Redward

Shadow Smiles

@The Narrator Thank you for your interest! Welcome aboard!

Shadow Smiles

A slight bump for those who have not seen the Q & A posted by @Viatos!

Worlds Apart

She sighed, watching leaves rustle. Trailing at the back of the group had been only natural for her. I ain't really mesh with that crew, too good. Her arms were stuffed into the fold of her corset, just beneath her breasts. In the absence of pockets, she found that worked best. Ahead of her, the rest of the group walked; spaced but cohesive. Cliques already. Fuck. The cop and the kid seem like they hittin' it off. They hadn't been walking long, no more than two or three hours, but the verdant field had fallen far behind. Guess we ain't too far from Silverbook. She still didn't see the town, but had a feeling that they'd catch a glimpse of it in the next few hours.

Most of the strife had died down, given that the crazy guy had been bound and dragged. Don't seem right, really. So what? He stabbed the cop. Michael, that's his name. Stabbed Michael. That was there, this is here. Cops and slashers don't much fuckin' matter. She lowered her head, feeling the weight of her hat shift. It did that, sometimes, when she turned her head too fast or jumped a little; but it never seemed to come off unless she wanted it to. Tabitha had taken it off, once, since leaving the field. Her hair was longer, now, and that lovely neon green; and was really more trouble outside the headgear than in.

Indeed, the back seemed to suit her best. She could watch everyone. LIsten to everyone. She hadn't done much listening, to be honest. They'd only been in Irriss for maybe two, possibly three, hours and conversation seemed to be in no short supply. It hurt her, in a distant way. But that's on me. I ain't here to make friends. I ain't here to... she brought a hand from its fold and rested it against her face, digging nails lightly against the strange tear-drop mark that had come with her gift, be one'a them...

Michael and Ascot, Saffron somewhere behind. Stormy and Koda, mutual concern between them. Kate and Anni, trailing behind the bound Oedipus.

Where does that leave me? She ran her fingers over her garb. The harlequin's get-up she had been given.

She certainly didn't feel like one of them. For the most part, Tabitha Calvicante was a shadow in their assemblage. The 'other'. She hadn't spoken to the Tristan-thing since they started walking. Looking over his form had made her uncomfortable. Those roving golden eyes met briefly by her own silver. Had to be silver...didn't it? He was still in there, she could tell, by the sound of his voice; but little else brought to mind the shy guy she had shared her circle with. She hoped he was still him. Lane and Rani would have a fuckin' fit, if they knew what we was doin' right now. That hurt her, a little bit. That the only person she really knew from her world was so different and distant. Makes sense, though, his heart came out of his chest...his skin changed...he's gotta be hurtin' worse than I am. Something tugged at her heart. Maybe I'll sit and talk with him, when nobody's around. We weren't close...but, damn, we're friends! He needs to know...I need to know...that we're not alone.

It was decided, then.

Slowing her pace, she felt leaves crunch beneath nearly-exposed feet. What was it Ascot said? Abilities ya feel inside ya? Tabitha stopped to lean against a tree, staring at her hands; both of which were held before her. She didn't feel anything. After the crazy burst of laughter Was it really fake...? she had felt the same, just dressed differently. After the moment of intense light from within she felt dark again. She wanted to cry, but the field had drained her of that.

The woods were like anything you'd find back home. She couldn't tell one tree from another, but it hardly mattered. More disconcerting was the lack of people traveling along the path. Tabitha had noticed it, but never brought it up. Instead, she lingered at the back.

"So," she started, cocking an eyebrow and putting her hands at her side, "how we gonna know what to do once we hit Silverbrook?" She sure as fuck didn't have any clue, and the whole thing felt off. Stalling was necessary. She needed to know what the others thought. "I know we find the Magician, and all, but ya guys sure we're up for whatever's comin' next?"

She idly kicked a rock, before lowering herself against a tree's base. "I wanna take a break, anyway. We been walkin' for a minute," her eyes swept over them, a slight smile on her face, "ya guys can go ahead without me, if ya want. But I'm gonna drop my ass right here." Really, she didn't care to talk to most of them. She wanted to talk with Tristan alone. She had a few things she wanted to talk to him about. Even if they weren't important things, Tabitha needed to feel like she wasn't alone; or that she wasn't going to be left behind.

I hope he's on the same page...

Shadow Smiles

@Viatos, thanks for providing that!

Worlds Apart

Both new Player slots are filled!

Worlds Apart

@Mammon has expressed interest. Will be reserving a spot for them. That leaves one more spot.

If they haven't posted by Thursday afternoon, I'll open that spot back up.

Worlds Apart [Recruiting]

Hello, there! Worlds Apart is a high-casual RP I'm running, that's been going on for about two months. I won't waste your time with all of the information.

I will, however, let you know that we are in need of two new Players for the thread.

A link!

Feel free to pop in and take a gander. Post requirement is 3-4 paragraphs. There is a fair amount of reading to catch up.

Drop a line here or pop into the thread, or send me a PM! (The Discord is an option, too!)

Thanks for reading and I really hope you find the thread interesting!

Worlds Apart

Given the dropping of a Player and the uncertain status of another, I've decided to open up another two Player slots.

If you're interested, please send me a PM.

Worlds Apart

I'll be sending out PMs to gauge who intends to continue with Worlds Apart probably tomorrow. If you're one of the Players who hasn't made a post since Tabitha/Ghost Girl's last post; you'll be contacted, unless you make yourself known here.

If someone else drops I'll be making a slot or two available. I've already got an In-Character way for this to work.

Hoping everyone sticks around, but I'm not certain it's going that way.

Dawn of The Coming Storm (Co-GMed with Eklispe this time!)

The Kind Punk

Name: Alma Albescu

Age: Eighteen (18)

Physical Description:

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Important items:

-Crucifix Necklace: Given to her by her Father on her sixteenth birthday. It has no special properties, aside from being hollow. Alma often hides various things within it.

-Guitar: ‘Sally’, she calls it. A beat-up Yamaha ‘Troy Van Leeuwen Signature’. Cherry red and a constant companion; often carried on her back...along with a small battery-powered amp.

-Bike-Chain Bracelet: Given to her by Henryk, it is a deeply cherished accessory that never leaves her side. It appears to be bronze, and somewhat heavy; but Alma refuses to take it off.

Short Bio: Born into a family with deep connections to the Scorovese Mob, Alma lived a luxurious life, until the age of eight. In an attempted hit on her father, Ciriaco Albescu, their mother was caught by a stray bullet. Alma witnessed this, and had it forever scarred on her heart.

Shortly after, she and her brother, along with their father were placed in a Witness Protection Program. They left their home behind, and settled into a quiet life. As quiet as could be for the rowdy Alma. She took up singing and playing guitar, during those years; attending school and doing her best to make a name for herself. Doing her best to perfect her passions.

Now, she spends most of her time with her brother, Henryk; the person she feels closest to.

Spell List:

- Change: Stonearm Bramble Embrace Whenever stone, or concrete, or any such material is available, Alma can coax out a set of twelve arms. These arms are thick, quick and covered in vicious barbs. The arms seek to embrace the intended victim, trying to constrict and tighten their grip. The arms can perform basic attacks, in unison or in an unpredictable erratic pattern; something they utilize to properly position their foe. While they do not have much reach, able to extend only seven or eight yards from the point where Alma casts the spell, they are considerably strong, and heavy.

-World: A To B Using gravitational force, Alma creates a specific sort of ‘umbilical cord’ between a person and an object. Depending on which is heavier, one is dragged or flung toward the other. Increasing the pull can cause disastrous effects, leading Alma to exercise caution...unless the situation becomes dire. When pressed, A To Be can be used to create a gravity bubble inside a specific target; in an attempt to crush them from within.

-TimeSpace: Turnabout Reaching through the stitches of TimesSpace, Alma switches positions with a specified target. While it has practical application as an outright combat technique; it is more focused on strategy. Switching places with inanimate objects is possible, but it something Alma avoids unless necessary.

-High: Gentle Blade A hardlight construct brought forward by Alma. It appears as a large, curved blade levitating in the air. It is very quick, but surprisingly blunt; used to batter and interrupt foes. Given its near autonomous method of movement, despite that it can be directed by Alma, the Gentle Blade usually stays a fair distance ahead of her; seeking potential threats. If Alma is pressured, the Gentle Blade will attempt to intervene. The Gentle Blade can be detonated, if it has suffered sufficient damage; shattering into a spray of shrapnel covering a small circle around it. Once the Gentle Blade has been destroyed, Alma must wait three hours to re-conjure it.

-High: Lambent Buckshot Alma’s hands begin to glow, channeling the power of High Magic. Silver-white orbs, tiny and numerous, fly forth from her palms. While considerably dangerous, given the amount of projectiles, the spread of these orbs is unpredictable; they tend to harmlessly disperse if they do not hit a sufficiently squishy target. Those that are hit by a few of the pellets will suffer a concussive force (similar to rock salt being fired from a shotgun) intended to throw them off balance and cause a fair amount of pain. This is taxing for Alma, and a spell used rarely; given the time it takes to prepare and the uncanny drain it forces on her focus. Once used, there is a cooldown period of thirty minutes, but even then there are high risks involved. Usually Alma will use this in a situation where she is outnumbered.

-Change: What Lies Beneath When threatened, or pinned, Alma will use what she considers a ‘last resort’. She changes herself, much as she does with stone and concrete. Her flesh becomes sinister and poisonous, composed of segmented creatures that resemble grotesquely thick black-and-red centipedes. These growths are poisonous and can do nothing but bite those close enough. They rise from her, exposing the tender innards beneath. None of the centipedes can leave her body, attached as they are; but given their length, they can still pose a fair threat to those who get too close. If one of them is destroyed, or sufficiently damaged, Alma’s skin will return to normal; leaving her in a state of anguish.