VarionusNW

Children of The Abyss (Name still WIP)

You've certainly got a lot of interest here, so I thought why not give you even more interest? Yes. Here, have my interest.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

The hands of fate were unrelenting in their cruelty. Allison's feet were ripped from underneath her in a sudden, choking flood. Every inch of her body suddenly pierced with a seemingly impossible chill. Any attempts to scream filled her lungs with water, and any struggle threatened to rip her limbs off into the surge. The ungodly, powerless feeling lasted for a few moments, only stopped by the wall of the lighthouse. The unmistakable crack of bones reached Allison's ears, nearly lost within the rush of water.

The tide passed, leaving Allison's body to slump to the flood-soaked ground. If the rain was still falling, the aberration was not aware of it. Everything felt numbed, her brain focusing what remained of it's energy on trying to breath. She violently coughed up water before choking down the rain-soaked air. Every ragged breath was strained and painful, but she had no other option.

Allison's hands began to robotically probe for injuries, despite her knowing exactly what had broken already. The sharp pain that ripped through her otherwise-numb chest was a dead giveaway. She needed to get that dealt with quickly. She couldn't go through with her plan with a broken rib.

The plan. Why was she still focused on it? It was pointless now. Allison had no knowledge of the others, but if anyone else got as badly caught in the flood as she had, there was no way they were going to get up any time soon. Of course, Allison had gotten her hopes up, thinking that she'd have a chance to save Angel, and it had resulted in her nearly dying. At least this time it wasn't a direct result of the plan.

Allison's ears filled with the sound of her own painful breathing mixed with the fall of rain. She tuned the noise out again. She need to focus on staying alive, breathing. Her eyes strained to see even the rain in front them, but she kept them searching. She needed help. Yelling wasn't an option, and it likely wouldn't reach anyone anyway. If only she had the strength to move. She just needed to get inside the lighthouse...

There. Allison's eyes fell on two figures. They weren't far, maybe. Only the fully cognizant could afford a luxury such as depth perception. The delirious girl could easily make out an injured Zoe, and what seemed to be Kusari, though there was something odd about the scene. What was Zoe doing? The realization clicked instantly. Zoe was just doing what she does best.

For a moment, Allison considered whether it was better to have murderous tendencies or be entirely useless, but she was able to force herself to focus long enough to know what she had to do. There was no way she was just going to let Kusari be turned into a pile of rot. Whether or not Zoe could kill her wasn't important, all that mattered was that it was happening, and Allison was capable of stopping it. Was she within range? Probably, it seemed like it, maybe. Pain radiated out from Allison's chest. How much worse was Kusari's pain? Allison needed to end it now. There was no doubt that it would throw her into unconsciousness, but maybe that was better than feeling the throbbing pain. Maybe being unconscious would be better than knowing that Angel was as good as dead.

The shard appeared above where Allison's hand carelessly fell upon her leg, a depressing needle of destruction that seemed shamefully unfit for the purpuse it yearned for. It silently flew to it's target.

Everything faded into a deep, unending blackness.

Memorium - Will

"...And what are you? A fucking coward, that's what. You act as if life is stacked unfairly against you, but what have you done to counteract it? Every single problem that comes your way, you break down. Every death destroys you, but you've done nothing to prevent them, and don't fucking tell me you have. You aren't powerless. You never fucking were. You lied to everyone, and look where that got us! How much suffering could have been prevented, huh? When she was surrounded, you could have done something. Don't tell me that girl and her brother are still alive, they're as good as dead. I don't want to hear the stories of how you nearly saved someone from being killed, but it got out of hand. What's the body count? Ten? Fifteen? Oh, do we get to count ourselves as victims of your crimes, too? We're all fucked because of you!"

"I-I...I'm sorry..."

"No, no you fucking aren't. I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, anyway. This wasn't my project. I wasn't the one who you fucked over, not directly at least... too bad she's not around to put up with your shit anymore. Have a nice life Allison. I hope you and fuckface can live with yourselves." The door slammed shut, dooming them all to their fates.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Allison Revel

Allison was hit by a freight train as the shadow monster died, the creature being replaced by something undoubtedly human, though even that didn't last long as an axe cut the poor thing in half. The brunette crumpled to the ground just as what became of the monster did, though thankfully much more alive.

Everything slowed down, there was only heavy rain and strained breaths as Allison found herself in that familiar, useless state. Everyone else fought to their last breath, and here she was, on the ground after one action. Weak. Others fought to survive, and Allison panicked, worried about just being useful. Pathetic. She needed to get off the ground, but simply found herself breathing harder, the needles of cold rain threatening to pierce her skin. Useless.

'What are you doing?' Some part of her asked that question, and her own lack of an answer was simultaneously telling and excrutiating. If she was crying, the rain masked it well enough that even she couldn't tell. 'What are you doing?' She didn't exactly know. She was lying on the ground as everything fell apart, or at least things seemed to be falling apart what with sand joining the pouring rain in stabbing at her flesh. What was she supposed to be doing? Angel was missing, the enemy was stealing their means of escape, and none of it really made any sense. Allison wasn't exactly good at making sense of things, though she seemed fairly good at rushing head first into things that could destroy her.

Ernie's voice came through Allison's cuff, and she was sure she caught the gist of it at least. Something about retreating to the tunnels. Giving up, effectively. It annoyed the girl who had seemingly resigned herself to the ground. Her mind wandered in protest, looking for any alternative to grasp onto, even if it was for such a desperately selfish reason as to sate her own stigma. Angel flashed in her mind again, though arguably it never stopped, just with a different meaning to the word this time. Angel wasn't dead, that Allison was sure of. What if the enemy had taken Angel? It was something that had crossed her mind before, but now she was desperate enough to believe it. They had retreated to and stolen the ferry. Getting off the island was more important than crippling Zhang's home and captive weapons. Why? They must already have what they wanted. Why would that be Angel? Allison had no clue, but it had to be true, and if it was, she had to do something about it. There was only one thing for Allison to do, rush head first into something that could destroy her.

She rose from the ground with a newfound vigor, and told her cuff to transmit as she turned away from the biting sand.

"They have Angel," she stopped herself, knowing that making a definite claim would be foolish, more so than she was already being. "At least... I think they do. Anyway, I have a plan." It was the most reckless thing she could think of in that moment, with icy rain and harsh sand beating against her, fitting but ultimately terrible. "Though, it could easily kill Angel if they do have her, so if anyone has a better plan, share it." Allison's voice shared the urgent words in a manner that surprised even her with how monotone and empty they sounded. 'What are you doing?' the words echoed in her head again. "Otherwise, Chris, I'll need you to land near the lighthouse. Prepare for takeoff immediately. Zoe and Kusari, you'll need to be ready to jump on immediately." She felt insane, commanding her classmates around for her selfish, suicidal rescue mission. Well, maybe she was insane. At least she wasn't crying on the ground while sand and rain ripped at her skin and clothing. "End transmission." Somehow still standing in the impossible conditions, Allison forced herself towards the lighthouse.

Gib me womyn or gib me death

@VarionusNW That was best summed up in the early pages of this discussion here (my response is on page 3). The short version is that if someone is going to be gender-restrictive in their posts, satirical or otherwise, then I am going to judge them as an asshole and that's the end of it.

@Sierra

I don't completely disagree with you, but I believe the agitated nature of your response to such people is kind of ridiculous. I can understand silently judging such people as assholes, but to come into a thread to state "I don't like this one thing you do that doesn't effect me personally" does make you come off as a teensy bit of an asshole yourself. If you disagree with something, you're free to disagree with it, but something like someone being gender-restrictive with 1x1s isn't going to affect you directly. Let people do their own thing. I don't think gender-restricting the people you RP with is necessary, but I can at least understand why someone might want to do that, and I respect their personal choice even if I find it unreasonable. They aren't bothering me directly, so I have no reason to call them out.

edit: and I find being angry at satire that ultimately agrees with your opinion is rather odd.

Gib me womyn or gib me death

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this is racism

somebody ban this racist bigot

@Grimhildr

This is a safe space for car on car 1x1 wanting individuals. To say such things in this place is itself bigotry.

For what you did wrong, refer to the first post on this, the third page.

Gib me womyn or gib me death

@Grimhildr Based on the sum total of content you've posted in the past few hours, I have determined you have absolutely nothing to say of any value to me. Please do not @mention me again. Thank you.

@Sierra

Wonderful. Would you mind clarifying what your exact problem with the thread is?

And Wade, stop. Don't get yourself banned again already.

Gib me womyn or gib me death

No Justice, No Peace

@The Nexerus

Protest time, then? I'll bring the glass jars full of nails. Wear your finest all black clothing and masks.

Gib me womyn or gib me death

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i missed you, you beautiful bastard.

@Grimhildr

I'm always there when RPG needs me, you bigot.

Gib me womyn or gib me death

It's a shame when a quality thread is ruined by bigots attempting to derail one individual's quest to fulfill their dreams through 1x1. I, for one, welcome our new car on car secksual RP overlords. If you want to stop such fucking beuaty, get out. The people of RPG should not tolerate intolerance. There is no room for people who disagree with someone making a thread out of something they love.

Nyte, know that you are never not welcome here, even if there are those who make the choice to speak against your self expression. Your bravery to persist against such adversity has inspired me to create the first All as one 1x1, or the 1x1x1x1x1... etc. An RP for a collective of good people to interact as a collective of good people, rather than disjointed people ignoring each others issues. We must come together, and I think the All as one 1x1 will be a great way to do this. I'll make a thread once I recover from the emotional turmoil the bigots who invaded this thread have put me through.

#JusticeForNyte #PrayForToyotaxSubaru #AllForOne1x1 #All1x1sMatter #Woke #SafeSpace

NaNoWriMo Discussion

Getting ready to start writing for day 2. Seems the universe doesn't want me to finish NaNo, though. Hurt my wrist yesterday, i'm suddenly sick, and I generally feel sluggish. I'm just waiting for my computer to blow up.