Tokki

Hello

Hey there and welcome to the guild :) Good luck working on your game!! Trial and error is the way to go.

Hi, I'm new here!

Hey Minnow! Welcome to the guild. :)

As far as I know, there are many roleplays that do support situations or even plots that depend on opposing factions and warring. It is quite common here, ranging from urban to even medieval-esque settings. :P Needless to say, it's a widely-accepted plot drive. You'll definitely have no problem with that.

If that didn't answer your question, I'm sorry- I tried. /whiteflag

Nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy your stay here!

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Where is everyone

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

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Ah yes... the waitress might feel wrong to folks after that.

(what better way to eat the diner staff than pose as the newly eaten waitress?)

@ArenaSnow

So long as she's not the one to take our orders, I'm down! that'd be interesting, though...

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

Lunch at the diner is coming right up >:)

@ArenaSnow

will be keeping an eye on that waitress after she comes back out...

@Phloem

Done! So sorry for the delay, I was mildly pre-occupied and had trouble thinking of what Dom could say about the tablet. XDD It's quite short so bear with me, but I couldn't go very far without a response to his suggestion first :))

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

Dominique

"Yeah... wait, that dude's a levvie? Oh shit, so that's what the weird reek meant..." Dom buried his face in his hands, chuckling at his own incompetence. His eyes stayed on the ancient creature, stare intensifying as he watched the leviathan follow the waitress to the back. "Looks like shit's about to go down. Or eaten. Good thing it's not us." he snorted.

Dom sat up properly in his seat, pried his eyes away from the unfortunate girl, then leaned in towards the older demon. "So, word on the street is, there's this relic- 'Demon Tablet', to be precise." he said in a hushed tone. "Some oddball brought it up to me during one of our hunts and never have I ever been so eager to hear more about priceless knick-knacks. It's just not me, y'know? But anyway, dude said that all our information was engraved on that damn chunk of rock. Some 'Word of God' bullshit." emphasizing 'bullshit', Dom scoffed. "I don't ever wanna mess with that guy, daddy Lucy said it won't be any good for us. However, I think we have to. Now, the big deal is that if it were to land in, let's say a hunter's hands, that would mean the eradication of hundreds of us a day... aaand this is where we come in. It may sound like a long shot, but hey, almost everyone in Hell knows about it. So if we can't locate it anywhere, maybe at least someone else can. So what do you think? Why don't we contribute some elbow grease to the search? Imagine the feeling of having the right to brag about saving our kind! Oh and, actually saving our kind." he suggested enthusiastically. To be fair, he wasn't even sure if Paimon had heard most of it after having started the speech without ordering anything off the menu first.

Guardian (An Original Fantasy Roleplay)

After what seemed like an hour, the sandstorm had died down with Almira half-buried in place. Due to the unstable condition of the dunes surrounding her, she was unable to move, save that she risk her body being swallowed by the landscape. A mild disability was better than a permanent one. Precariously, she struggled to squirm out of the hole, clawing in handfuls of sand from the surface but to no avail. The next thing she knew, the young girl found herself being pushed out of the sand from beneath. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as the gigantic reptile mewled happily, finally reunited with his rider. "Where were you! I was so worried... what's that?" she redirected her eyes to the bundle of herbs Ahmir held in-between his jaws. A million fireworks went off in her head at that moment. "Rosemary!"

The two continued on their travel to the edge of the desert, only stopping for succulent plants and anything that could substitute for edibles.

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

@DashingHeights

So what's our next step? Are we supposed to somehow mingle and track the prophet or will she be making her grand appearance soon? :)

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

@Phloem Gots iiiiit. Dom will be waiting for ya :P Becareful tho! changed some bits. Diner = Taco bell

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And for the rest of you demon-thirsty entities out there, please do wait until Paimon arrives to pounce on them at the diner :) XD

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

Dominique

"Alright! Alright. Taco Bell it is." he let out an audible, distressed sigh as he slipped the phone back into his jacket. Breathing in the freshness of the mountain air, he decided what was to be done next. The roads were bare that night, with the occasional loading truck making its rounds around the area. Perfect to slip away unnoticed. Although, the demon was still conflicted as to where he was meant to go in order to find the nearest Taco Bell, so he waited. An idea began to unravel once he noticed a distant light inching closer to where he stood.

On the side of the road, he paced back and forth until the truck came by at an alarming speed. Dom paid no attention to its acceleration and proceeded to step in front of the truck's route with arms held high.

"HEY!" with a fraction of time to react, the driver had only managed to slam the breaks once the vehicle fully collided with the demon. He was convinced he broke the young man, but Dom planted his feet firmly into the ground, allowing the truck to skid along with the demon for a single second. The brunette swung around the corner, climbed onto the footstep of the truck and popped his head into the window, greeted by a jarred driver with a rosary clutched tightly in both hands. The man's entire frame shook, as Dom laughed at the expression on his face. "H-how are you--"

"Oh, well... fit, able-bodied young men like me can do wonders." he snorted. He gave the plump driver a once-over with a slight smirk, "...but I'm sure you wouldn't understand."

"Excuse m-m--"

With a rough jerk, the driver had his throat gripped tight by the unscathed demon within a fraction of a second. "Tell me where the closest Taco Bell is. If you hurry, I'll leave you in one piece for your family." The bearded man's eyes darted across and back as he struggled to breathe and get the words out. With a glance to his side and a fleeting breath, he finally stuck an arm out, pointing right ahead to indicate the location of the demon's destination. Dom allowed the darkness of his nature to cloud his eyes, revealing to the middle-aged man who his assailant was. This delighted him, as he knew this would be the driver's last image. A quick swipe sounded in the air, as an array of dark crimson spurted from the man's severed jugular which stained the dashboard and windows. An expression of agony flashed across the man's face, pleading eyes locked with Dom's own pitch-dark pair. "I only said I'd leave you in one piece." Dom whispered whilst the life left the driver's eyes.

This was his queue to make a break for it. Starting off with a jog, followed by a full-on sprint, Dom was happy with how productive that night turned out to be. Normally he would have had more time with the driver, but he figured he could have easily done the same thing some other night. Besides, he had a plan to unfurl with his buddy, so once that's done, mass killings would be a total breeze for him and the rest of the demon population. The moon shone its light high in the sky, which relieved him, knowing he still had enough time to make it before sunrise.

Dominique reached the tiny town, or rather, a mass of shacks and a couple of shabby restaurants within the next minute. He switched back to his meatsuit's original eye color and scouted the area for the Mexican joint. A glint of pink and purple just around the corner had him hyped, but not for the food of course. He casually crossed the intersection before he noticed two men flashing from one point to another within the blink of an eye. The demon's eyes widened as he quickened his pace. The young man stepped into the restaurant and noticed the presence of more than one paranormal entities in the area. Four, to be exact. Inwardly cursing at Paimon's favorite restaurant, he took a seat right next to the door and scanned the room to follow the unfamiliar scent. Dom realized there was another demon present, a lady to be sure. Two strangers approached her, and Dom wasn't sure whether they were hostile or not. Another 'man' had just taken a seat across the diner, from where Dominique sat. The smell emanating from him started to grow familiar as his dread rose. Regardless, he waited in silence to watch the events unfold as he impatiently waited for his friend, and anxiously hoped that the 'miracle-workers' outside didn't notice him.