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Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D

In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.

Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?

I can't do anything more than that.

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@Light It really doesn't matter to me how long anyone's post is, when it comes to dialogue. I trust any of you can write filler and pad out unecessarily with descriptions and articles if you really wanted. But I don't see any point in that for such a thing, in the case of interaction. Just write what is necessary. I'm a firm believer of showing instead of telling. :^D
Haha, don't sweat it! I'm not trying to rush anybody to push out posts. As always, take your time, everyone! I just want to make that rule clear, so people don't wait around thinking they can't post or anything.

I'd rather have small returns and stuff instead of everyone piling onto one event, then the last guy goes, "Ah shit, I gotta include a reply to everyone in my post." Most of the time, that's me. XD
You guys don't have to wait for everyone to post until you respond to each other, the roleplay order is loose unless I specify it. Just don't go too ham, is all I ask. :^D
I didn't post here in a while due to how busy it got over the past month due holidays and since I diverted most of my attention to your RP, not wanting to distract you from it. I was also occupied with mine. Just wanted to state my reason for not posting for so long. It's not because I've lost interest. I am still very enthusiastic about this Tale. :^D

Mikhael snarled upon being revealed of their folly. Another foul creature looking to fill their stomach, nothing new there. What had went wrong thought? He wasn't the most knowledgeable about the arcane, so it made sense he would overlook something perhaps obvious that signaled the works of magic. But how was it capable of fooling Ezekiel? Did it possess some mastery none of them knew anything about? One really can't predict what may take life in these damned lands, can they? And what was that last comment the rogue mage made? It held very little context. Which leads him to believe it might have been a comment to itself. But he didn't have any time to contemplate any further. When Ezekiel made note of the reappeared apparition, Mikhael immediately moved to his side, raising the dagger overhead and slicing again at the living-smoke.

"If you can see it, that'll make this easier..." he muttered, "Try to trace the source of this spell... I'll distract it as much as I can."

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@Heap241 I'm happy to hear the enthusiasm, I just hope I can deliver on my own part! D^:
Seems like a good option. LOL. I'll probably wait a day or two before I post again to make sure everyone gets a chance to respond. Even if not, there are always chances to jump in later.

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"Dear slumbering child, without home, without memory... Do you hear my voice? You must still remember the covenant we forged so long ago, do you not...? Regardless, you must rise now. It is time for you to reclaim what once belonged to us, now lost and forgotten..."

This soft voice echoed in the darkness, whispering sweetly, as though trying to coerce and sooth something that was afraid. Shortly after, a row of pale lights blinked on, each one belonging to a capsule built into the walls and floor. The faint glares revealed very little, but enough to outline the metal atrium that surrounded and protected the hundreds of people. The life laying dormant in the these marked containers began to stir, finally hearing their fateful calling. It was subtle and slow at first, a twitch behind close eyes or weak clench, as those within worked to overcome the numbness that rapidly bled away, their heart pumping fresh blood through their bodies once more. Who knows how long it has been since they were last awake? This was one of hundreds of such places, these 'Cradles', where the passengers were meant to bide the uneventful years, kept under the watchful eyes of the Caretaker. The controls and dials before these devices might seem foreign, but a deep instinct would direct their hands in freeing themselves from within. All that was needed really, was just a simple push against the hatch.

A low hiss soon sounded as the first were released, the compressed air rushing around them as greeting back to life.

@Heap241@Mag Lev@Cyrania@Light@AspenIvan@knighthawk@ravenDivinity

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One such chamber stuttered open, a frail and short figure leaned forward in his seat. It appeared to be a little boy of sorts, his pale brown eyes staring out from underneath wavy bangs in confusion. As he took his first breath, he coughed, cuffing his mouth in surprise. The air smelled faintly of something he thought he knew, sweet and smooth, the unmistakable fragrant of a flower. Before he can get another whiff, wanting more of the bliss it allowed him, the scent had already withered. He was left alone with his emptiness again, staring out at the terrifying darkness. His mind raced for some kind of answer. But he could only grasp at wispy details hidden in the obscure grayness of his thoughts. What was his own name again? Yes, Daresso. He was fourteen years of age, born on the fourth day on the fourth month. And... there was another name too. No, not like those of the Perennial Staff, those he remembered clearly, like the Caretaker and the Grand Artisan... but of someone living. 'Alexander' -- But what did that have to do with him? It felt so important, but he didn't know why. That lingering question bothered him greatly.

Others were stirring too, but he stayed in his seat, unsure whether to move or wait.

He noticed out in the darkness of this room, other such devices already opened. They seemed undisturbed for quite some time. Others didn't stir at all, the inhabitants behind the dark glass laying still, as though they were meant to continue their hibernation. Daresso didn't remember much of himself, but he can recall vividly the ceremony before they all went to sleep. It was a bittersweet day. The speech was still fresh in his mind, of their 'waking destiny'. They were going to leave this sunlit haven and go back. To... The place below. But weren't they supposed to wake up together? Why had others awoken long before him, and others who were not roused?

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Yeah, I'll be working on the intro post sometime soon, at the very least it will be up today. :^D - @ravenDivinity
I only realized how stupid my joke was when I posted it. But I'm glad you played along. XD
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