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back! though sick... will be getting back to writing next week
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SPIRITUM /
Symphony on High /
Planescape: Search for Tir na Og / ✓
Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach / ✓

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In Symphony on High → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




The Dumpster Lizard did not, in fact, run away this time.

No, he intended to fly.

As if hearing Ciri's dismissive thoughts, the dude's entire body started to expand and stretch, until the tuxedo-wearing shithead was entirely replaced by an actual fucking dragon.

Sure, Ciri had heard he could turn into one during the mission briefing, but actually witnessing it in person, especially after seeing what a pissbaby he'd been, was... cathartic. Maybe there was a point to all this shit, after all.

But only if she got his ass out alive.

"I have a fucking name!" Ciri shouted with exhausted frustration, with no intention of actually giving her name to the dragon, and no time to do so either; as her partner whisked her up next to the girl and Ciri's gaze readjusted to the diner, she saw movement. And it wasn't her shadows.

It was the fucking Knight of No Tomorrows, in the flesh. Flesh that hadn't even been scratched. What were her shadow creatures doing? Ugh, good help was so difficult to find these d—

The GEMINI bitch pointed her wand at them, and Ciri's frustration gave way to vigilance. It was no secret what her intentions were. Ciri could see, could hear the magic gathering around the tip. And the bitch wasn't looking at her.

Ciri hurriedly reached for the grieving girl's wrist. She didn't have much left in her; in her anger, she'd expended most of her mana in an attempt to prevent this kind of shit from happening in the first place. But she could still do one thing. The girl would just have to fucking let her, because she didn't have the power left to pierce her defenses by force.

"Trust me," and then, for the first time in her life: "Please."

Two seconds. As the beam fired. That should be enough.

She squeezed the girl's wrist, hard, nails digging into skin, until hopefully, her hand — along with the attack coming their way — would just pass right through the intangible Amanda. A temporary ghost, so she would not permanently turn into one; a shadow, beyond any light's reach.

Rip to whatever was behind all of them, though.
In Planescape: Search for Tir na Og → 8 mos ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
I've never actually posted in the OOC here, oops! But heyo everyone, I'm the dumbass that's been meaning to post for ages, hoping to do it soon once I'm back from a con.
In Bleach: Rise Of The New Generation → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Just want to confirm that I'm still interested, just waiting for the full OOC and next week, with more time on my hands to whip up a sheet. Got a few ideas, but also need to decide between them.
In Bleach: Rise Of The New Generation → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
A'ight, this is promising, I'm in

Edit: as for having two different threads for main story vs freetime, that's a new take on things, but I'd be down to try it. Potentially an unpopular opinion, but I tend to prefer posting back and forth in a thread rather than doing collabs off-site, and a separate thread sounds like it would facilitate that better.
In Bleach: Anime RP → 8 mos ago Forum: General Interest Checks
Never finished Bleach, but the first few arcs were practically my childhood, so potentially interested. Would depend on how much knowledge of the latter seasons (and the lore they brought) is needed. I know there's like 1000000 different organizations and groups and whatnot eventually and like... brah.
In Symphony on High → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




Ciri watched the interaction between the crying girl and the GEMINI agent carefully, tensing up and gripping her gun every time the latter made any sudden moves. It was only once the girl looked towards her — whether she actually saw her hiding in the shadows or not — and headed for the door that Ciri let herself relax a little. Thank fucking god, at least the girl'd believed her. For whatever reason, the Esper that had been bothering her wasn't giving chase, either. Maybe she hoped the girl would lead GEMINI to another monster hideout so they could murder everyone there, too.

Even the Simp Knight stepped away, his loud, obnoxious voice nearly shattering Ciri's eardrums despite the distance between them. Magical Dream Princess must've been deaf.

The dragon man turned and spotted her, startled but not immediately dashing off. The girl was making her way out, slow and unsteady. She was the only thing moving, the world around her nothing but a still frame. Everything was quiet, suspended into a collective held breath. No one was making a move to attack.

But they would. GEMINI always would. This time, she'd be faster.

And so, Ciri broke the lull.

Behind the two GEMINI agents, the shadows stirred — and then, two creatures burst out of them, each twisted into the general shape of Dante as Ciri remembered him; just without his colours, details or fervor. One of them was fueled by magic as it tried to wrap its shadowy arms around The Knight of Murder to restrain her — and hold on tight, tight, bone-crushingly so. Meanwhile, the other was trying to get in position and launch itself at the blue-haired girl, trying to restrain her through more mundane means.

Ciri didn't know how good the Espers' defenses were, didn't know if they'd actually suffer from broken bones or whatever. But they sure as hell would be hindered, she hoped, needing to focus on the things trying to grapple and crush them rather than the fleeing girl.

That's all she needed.

She hoped that seeing her act, It, attuned to her whims as it was, would know to deal with the knight in turn. Knock him on his ass or distract him or whatever, just get him away so that, in the chaos, Ciri could run towards the girl (who was slow as molasses, holy shit) and shout: "Look, the old man's trying to give you a fucking chance here, stop dragging those goddamn feet and run!" into the girl's mind, she added: "Can't avenge him if you're dead."

If the girl and Ciri did manage to get close enough for it, she'd try to grab her arm and pull her along, back into the alleys, out of sight, into safety.

"And you!" she pointed at the dragon — who'd yet to do anything particularly dragon-like and was honestly pretty much just a cowardly lizard. Why did the Maverick want him again, anyway? "If you don't want to be cut down by those GEMINI psychos, you'd better get that ass moving, now."

If he still opted to run away from her and not with her, then you know what? Fuck him. Everyone else around was a clear danger to him, and if he didn't have enough self-preservation to make the right choice now, he wouldn't make it far as a Maverick. Let him just run wherever then.
In Symphony on High → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



The more of the scene Ciri took in, the less sense anything made. From the pile of actual fucking corpses by the diner's door to the wannabe princess that seemed to have been sleeping throughout whatever the fuck had went on, to... her blood-soaked and obnoxiously loud bodyguard slash boyfriend. Who, by the way, looked like he was ready to come at her any minute now.

For his own sake, he'd better fucking not. Ciri was not in the mood. And neither was It, it seemed; the monster circled between Ciri and the knight, just in case the latter turned out to be as insane as he seemed.

Meanwhile, the... Magical Dream Princess, who couldn't have come up with a lamer name if she'd tried, had stood up and started to skip off. Ciri nudged her head after the girl. "Eyes on the price, Tinface. Looks like Magical Whatever's about to dump your rusty ass."

It was then, as Ciri followed the girl's insane frolicking into the building, that Ciri realized it wasn't just some old-ass drinking hole. It was Dante's place, a famous monster hangout. And there were people inside. People who sure as shit didn't look like civilians, let alone monsters. Ciri's eyes narrowed at their getups, at the insignia on one of their uniforms, at the blood and ash stains. Seeing The Knight of Shooting People in the Face in the flesh was the final confirmation she needed. These were GEMINI bitches.

The anger Ciri had felt towards... well, practically everyone she'd met today already found its next target. What the fuck was GEMINI doing here? No, actually, scrap that question. She already knew; the psychos were here on a murder mission, and judging by the destruction, it looked like it'd been a resounding success.

”Boteg you old dog!”

The Maverick's gaze snapped towards what appeared to be a human dude in a cowboy getup, sitting in one of the corners of the smoldering diner. He was accompanied by a tree-animal chick and some weirdo in a robe. Great, her quarry had friends. How cute. Didn't change the fact that she was here to recruit him, and she would do it by force if she had to. Today had taught her time and again that diplomacy did not fucking pay off.

And yet, as she was about to snap a Restrain melody around the dragonman, she couldn't help but trail his gaze inside the diner, to a really weird and awkward scene. A crying teenage girl was holding onto what... looked like a partially broken man made of glass, crying as she tried to get away from a blue-haired Esper. Considering what she was holding onto, she must've at least been pro-monster, if not one herself. Which meant she shouldn't have been anywhere near the bitch in blue, probably.

Ugh, why were there so many distractions today?!

"Is the bitch bothering you?" was what Amanda would hear in her head, seemingly out of nowhere. Figuring she might freak out (as some were wont to do when they started to suddenly hear voices, go figure), Ciri went on. "Chill, by the way. I'm on your side. Or at least, not on the side of those murderous assholes. Need a ticket out? I'm just outside. With your friend. The Dumpster Lizard."

Even as she said that, though, Ciri was already taking steps backwards into the shadow of her partner and the alley they'd emerged from. Hopefully, if the teenage girl did glance outside, she'd catch a glimpse of her before the others did, and before she disappeared from sight. She didn't exactly want to keep standing around in plain view in case she had to bail the girl out and capture her friend and all his other friends and potentially blow off some GEMINI heads and brutalize the simp knight.

All in a day's work.
In Pokemon: Dream → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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Snuggles always seemed to get faster than normal whenever she was looking for trouble — but so did Chloe when trying to keep her from finding it, so the two evened out in the end. Passing by Magnemite made Chloe shiver from the memory of what happened with the last one they encountered, but she did not let that slow her down.

Chloe reached the ajar door in record time, yanking it open and stepping inside without a second thought. She wasn't sure what she expected to find; a big fat Raticate, maybe? But it sure wasn't... well, um, nothing? Apart from a bunch of boxes and forgotten toys, there didn't seem to be anything around. And yet there Snuggles was, still barking, still fired up.

The blonde approached carefully, trying to make out any sort of movement in the darkness around her. She didn't like this. "Snuggie-poo, come on, let's get ba- kiyah?!"

Chloe jumped towards her Pokémon out of startled reflex as a box toppled over, spilling its contents all over the floor. Snuggles barely avoided being hit, now snarling on her hind legs. Heart still racing, Chloe's gaze trailed down at what had come at them, and... oh gosh?! Those were such cute plushies, like? Pikachu was one of her faves!

With a squeal, Chloe squatted down to both pet her partner and pick up one of the plushies, holding it to her chest like a precious childhood memory. Hm. Were they like... supposed to have red eyes? She was pretty sure that wasn't a common Pikachu feature. Weird. Was that like a defect or something? Was that why they were stored away and not sold?

... Aaanyways! Wow, there were so many, and they were sooo squishy, and technically no one would miss them if she just like... took a few? Right?

Jill appeared in the doorway just then, and Chloe lifted her hand from the Snubbull in order to wave at and beckon her over. "Jill! Jill, come look, we found plushies! Take one! Do you think Clarissa would like one too? Oh— hey, speaking of!"

It was then that she spotted the girl in question behind Jill, also approaching. Chloe smiled. They like, really didn't have to go out of their way to come after her, but— the fact that they did, even though they were in a hurry and stuff? SO sweet. Feeling elated by both the discovery and her new friends, Chloe started to wonder whether she should give Jill an extra plushie to give to Yuu, too, though she wasn't sure whether he'd appreciate it. Definitely not if she was the one to give it.

Snuggles, clearly sensing the foreboding atmosphere her trainer did not, kept on barking, bearing her teeth at everything in sight; the shelves, the plushies, the fallen box now half-shrouded in shadow. She only stopped for long enough to finally stick her nose in the air in order to track down whatever it was she was smelling, before it got the drop on them. Because at this rate, with her trainer preoccupied and busily distracting the others too, it would.
In SPIRITUM → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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It was a blessing that nothing much happened during Silje and Morden's watch, as the former spent most of it staring at her phone with little regard to the world around her. It probably shouldn't have come as a surprise considering the early hour, but there were still no news pieces or discussions to be found on last night's incident — which, honestly, was almost as weird as the incident itself.

... But that just meant her post about it would be the first. She'd go viral in minutes!

As Silje was writing her draft, Gerard finally got through to some sort of authority. Silje could tell, despite sitting too far away from the screen to see anything. The guy had that 'stuck-up important dude' kinda voice. Bleh.

Silje tuned most of what he said out, confident that Justice would catch her up on anything important being said, and in way less words. She liked that about her. She was good at summarizing things. And picking out snacks! No wonder she was their leader.

As Silje stole another glance at the princess — which she had been doing the entire morning, trying to build up the courage to ask her for a selfie — she happened to catch a part of what the important guy was saying.

"The images and stills from the crash, you've shown no one else, correct? From this moment on, consider those as good as classified."

... Hm.

Ever so slowly, Silje moved her finger from the post button over to delete, instead.

Then Mordie gave his report on what they'd seen, and Silje snapped back into WARDEN mode. While Val and Kali were pitching in, she hopped down from atop the truck where she'd once again made her nest, and hurriedly made her way over. Without warning, she quite literally (head)butted her way into the conversation, hitting Gerard square in the jaw in the process.

"They were powered by mist engines, too!" she gasped, shoving her face almost directly against the screen, hands thrown up in the air. She kept her voice quiet since the others did, speaking in urgent hisses. "But the mist coming out of them was all strange and creepy. It's hard to explain. It was like..." she gestured wildly with her hands, trying to put into words the inexplicable feeling of dread she'd felt back at the crash site - and, admittedly, failing spectacularly. "Abnormal! Corrupted! Um... Unnormal."

It didn't seem like adding more descriptors would've helped get her message across, so she abandoned that whole train of thought and hopped over to another. "And! All of the weird stuff was preceded by a mist storm. You should look into that, mister cap'n man, sir."
In Symphony on High → 8 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




As the shadow bolt tore through the corridor towards its unaware target, Ciri held her breath in anticipation. And, come the satisfying moment of impact, she didn't even need to break her grin to telepathically spit out a curt, decisive: "Bye."

Except... Huh?!

From beneath the pieces of the freak's helmet, she could only see blue. Not red, not black, not whatever-the-colour-of-her-brain-was-supposed-to-be. Blue. Streaming out in long strands like the bitch was in a L'Oréal commercial.

Then the shotgun was trained back on her, held tight in a decidedly living hand.

Son of a—

Ciri reached for her own gun. The cosplaying freak was faster.

But not faster than a living shadow. In one swift motion, It emerged from behind Viper, massive form colliding with her and sending her shot way off target. Ciri blinked, amazed one moment, pissed again the next.

"You're late!" she shouted, the relief in her tone likely only noticeable to her partner. Her own gun was pointed now, aglow with a pink hue. Bullet or magic, one way or another, she would finish the job. This cockroach couldn't keep surviving shit forever. "Get her!"

Shots proceeded to be fired, literally — and in Ciri's case, also figuratively. She kept cussing telepathically into the unknown girl's head with such language and fervor it was a wonder Viper's head didn't explode (again) from that alone.

Maybe it was about to, because all of a sudden, she turned tail and bailed. Ciri had to do a double take. No fucking way she was going to run away like a bitch now! After killing her gorilla and forcing her into such close proximity with a stinky-ass weeb. Dude had wet dream material for life now, ugh! What were the rules for killing humans again? Bet his skull would've been easier to pierce, thick as it was.

... Later. She had a cockroach and oh, right, a dragon to catch, first.

—

At first, it seemed like she was making progress towards both at once; they were running in the same direction after all, and slippery as Viper was, Ciri had faith her quadruped shadow companion was faster. And it wasn't like they even needed to truly catch up with her, anyway. All she needed was a clear shot, once, and she'd restrain that bitch where she stood, and then blow her head off. No conserving mana anymore, it was all or—

Nothing?

Ciri's eyes flew open as they ducked into a side street after the more annoying of their two quarries, only to find her gone. What the...? Where'd she...? On the roof? Another narrow street? One of the buildings? Which one? Where?!

"Your bitch-ass owes me a gorilla!" Ciri shouted, both audibly and through the telepathic link — which persisted a while longer, since she was aware that Viper had to be somewhere nearby, but soon that petered out, too. She could've tried to look, could've employed the shadows that lurked in the corners to search. But if she did and her search turned up nothing, she'd lose the damn dragon, too.

Curing under her breath, Ciri pulled on her partner's ears and directed it back after their original target. Thankfully, it was a messier, less methodical runner. But it, too, had to be heading towards something, because it never left the backstreets, and not even once tried to find the space to take to the skies — the only place where she couldn't easily follow.

Didn't matter. They were gaining on it. There, behind that corner, and they'd find—

... More cosplayers?!

The dragon man stopped, and so did Ciri and her companion. The dragon stared at the building, smoldering from what was probably a recent fire. Ciri stared at the dragon. Her partner stared at her.

And then Ciri forced herself to look at the two pink elephants in the room, hands spreading in disbelief. "What the fuck is going on here?!"

Was that the pink-haired chick's face on that dude's shield?!
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