were sure that Sara had understood the proper method they'd written down for her Rasteva resumed watching TV. As before there was nothing of interest on, but the show that was playing suddenly cut away to a News report. "We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring a special report." The scene at the news Desk cuts to an unfamiliar square, but from the look of things, it was in the center of the city. A frazzled reporter stands in front of the camera and behind him, a large crowd of people could be seen milling around. "I'm here downtown on the scene of where a bloody fight has taken place. Several members of the Anti Daemon Coalition calling themselves the 'Purgers' have been injured."

Rasteva tugged on Sara's sleeve to get her attention indicating that she should watch too. "Sara. Sara look!"The Daemon turns back to the TV screen watching with renewed interest. The Camera panned over to show a person being carried on a stretcher into a waiting ambulance. "Witnesses say that they don't know what started the conflict, but the group was soundly beaten by a man accompanied by a Daemon that looked like a large Stag. He apparently fled the scene before the authorities arrived, but witness reports state that the uniform he was wearing bore the mark of Apex Implementations." Rasteva cocked their head, beady eyes staring at the screen. "That name is...The same business that she owns. Sara, what do you make of this?" The Daemon was puzzled, not quite understanding why the man had acted the way they said he did. It certainly seemed out of character from how people had been acting the past few days. Perhaps Sara wasn't the only interested in taking a hands-on approach to solve things.

The screen flashed to the Reporter questioning some people. "Well, I don't see what the fuss is about." An older man was on the screen now, seeming unimpressed with everything. "These Punks have been causing trouble for everybody. It's about time that they had some sense smacked into those head of theirs." The Reporter moved to question a Police Officer on standby and he looked to be rather irritated. "The Purgers HAVE been a problem for the people of our city, but that's no reason to go taking matters into your own hands. We need everyone to trust that Law Enforcement will get the situation under control. What we don't need is acts of Vigilantism around the city." The Screen cut away back towards the Reporter. "And there you have it. The Authorities have told us that they will be getting in contact with Apex Implementations, but so far their CEO has not made an effort to comment. That concludes our Report, we now return to our regularly scheduled program." The News cut out as abruptly as it had come on and returned to the show airing previously. It did nothing to interest Rasteva, as their thoughts were a veritable storm. "I do not understand. One lone man and a Daemon against a group of them? They must have been either remarkably brave or incredibly foolish." The Raven glanced up at Sara again. "Although I suppose I was wrong to brush aside your idea from the night before, Sara. It seems that some people are willing to place themselves in danger to defend others."

Friends in the Void.

Rasteva gave Sara a critical look, her stammering not escaping their notice. "I see well. You have been quite busy assisting me these past few days. But I don't want to stand in the way of your education. I am sure that anything we need to do can be set aside for now. You should not neglect your studies." The Daemon really wasn't in the position to lecture anyone, least of all Sara after she'd been so helpful, but Rasteva valued higher learning too much to see even a little of it go to waste. "If you require assistance in your studies, I would be more than glad to help you. I am sure that it would ease the burden, even if only a little." It was not much in the way of thanks, but it was still a step in the right direction and Rasteva was committed to repaying Sara in any way that they were able. They listened to the woman's soft breathing as she drifted to sleep before settling themselves down for the night as well.

Morning came and as had become customary for them, Rasteva parked themselves in front of the Television to watch the news while Sara readied herself for the day. The Human's antics on the screen were usually a source of amusement for them, but right now the Daemon was hoping that the news had anything more to say about the Purgers. They didn't seem to be stating anything different other than the usual warnings to stay alerted, but Rasteva knew that another assault would come sooner or later.

The Daemon shook their head and flew towards the kitchen when Sara called out to them. She had prepared a breakfast for both of them and Rasteva made no complaints as they began to eat their own portion. They were pecking at some of the eggs when the young woman's question caught their attention and they looked up from their meal. "Well. I have already chosen a vessel to reflect my own desires, Sarah. Instead, you can pick one that you'd like. Something to reflect your own interests." It was a small thing that Rasteva hoped could bridge the gap between them, and letting Sara choose a vessel for them would be a good way to show her that they were a team and equals. "But that can wait I think. For now you have some studying to do, hmmm?"

Friends in the Void.

"The idea in and of itself was not so bad Sara. I just would not like to see you harmed in all of this. I'm hardly strong enough to protect you. I cannot even protect myself." The Daemon lets out a low sighing warble, looking down at the bedsheets. "And you do not need to apologize for me. For better or worse we are both in this together. If I cannot trust your judgement and give you the courtesy of listening to your ideas, what kind of partner does that make me? We are equals, and It is time I started treating you as such." Sara was rather meek to be sure. Though she was not lacking for kindness, it was clear that she could not bring herself to deny Rasteva what they asked. Because of this, the Daemon had unintentionally been walking all over her practically from the beginning. Sara did not really need Rasteva, not truly. But they needed HER. Unfortunately they had nothing to offer her in return at present. And though the young woman assured them that she did not require anything, Rasteva was still determined to repay her in some manner.

And so they were a little surprised and slightly puzzled at Sarah's answer to their question."Well that is quite noble of you Sara. Not many are so willing to give of themselves without something given to them in turn." The Daemon could not understand it at all. Sara said that she was happy to help them out as best she could. And while it was nice, Rasteva wasn't sure how to feel about it. On some level they were glad that the young woman wanted to help them at all, and with her they had accomplished more than they would have alone. On the other hand they wondered if her desire to help without need of a reward stemmed from her natural shyness. It made sense, Sara did not like to impose and probably felt odd asking for anything even if she truly desired it. Mulling over their thoughts silently for a few moments, Rasteva decided that they would reward her anyhow when they were able to. She didn't have to know about it of course, but the Daemon would feel much better gifting her with something after she worked so hard to help them.

Giving their feathers another ruffle, Rasteva settled down on the bed content to rest there for the night. Even though they did not sleep, the act of resting on the bed with Sara while she did was calming. The quiet was welcome and brought peace, leaving the Daemon alone to meditate. Their beady eyes surveyed Sara for a moment before they spoke again. "I think tomorrow I will give you a history lesson. Provided you are not busy of course. I hope that my presence has not kept you from your studies. They are very important." They had already taken up so much of her spare time, Rasteva did not want to distract her from her schooling as well. "If you need to leave during the day, that is fine too. All that you need to do is let me out, I can keep myself occupied during the day and then return here in the evening when you come home."

Friends in the Void.

The Daemon mentally cursed themselves, as a hurt expression flashed briefly across Sara's face. She was only trying to help as best she could, there wasn't really any reason for Rasteva to dismiss her opinions so quickly. Especially given all that she'd done thus far. Flapping off of the desk, the Raven settled themselves down on the bed with Sara. The positioned themselves on the pillow and settled down, a wing extending to rest over her head once more. "I apologize, I should not have spoken to you so in such a dismissive manner Sara. It is not as if I've offered up any solutions myself." Rasteva paused unsure of how to form their next statement. "I am.....I do not know how to talk to Humans. It is very confusing to me sometimes, each of defines words said in such different manners. But that does not excuse what I did." The Daemon ruffled their feathers and settled more comfortably on the pillow. "I myself still cannot say what we can do about this whole thing. It has never been in my nature to help others before."

This was true and Rasteva knew it. Before all of this had started the Daemon did not concern themselves with the goings-on of Mortals. They had watched and absorbed all that they did, but Humanity had not been considered among Rasteva's friends and allies. Not even when they two worlds had begun to interact did they make an effort to reach out. On some level, Rasteva wondered if they might have agreed with the opinions of the Purgers. That Daemons and Humans had no business interacting. It wasn't too far-fetched and even now they wondered if it was worth all the trouble.

The Raven was pulled from their thoughts as Sara spoke, and looked down at her. "Why do they leave? Why does anybody leave a loved one behind if their very presence would do them harm? So that they do not get hurt. The Purgers are attempting to drive a wedge between Humanity and Daemons. The Daemons leave because they do not wish harm to befall their Human companions. The Humans allow it because they have grown fearful. If allowed to go on for long enough, there may be a gap that cannot be bridged." The Daemon cocked their head, something that Sara had said piquing their interest. "Sara. We both know why I am here and what I seek to do. That much is clear. Even the Purgers know what they want to do. But what about you Sara? Surely you cannot be content with following me around while I grasp at former glory." The Ravens eyes watched the young woman's face carefully, waiting for a response. "There must be something that you can gain from all this. Otherwise what is the point of it all? I would......I would not want you to be hurt helping me only to gain nothing for it in the end."

Friends in the Void.

About Daemons

Despite sharing a namesake with the more well known Demons of myth and folklore,Daemons are neither inherently good or evil. Their ambiguous nature can leave many that do manage to meet one wary as their true motives are often up for debate. In actuality a Daemon's ambiguity is in reality a 'Default setting' and all of them are driven by an unknown and all consuming impulse to discover their individual nature. Defining it only as a drive to be their "Complete Self", it can range from each Daemon becoming either a complete monster like the Demons they share a namesake with, or beings of complete virtue. From the moment of their conception up until their existence ends altogether, a Daemon’s sole drive is to seek out and find the meaning of their own existence.

Daemons can and will meddle in the affairs of Mortals.This can be something as innocuous as choosing an individual to watch and learn about while remaining unperceived, or something a bit less harmless such as making their existence known and giving people portions of their own power to see what happens.

It tends to go about as well as one would expect.

Daemons are incorporeal by nature, and lack true physical forms. The best way to describe a Daemon is not as a living being, but instead as a ‘concept’, flitting at the edges of realities but never truly making themselves known.Because they most often exist outside of the realities inhabited by mortals Daemons cannot be perceived or even fully comprehended unless they actively choose to be. The closest an individual can come to seeing a Daemon as they are will describe it as noticing a shadow flitting by at the edge of their vision, but will disappear when looked at or even considered fully. This has led to myths considering them to be the wandering spirits of the dead, and rarely divine beings such as Gods.This statement is for the most part false, though some Daemons have been able to achieve near Godlike power through unknown methods. Daemons that choose to manifest in a reality to better observe and interact with mortals are forced to take on a physical form as their existence simply cannot BE without one. Some choose to take the forms of animals, though most will disguise themselves as mortal beings. Some have even been known to take the form of inanimate objects,and each form often coincides with a particular Daemon’s goals in whatever reality they’ve manifested in and their own personal tastes. Daemons mostly adhere to the same laws of physics that other beings do in whatever reality they’ve found themselves in, and while not capable of feeling pain, they can still be injured, dismantled and killed while in a physical form. A particularly weak Daemon that cannot manifest their own form will often take possession of a random object until they are strong enough to project a form of their own. This is often done out of desperation on the Daemon's part and is often considered to be embarrassing and shameful.

Daemons do not adhere to a particular hierarchy within their society, if they even have a society at all. Daemons that come across each other will recognize another of their kind on sight and they will usually stop to exchange pleasantries and stories of their travels before moving on their way. Daemons do not gather together for any reason outside of chance meetings, and do not actively seek each other out unless they specifically know another of their kind to be nearby and willing to interact with them. Though their species does not possess any lands or holdings to claim heritage to, a Daemon that takes a liking to a particular reality will gladly choose to settle there.