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Megatron,
Fish of Oblivion
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Destroying Casuals.
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Taking more naps anyways.
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@corrosive
You didn't answer the question :/
I don't think corrosive was asked a question.
I'll be working on the completed thread sometime soon.
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Will it take place in Vancouver or else where
It will not take place in Vancouver. I'm thinking it'll probably be a fictional town in B.C., but this is mostly so I don't have to be constricted by geography and such.
What kind of situation were you thinking? Is it like just a scenario that you chose after the characters have been created and then we go through that?
The "Scenario" so to speak is already pretty much thought through. All that needs doing now is putting it into action and grabbing players.
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If you have any basic questions about the roleplay, you can feel free to ask them now.
I have been pretty vague and lazy up until now, after all.
I have been pretty vague and lazy up until now, after all.
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I like this idea, got me eye on you
Likewise.
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Hello.
I am here today to present my idea for a roleplay with its roots in Horror, which would take place in Modern Day and feature a small cast of ordinary characters suddenly thrust into a terrifying, and almost inevitably lethal, situation.
That's it.
There will be mysteries. Solve them.
If you fail, you'll die. Don't.
Are you interested? Post.
Why did I open up this roleplay with a picture of an alleyway in Vancouver?
B e c a u s e .
Archer
Smirking confidently, the red-clad Servant simply shrugs at her Master's foolish observations. "If I look this way, it is as a result of my Master's tastes, and nothing else. The Holy Grail summons only the most compatible Servants, after all."
With this last comment, however, Archer's face grows slightly disappointed. She sighs, and regards her Master with a straight expression, staring her in the eyes to emphasize the seriousness of her words.
"I assure you, despite my appearance, that I am the genuine article. You should be able to sense this much through our link. If you are not satisfied, so be it. I, your Archer-class Servant, will win this war in your name."
With, or without you.
And, with this, Archer seemed to be finished with what she had to say. She simply watches on with a calculative, unreadable expression, waiting for her Master's response. Evidently, she was not all that interested in addressing the others in the room, although she did take note of them.
The Church, she comments to herself dryly. It seems my Master this time around comes with a few Masters of her own.
Smirking confidently, the red-clad Servant simply shrugs at her Master's foolish observations. "If I look this way, it is as a result of my Master's tastes, and nothing else. The Holy Grail summons only the most compatible Servants, after all."
With this last comment, however, Archer's face grows slightly disappointed. She sighs, and regards her Master with a straight expression, staring her in the eyes to emphasize the seriousness of her words.
"I assure you, despite my appearance, that I am the genuine article. You should be able to sense this much through our link. If you are not satisfied, so be it. I, your Archer-class Servant, will win this war in your name."
With, or without you.
And, with this, Archer seemed to be finished with what she had to say. She simply watches on with a calculative, unreadable expression, waiting for her Master's response. Evidently, she was not all that interested in addressing the others in the room, although she did take note of them.
The Church, she comments to herself dryly. It seems my Master this time around comes with a few Masters of her own.
Plain Doll
Abandoned Apartment, Downtown
Cold, winter days. And a thoroughly pleased doll.
With a subtle, curious expression, Plain tilts her head and looks over her newly summoned companion. Inherently, she understands his status as a familiar of hers, and that it was her duty to respond to his greeting gracefully, beautifully and carefully. And so, the Master politely curtsies their Servant.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, brave warrior. I, Plain, am indeed your Master and the one who has summoned you..." But with this, she trails off, seemingly losing her train of thought. She ponders for a few moments, before clapping her hands in a rather cute signal of realization.
"I must ask, before we move on to establishing our contract. What manner of Hero are you? And what shall you be called?"
Her tone is very curious, and comically serious as she asks what were evidently a series of very ordinary questions. However, to the dear, discarded doll, who had hardly seen anything besides the inside of her bedroom for most of her life, even these mundane questions seemed to be a boundless adventure.
This was, in fact, the third time she had truly interacted with a human being. Given, this one was an incredibly powerful superhuman spirit formed from the soul of one of history's mightiest heroes, but it certainly still counted as a human, no? Even if his body was not that of an ordinary human's, as long as his soul was human, that meant that he was undoubtedly human too.
This, Plain was sure of.
Abandoned Apartment, Downtown
Cold, winter days. And a thoroughly pleased doll.
With a subtle, curious expression, Plain tilts her head and looks over her newly summoned companion. Inherently, she understands his status as a familiar of hers, and that it was her duty to respond to his greeting gracefully, beautifully and carefully. And so, the Master politely curtsies their Servant.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, brave warrior. I, Plain, am indeed your Master and the one who has summoned you..." But with this, she trails off, seemingly losing her train of thought. She ponders for a few moments, before clapping her hands in a rather cute signal of realization.
"I must ask, before we move on to establishing our contract. What manner of Hero are you? And what shall you be called?"
Her tone is very curious, and comically serious as she asks what were evidently a series of very ordinary questions. However, to the dear, discarded doll, who had hardly seen anything besides the inside of her bedroom for most of her life, even these mundane questions seemed to be a boundless adventure.
This was, in fact, the third time she had truly interacted with a human being. Given, this one was an incredibly powerful superhuman spirit formed from the soul of one of history's mightiest heroes, but it certainly still counted as a human, no? Even if his body was not that of an ordinary human's, as long as his soul was human, that meant that he was undoubtedly human too.
This, Plain was sure of.
Plain Doll
Abandoned Apartment, Downtown
The cold, winter air blows across the lonesome city of Chernyy Ushchel'ye.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the Masters, the strongest Master of the Holy Grail War finalizes her preparations.
Silently, and diligently, Plain paces around the now completed Magic Circle, comparing it with the one that was embedded in her memories. She understands instantly that her job was complete, and lifts her hand tentatively into the dim light of her lair. She could feel something, like a subtle, tingling sensation coming from the red markings placed on the back of her hand.
It was time.
She chants, as if guided by some invisible force, clearly and purposefully reciting the incantation clawing itself out of the deep recesses of her mind.
Her voice, which had seemed to posses such power during the chant, falters when she is momentarily blinded by surging winds and light. She brings her hand to her mouth, covering it so that she would not have to taste the dust rising from the seldom disturbed floor of her shelter.
And, when the light fades, and the clouds of dust settle, he is revealed-
Her Servant.
Abandoned Apartment, Downtown
The cold, winter air blows across the lonesome city of Chernyy Ushchel'ye.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the Masters, the strongest Master of the Holy Grail War finalizes her preparations.
Silently, and diligently, Plain paces around the now completed Magic Circle, comparing it with the one that was embedded in her memories. She understands instantly that her job was complete, and lifts her hand tentatively into the dim light of her lair. She could feel something, like a subtle, tingling sensation coming from the red markings placed on the back of her hand.
It was time.
She chants, as if guided by some invisible force, clearly and purposefully reciting the incantation clawing itself out of the deep recesses of her mind.
Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!
Her voice, which had seemed to posses such power during the chant, falters when she is momentarily blinded by surging winds and light. She brings her hand to her mouth, covering it so that she would not have to taste the dust rising from the seldom disturbed floor of her shelter.
And, when the light fades, and the clouds of dust settle, he is revealed-
Her Servant.
An endless expanse, littered with discarded weapons.
A battlefield where only one person has ever stood.
The air she breathes is filled with flames and smoke.
But somehow, they don't find this world that unpleasant.
Because...
"... I am the bone of my sword-"
A battlefield where only one person has ever stood.
The air she breathes is filled with flames and smoke.
But somehow, they don't find this world that unpleasant.
Because...
"... I am the bone of my sword-"
"Ha~aa."
A small figure seems to appear from thin air, visible for just an instant before the entire room is consumed by the explosion of light, sound and dust that followed their arrival. Swirling smoke and surging power combine, forming a maelstrom around a single point in the room, obscuring it from view.
It was at this point that the being known as a "Heroic Spirit" manifested. The constraints of the Grail System were put in place, as the Heroic Spirit EMIYA was shoved into the most suitable of the pre-prepared "Classes". A copy of the fake hero, who would someday dedicate their life to the world and become a Hero of Justice, was written into the world.
...
The storm calms, and all that is left is an anomaly. A fake of a fake, a copy of a copy that was manifested under false pretenses, for the sake of acting in some grand, fake charade. And, even amongst all of these falsities, the individual standing before the Executors of the church was even more false.
Because the individual standing before them was a little girl.
She sighs, and opens her eyes to take in the environment she was summoned into. Countless intersecting observations and analyses fill her mind to the brim, as she turns to face the individual who was evidently her summoner, one eye closed in a playful manner.
"I take it you are the one who has summoned me, little girl?"
And so, the Archer-Class Servant of the most recent Holy Grail War made their first move.
Which was to tease her master in front of her peers.
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