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by Chedastan » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:31 pm
by Cerillium » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:32 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Germanic Templars » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:34 pm
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:GYMThe low humming of the treadmill and the rhythmic beat the soles made when hitting the surface became Max's escape. Mentally Max was phased out from reality, or what seemed to be reality to him.
Despite the weighted plates placed in his jumpsuit and the bandolier of equipment he carried on him, the anthro was able to keep a steady 6 minute and 30 second pace and entering into his third mile.
APARTMENT 7G
Her spartan accomodations had become somewhat tiring after a while. After the initial attack on the building, Crysal and her sister remained in their rooms, independently trying to find a way to get back to, or at least somehow contact their homes. Unfortunately, it became obvious that it wasn't happening any time soon, and feverish praying wasn't the solution either.
Having realized this, Crysal needed something to focus on other than getting home while they were in this strange, other world. Her health always took priority, so the idea of hitting the gym was an appealing one. Stepping out of her room (inexplicably it was more of a neolithic forest than a bedroom), she made her way to the gym, where she had spotted someone wearing a jumpsuit, and a bandolier... curious, she thought, as she stepped onto the treadmill next to his, giving him a acknowledging nod. It was then she heard some yelling of 'ALARM' from outside of the gym.
"Well, that's another way to exercise." The Arkadacian muttered, not even getting to start the treadmill before she stepped off of it, looking to the fellow she hadn't met before. "Are you coming with me? I'm sure whatever is enough to get an old German man running through the hallways and screaming is important enough to involve everyone in the building."
by New Aksarben » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:43 pm
Happiness is when
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what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
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by Tiltjuice » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:44 pm
Northwest Slobovia wrote:"You're now in Demens' private dimension; it seems nobody enters without his permission. The rest of us and this building were in another dimension until early yesterday morning. Which is, I suppose, a round-about way of answering your question: we're not sure what's going to happen here. I will say that I and some others -- include the General -- spent today in Ascalon, a city about an hour's drive from here, and the last I saw of my husband, he was going to help people from the nearest village find sheep in a magical forest near here."
Cerillium wrote:"ALARM! ALARM!" Rudolf lacked subtlety (and explanation) as he tore through the halls and pounded on doors. Sandy's door was open and people were milling about. He paused at the apartment's threshold. "Hey, we are going to be hit by big and nasty, ja! Rouse! To arms!"
The former Nazi was gone in a flash -- down the stairs, and through the next hall. He'd eventually end in the Lobby where Volker, already a step ahead, had taken the liberty of locking the front doors.
by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:47 pm
Cerillium wrote:Sandy's door was open and people were milling about. He paused at the apartment's threshold. "Hey, we are going to be hit by big and nasty, ja! Rouse! To arms!"
Tiltjuice wrote:"We'll need to get to the hospital, I expect," she drawled. "Safest place, and there will probably be wounded at some point. Let's all go meet Ogoti."
by Primordial Luxa » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:57 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Tiltjuice » Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:58 pm
Giovenith wrote:Brit and Chrys
That answer, mysterious as it was, was good enough for Clover.
"The best drinks."
Gently cupping a hoof, Clover gestured to help Mirare through the air and steady within Chrys' psychic grip, taking it down the moment she seemed assured that it would not fall to the floor. It wouldn't matter too much anyway; Mirare was strong, just like any unicorn who wished to wield her had to be.
The sorcerer's apprentice focused her own telekinesis within her cloak to pull out a small green crystal ball from it's folds, holding it in the air and she looked Chrys in the eye again. "It's a shame you two didn't come at a more peaceful time, we could be talking over those drinks already about space and time rather than this. But still, I think this will do us good. If you're going to use Mirare, the least we need to do is practice a bit with it's specialties."
The magic surrounding the crystal ball remained, Clover closing her eyes daintily to maintain the concentration, but allowed it to fall to the floor. Rather than shattering upon the stone it seemed to quickly melt down into the floor, the surrounding room becoming blacker and blacker as it did until they were standing in dark, formless dimension with no apparent corners or walls. It was almost harrowing, until Clover opened her eyes and the space simultaneously lit up with brilliant twinkling lights and bright, swirling clouds of colors. The glorious sight surrounded them on all sides, for though beneath them felt physical as any ground, the powerful illusion that engulfed them made it as though they were walking on the non-air of deep outer space. The illusion was apparently more than just visual though, as Clover walked on and lead Chrys through the ethereal nebulae far further than the walls of Argenta's memorial room had confined.
"I will tell you a little about our own faith," the young magician said, leading the Conservator on through the magical walk. " 'From Adam's choice, to Amalthea's regret', that is the motto of our tribe. It is mysterious in it's meaning, and we like it that way. For as long as our race has dwelt in the mountains, and upon the planet itself, we have told a story to our children. It says that an unfathomably long time ago, the Heavens came into being and decided to create our world, and all the creatures upon it. They wove their vision into every ocean, tree, and mountain, and they set about every species and race in the cradle of their existence, but it was not until after the Creation that they gave each creature their name. Our First was the first to be named, called 'Unicorn' by the holy creation force, and such as touched upon the horn and declared most blessed among creatures..."
She sucked in her lips briefly and smiled bashfully to Chrys. "Or at least, that is how it is often phrased. I know this may come as a surprise, but we can be rather vain from time to time..." she giggled in wholesome self-deprecation. "The point though is that the Heavens, our Creator, gave us a duty then, at the beginning of time. Touching Unicorn's horn and bestowing them with heavy blessing, the Heavens in all Their wisdom gave us custody over Their physical avatars in this realm; the sun, the moon, the stars, all in-between. For noble on Earth would we be, yet still proud servants to the larger-than-life wonder, a deep and enduring responsibility to maintain the cycle while the Heavens slept, till came the time when They would awaken and return to us in a new and familiar form and relieve us of our duty. It is only then a bright and golden new future will begin, far, sweet, eternal utopia ruled with fair hand by Them - the Great to-be Queen and God."
Clover at last halted their walk, stopping them above the distant but bright sight of a forming star. It was in that radiant in-between stage where it was no longer a cloud of cosmic dust but not yet a glowing orb, smoldering arms swirling around a bright center like dancer's ribbons. It would be a powerful sun one day, for now it was a nicely lit spot for Chrys and Clover's practice.
"The part us Glorianans tend to forget is that the Heavens are said to treasure all the ponies," she explained, bending her snout low to the invisible ground to inspect the growing sun. She smiled, quietly rooting for it in her heart. Yes, she could relate, that was all their dream - be big, be strong, be beautiful. "The pegasi and the Earth ponies too. After the Heavens gave us Their personifications, They gave the pegasi the air, and They gave the Earth ponies the life force of the, well, Earth. When They return to us to rule They will take all three of our kinds under Their guidance, and we shall all enjoy the future forever Golden Age together. But only we know this, the other tribes have no version of our legend, despite us thinking to include them in it. Even the greatest prophets cannot decipher any specifications beyond the simple tale though, and in these times..."
The green pony frowned, stood back up straight, and took a deep breath.
"... many believe the Heavens have become displeased with us and revoked their promise of utopia, leaving us, and subsequently the Earth, to perish. But I do not. I am one of those with the gift of prophecy, though it is imperfect, and I believe that this is a crucible we will endure if only we continue on. If only I continue on. But I have you and Brit's assistance now." Clover smiled brightly at her new friend. "I believe you are a gift sent through the unfathomable by the Heavens to help us endure, and I will not let that gift go to waste. I will teach you the secrets of Mirare, so that we may continue on."
Pinkish-purple magic surrounded Clover's horn again, and what appeared to be new tiny stars hovered above them, though these were within their reach and clearly under Clover's control. "Are you prepared?"
by Swith Witherward » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:02 pm
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:15 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:APARTMENT 7G
Her spartan accomodations had become somewhat tiring after a while. After the initial attack on the building, Crysal and her sister remained in their rooms, independently trying to find a way to get back to, or at least somehow contact their homes. Unfortunately, it became obvious that it wasn't happening any time soon, and feverish praying wasn't the solution either.
Having realized this, Crysal needed something to focus on other than getting home while they were in this strange, other world. Her health always took priority, so the idea of hitting the gym was an appealing one. Stepping out of her room (inexplicably it was more of a neolithic forest than a bedroom), she made her way to the gym, where she had spotted someone wearing a jumpsuit, and a bandolier... curious, she thought, as she stepped onto the treadmill next to his, giving him a acknowledging nod. It was then she heard some yelling of 'ALARM' from outside of the gym.
"Well, that's another way to exercise." The Arkadacian muttered, not even getting to start the treadmill before she stepped off of it, looking to the fellow she hadn't met before. "Are you coming with me? I'm sure whatever is enough to get an old German man running through the hallways and screaming is important enough to involve everyone in the building."
Max's mind still wondered into empty thought and nothingness, his gaze set straight but saw nothing but the void in his mind; empty thought clouded his eyes only for a mind of clarity. This was short lived as he saw Crysal out of his peripheral. His brown eyes glared at her from head to toe as if he was examining the stranger who nodded at him; his eyes mostly fixed on her face, recognizing it for future purpose. The creepy stalker glare went on for a moment with him. The anthro directed his eyes ahead again saying nothing to the tall (only by 3 inches) woman next to him.
Despite his efforts to focus on his run, the Crysal gave Max a weird feeling to him, as if she was a "meta" or some creature to it that the professors and scientists create and examine. Possibly an alien of sorts too, or a hybrid. The possibilities and chances of what she was stayed on his mind as he continued his run.
Though her question and the man screaming did get him to ponder on it for a moment. The treadmill slowed down upon the push of the button until it reached a complete stop. He looked at her again, this time his whole head. "Let me see what the Kaiser has to say. I only take orders from him. Follow, stay, or fight without me, alien, either way we will meet again."
At the end of that, Max ran out the gym to find his emperor.
by Mincaldenteans » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:23 pm
by The BranRiech » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:28 pm
by Germanic Templars » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:40 pm
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:She had always hated meeting new people. Without exception, the first encounter always involved them trying to figure out what she was, though their reactions often varied. Thankfully, if this one immediately had a thought of disgust, he kept it hidden well. She hadn't made too many assumptions regarding the canine's origins. Likely just a standard human animal hybrid that spawned from some quirk of the universe, much like most of the non-human species she'd encountered. Scientific or magical origins never crossed her mind.
Crysal watched the talking German Shepherd run off, a bemused expression on her face as he headed out. Well, she had to pick up her armor from her bedroom anyway, so she'd head after him and pick up her equipment along the way, keeping up with Max fairly well, treating it as a casual jog.
"You know, alien is a rather poor term to use. Anyone is an alien with the proper mindset. I find it... irritatingly vague and non-specific, too broad." She said, keeping an eye on the rooms as they passed them. Nowhere near hers yet, she figured. "Proper term is Crysal Iracuse." The Arkadacian huffed out. "What is your name? Unless you'd like me to call you mutt so we can keep the vague names for one another consistent."
by Germanic Templars » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:52 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Actual Drova
"Ah!"
He shot up, chest beating heavily, the rise and fall of the Prince's shirt harried at best. He hopped out of bed, and looked over at the mirror. It had remained broken, of course. The goblet he threw was still lying on the floor, and Yuna was still nowhere to be found.
"Rouse! Rouse!"
His ears picked up the heavily-accented voice instantly, running past his door. The Prince, fearing the worst, such as when the elevator crashed, leapt into action. His eyes narrowed, and as shitty as he felt, he still had a sense of duty about him. His sword had laid unused for the better part of . . . Well, most of his life. He'd never actually used it before, besides for ceremonial duties.
Whether he was ready for it or not, the sword finally found it's home on Drova's waist, as the Prince exited into the hall. His face was calm, but it was just the opposite of what he looked like. Anyone could tell he was nervous, but about what? One would need to press the young man for answers, answers he wasn't willing to give.
He stopped at a nearby door though, and knocked. He really, really didn't want to be around anyone, but knocking on Thriller's door was the only way he thought he could find out what the voice was.
by New Aksarben » Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:55 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
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✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The BranRiech » Fri Jan 22, 2016 5:14 am
Germanic Templars wrote:A door flung open as a robot with a teal blue cyclops eye walked out with a pistol matching the its color. The robot looked down the hall towards Thriller's room to see a winged blue skinned person standing by the emperor's door. "If you are lookin' for the emperor, he is possibly in the room righ' there with the door cracked open. Last I heard he was in there." The robot's British accent seemed clear and not digital like a cheap model machine.
Wanting to not to be part of anything after that, the machine headed to and down the stairs.
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Fri Jan 22, 2016 11:53 am
Germanic Templars wrote:TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:She had always hated meeting new people. Without exception, the first encounter always involved them trying to figure out what she was, though their reactions often varied. Thankfully, if this one immediately had a thought of disgust, he kept it hidden well. She hadn't made too many assumptions regarding the canine's origins. Likely just a standard human animal hybrid that spawned from some quirk of the universe, much like most of the non-human species she'd encountered. Scientific or magical origins never crossed her mind.
Crysal watched the talking German Shepherd run off, a bemused expression on her face as he headed out. Well, she had to pick up her armor from her bedroom anyway, so she'd head after him and pick up her equipment along the way, keeping up with Max fairly well, treating it as a casual jog.
"You know, alien is a rather poor term to use. Anyone is an alien with the proper mindset. I find it... irritatingly vague and non-specific, too broad." She said, keeping an eye on the rooms as they passed them. Nowhere near hers yet, she figured. "Proper term is Crysal Iracuse." The Arkadacian huffed out. "What is your name? Unless you'd like me to call you mutt so we can keep the vague names for one another consistent."
Oh hell no! This freak did not just call me that! Max's eye twitched in irritation and despite his efforts to maintain, the anthro let his leg slip back and swing, almost knocking Crysal in the knee. "I am no mutt, nor am I a dog! You understand! To even categorize me as such I must be one, but considering I am not a beast that walks on four legs and that follows a higher level of mental processing, makes that statement false. If I ever hear you call me that, i'll break you like any other experimental I deal with, tall or not all fall the same." His condescending attitude mixed with the disdainful lecture he gave to her only furthered his reason to keep an eye on her.
A moment passed and Max regained himself enough. "Now then If you must know who I am, I am Maximum Security XXIII. I am a guard who protects H.V.P.s and kills off anything that would harm them. And alien is not a poor choice, but a more correct because you are not of my race or anything looking closely related to human or possibly have a shred of human DNA in you from the start. Therefore you are alien until further results prove otherwise, Ms. Iracuse. Tell me more about you since I told you about me."
by Germanic Templars » Fri Jan 22, 2016 1:38 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:A door flung open as a robot with a teal blue cyclops eye walked out with a pistol matching the its color. The robot looked down the hall towards Thriller's room to see a winged blue skinned person standing by the emperor's door. "If you are lookin' for the emperor, he is possibly in the room righ' there with the door cracked open. Last I heard he was in there." The robot's British accent seemed clear and not digital like a cheap model machine.
Wanting to not to be part of anything after that, the machine headed to and down the stairs.
Drova made some sort of rude gesture to the robot, spitting in it's direction as it left down the stairs off to the side. His head shook in defeat. These machines were everywhere, weren't they? How many people were using the unemotional sods for security now? Drova had gone months, almost a year or two, without having to deal with a single machine that spoke, and now they were coming out of the woodwork, and generally being assholes about it.
"Hello?"
His voice was raspy, like sandpaper grinding on wood, but it was just an unfortunate consequence of waking up on the wrong side of the bed. He rolled his eyes, berating himself for how bad he must have sounded as he walked inside, knocking on, yet again, another door. "Did you hear that noise, hello?"
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:Crysal had slowed down her pace after her remark, figuring he might attempt to whack at her. He didn't seem like the most pleasant type... one of those dreadful, serious servants to some political figure types, she reasoned. "Ah, you're a feisty one. I rather like that." - in a pet, she finished in her head, resisting the urge to keep egging him on. They were en route to something important, after all.
"I'd take you for an action star with a name like that. 'Maximum Security Twenty-Three: This Time It's Serious'." She snorted, letting that poor one-liner slip through as she stopped lagging behind, and ran alongside him. "So sort of like a secret service type, yes? Any good leader's got to have one, I suppose." Crysal cleared her throat. Was she really getting this out of shape?
"Fair enough... I'm a lot of things, but I'll give you the basics. I find history in the making, and I get myself involved. About ten thousand years of life means that ordinary hobbies become droll and repetitive after all that time, but changing the lives of others, for better or worse? Never gets old. I'd reckon I changed the outcome of all of human history a few times during the stone age, though there's no way to prove it." She paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. "Or did you mean my species? Because I honestly have no idea where we came from either, at least from a scientific viewpoint."
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Fri Jan 22, 2016 2:33 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:"Only thing secret is my training I went through since I was born and the experiments. Aside from that, nothing else is, and I do not protect the emperor personally." Max pointed out.
Running down the stairs past the two was Dr. Smith, ready with a pistol."Get ready, Max, we got company. And don't worry emperor told you to get your armor and follow me." Dr. Smith remarked. The cyborg chambered around as he headed down the last flight of stairs readying up in the lobby.
"I protect people like him. Scientists, doctors. People who do research. What they research is not my concern, until it tries to kill them." Max pointed out. Crysal's one-liner was less than humorous to Max, as his ear twitched. "And I do not know much about movies, only heard about them, like motion picture or something is what they call them."
Her lack of origins and her age concerned Max. His suspicion on her being a "meta" with special abilities made him want to keep an eye on her.
Max looked up the stairs to see how far on progress they were making. "Dammit, only fourth floor. Can't this place have an elevator or something?"
by The BranRiech » Fri Jan 22, 2016 3:12 pm
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by Primordial Luxa » Fri Jan 22, 2016 4:44 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
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