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by Monfrox » Sat Jan 09, 2016 8:36 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Sat Jan 09, 2016 9:51 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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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 Swith Witherward » Sun Jan 10, 2016 12:43 am
Giovenith wrote:Rache and Willow
"Mmmmhm." Aurora Mist deemed Rache strange, but nothing more of it beyond that. He was an oddity outsider, so it was to be expected. She didn't elaborate on the status of the Commander... she was under orders not to.
Ordering the other team members into a new direction, the lieutenant explained some of the basics of the boundaries along the way, carefully pulling out a map from her satchel to better demonstrate. "Even though Cynisca itself is in the sky, we still retain ownership of the grounds directly below it, though we're not very protective of it. None the less, Earth ponies generally respect those territory lines. If the reports about where you and your companion landed are accurate, then you were both well within our vicinity territory, meaning that even if you had landed on the ground instead of the sky, you'd still be in pegasi territory. If we're lucky and your guess is correct, your friends might be wandering around down there somewhere. That's probably a best case scenario..."
Her hoof moved downward and jabbed at Groundtown. "However, if they wandered too close into Earth pony territory, there's no telling what might have happened. Sometimes the township lynches, sometimes they turn wanderers loose. We believe that there are likely opinions at war among them, on whether or not attacking and killing outsiders is acceptable, meaning that while there is a danger, we at least can assume it's not directly institutional. The mud-dwellers may have very well released your companions or are at least holding them hostage, so there is some hope if it turns out they wandered to far into the other territory."
She looked at Rache. "I must give you an unfortunate warning: If it turns out the Earth ponies have killed your friends, there is very little we can do about it. Many of the pegasi in our city would like to go to war with the other cities, but there has never before been war between the tribes, and only the Commander has the authority to ever declare it, so should anypony ever go rogue and attempt an attack on either Groundtown or Caer Gloriana, they are disowned by Cynisca for the greater protection of the city. Tensions are high though. This is a very dark and difficult time for us all. If however they are merely imprisoned, we can easily cook up an ambassador to negotiate their release."
Rusted locks and chains pooled to the pavement after a brief ticking and tinkering with their inner levers. It hadn't been too difficult to pick, as they had only served as a minor deterrent to an otherwise unassuming building. The opening was just with a wet little alley and the indication that it lead to a 'museum' nonexistent, leaving Willow feeling very confused. He was used to seeing museums as these prestigious, towering, well-kept things, but this felt like they were breaking into some abandoned shack.
"I thought you said you had a key," Pansy remarked critically to Cloud Duster, who was flipping back in the blade he'd used to pick the lock.
"Oho, Pansy, everypony has keys," he explained with a slightly condescending niceness. "The question is whether or not one can utilize them!"
Willow tentatively pushed the door open a few meters before it hit something blocking it. It felt like a box. He tried to give an extra shove to the door to push it out of the way, which succeeded but also sent a flurry of dust into the three pegasi's faces, irritating their eyes and sending them into coughs and wheezing. The space inside was pitch black, as somepony had neglected to position the cloud plaster in such a way that light could get in.
"Oh, this can't be it!" Willow backed up a few steps, irritated at the lack of glamour to the place. "You've brought us to the wrong place."
"No, no, this is it, see?" Cloud Duster pointed to a brass sign that had been bolted atop the door that was engraved in Greek script (Μουσεῖον), which Willow could not read. Though guessing from Pansy's calm reaction, he had to assume this was correct, and reluctantly followed the two into the dark, dusty, crowded room.
Barely five steps in Willow's hooves were already kicking into more boxes, which all clattered and tinkled from the unceremoniously piled artifacts within them, as well as piles of them brushing into his feathers if he tried to open his wings. Pansy managed to wiggle herself enough room to fly her way up to the low ceiling and use her hoof to drag along a long, slitted opening across it, letting in the dim winter light and illuminating the room. Sterling would have had a heart attack. The whole place was less a museum and more a supply closet, with all the supposed "important" antiques, plates, and papers carelessly tossed into disposable boxes that had either be stacked or just left on the floor. Larger items that could not be fit into boxes, such as a set of seemingly outdated armor or two, were pushed up against the walls and in corners, many leaning against one another haphazardly since whoever managed this place couldn't be bothered to give them actual independent supports. Dust, rare in cloud cities but not impossible, completely bathed the place, the particles visibly dancing and swirling in the light.
"Great, this is just great," Willow huffed, falling low and roughly grabbing a box to begin digging through. "Some museum! Why is this place such... such... trash?" He moved aside several faded metal vases before concluding none of his antiques were inside it, pushing it aside and grabbing another. "All the museums I've seen were places of respect, they kept the treasures behind glass and gilded fencing, there was respect. This is just... gah! Why?"
Pansy descended from the museum and gently ran one of her hooves down some abandoned spear in a corner. "I guess ponies just don't care about these sorts of things here..."
"Don't cut yourself now," Cloud Duster gently grabbed one of Willow's hooves from plunging too quickly into a box that held a few parchments and daggers. "No sense getting an infection when resources are already scarce."
Willow roughly pulled his hoof away. "Infection would just be another drop in the bucket for this place!" he snapped. He glared briefly but Cloud Duster's eyes only took on a kind of glassy look as he slowly tilted his head, causing Willow to soften and sigh. "I'm sorry. It's just, really, really important that I find what I'm looking for. My... family's, way of life depends on it. It was my job to care of the antiques too. Honestly, it's really my fault we're back here in this dire situation in the first place..." He pushed the box away, looking and feeling defeated. "I've had plenty of time to figure the things out that I was supposed to. But I haven't. I'm every bit as clueless now as I was in the beginning. I don't know if I'm just an idiot, or inept, or whatever, but... I'm just not right to handle this. I'm not. I've never been right at handling anything."
Although he often hid it well, whenever Willow was especially upset about something, he had a tendency to regress back into the insecurities of his youth. Childhood had been plagued by self-exaggerated but powerful feelings of ineptitude and disappointment for him, manifested even in even normal situations by his regular dedication to hyper-competence and logic. Willow did not like letting others down. Especially not now, not when it meant he could cause so many people to lose everything, including the loved one of Rache's host, including both his and Giovenith's close friends. Rache was going to return soon likely without any clue about where the others were and if Willow didn't have anything to show himself, they were right back to square one, and it was all because of him and his stupid antiques.
The painter from the future sighed deeply to release the growing tension in his chest and tried to disguise a quick wipe of budding tear as wiping dust from his eye. Across the room Pansy's eyes had begun to grow wide and glossy, hoof sliding off the spear and ears and mouth lines drooping in clear sympathy. Before she could get a word in though, Cloud Duster had already swooped in, making himself comfortable next to Willow and pulling the box back close.
"You don't seem incompetent to me," he reassured in a controlled, relaxing tone, much akin to that of a friendly teacher or counselor. "Sure, you've never been in the agoge which means you can't do objectively as much as some of us, but for what you have experienced, you're quite the prodigy. Most untrained ponies don't just fly in down a slope and whack a bunch of ghoulings for fifteen minutes straight and come out alive."
Willow snorted. "Yeah, well..." he grumbled dismissively, unconvinced.
Cloud Duster's simplistic little smile didn't waver, his marble-like glassy gaze only rolling down toward the box as he began to search through it. "You also have a comparatively very exaggerated way of speaking compared to us, so if you lived here, ponies would probably slap you for whining a lot. You're also one of the smallest built stallions I've ever seen, so I assume you don't exercise well. Most of our Domestic mares could beat you in direct confrontation."
"Okay," Willow accepted the criticisms, but with some annoyance. 180-degree, much?
"I also could tell the sign out there didn't register to you, so there go your reading skills."
"Okay."
"You're also way too old to catch up in agoge at this point, so you better hope you miraculously meet a nice random mare from outside your family out there in your little travels, 'cause you're not getting married otherwise."
"Cloud Duster! I said ok-"
The younger soldier cut him off with a hoof to the mouth, ending Willow's protests in mumbles. He continued: "You're right. Okay. It is okay. Acknowledging your flaws doesn't mean you can't still like yourself."
Willow shoved off Cloud Duster's hoof with narrowed eyes, but his expression began to soften as the other young stallion's words sunk in. Acknowledging your flaws doesn't mean you can't still like yourself. Nothing about those words actually changed anything. Rache was still gong to come back empty hooved. Willow was still stuck in a mountain-load of meaningless, disorganized nick-nacks with no clue about where to start. Pansy was still in danger of falling by fate's hand any moment and completely obliterating his entire existence. He was still frustrated and afraid. But that was okay. Because just because these things were all true didn't mean he couldn't still find something good in himself. He was trying, wasn't he?
Pansy flapped over from her spot by the corner onto the floor near the two colts, tentatively taking a few steps forwards and lowering her head in attention and slight anxiousness. Willow sighed and gave her a small smile and nod, reassuring that it was okay to approach. He wasn't the type of guy who let his own ill feelings negatively restrict others. That was a good thing about him. Smiling back for the first time since he'd met her, she pushed away two other boxes and made herself comfortable as possible in front of the two guys.
"What do you think you're good at?" Cloud Duster asked, smiling and putting a hoof on Willow's back.
"Ahh," Willow waved dismissively. "I'm not going to sit here and brag about myself when we have so much work to do. We should be looking for the antiques I lost."
Cloud Duster pointed out the lighting from the ceiling slit. "It will be curfew very soon, we honestly don't have all that much time to efficiently search all these boxes. You and Rache are staying the night at my home anyway, we'll have plenty of time to come back and look tomorrow, early in the morning. Most of me and Pansy's agoge training has been canceled because of the weather, so we'll be right there with you."
"Eh, I don't know."
"Come ooooon, it's not like you're being arrogant or anything, you've clearly got a good sense of humility. It's not bragging, it's pep talk. Give yourself a pep talk! You deserve it. Besides, aren't we all way more likely to get a task done quickly and efficiently if we're feeling good about ourselves? Pansy wants to hear." He calmly gestured to the young mare, who perked in surprise.
"Oh, uh," she smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of her head, not expecting to have been addressed. "Yeah, sure, I do."
"Ehhhhh," Willow thought about, feeling surprisingly flattered. He smiled slightly, finding himself on board with Cloud Duster's logic, if only because this day had been so long, confusing, and hard that it would be nice to just stop, sit down, and dwell on the familiar for just a little bit. "I guess, yeah. Well, I'm a really good artist, that's the most obvious one."
"An artist?" Pansy blinked in surprise. "They never let us focus on art here."
"That's just one of the ways Willow is special," Cloud Duster said to her, so plainly and obviously.
"OH! Pfff!" Willow waved that away. "Come on!"
"Pep talk, remember? It's okay to be corny," the blue pony egged on with a teasing smile. "Tell us about your oh-so-forbidden art, Private Special. It's intriguing."
Willow wasn't sure if they would have any concept or grasp of abstract painting, so he decided to bend the truth a little for the sake of his cover. "I mostly sketch things that we see on our travels, you know, for future documentation and reference."
"Ohhhhhh. Anything else?"
"Well, sometimes I like to take inspiration from things I have seen to create new ideas. Like, uh, using different parts of birds to draw an imaginary new bird?"
"How queer! But very, very interesting. Pansy is correct, we're very much discouraged from such things around here," Cloud Duster suddenly grabbed Willow by the shoulders and leaned in by his ear. "I once saw a little colt lashed with a switch thirty-five times for stealing some coal and parchment to draw a rabbit..."
"Oh jeeze, that's awful!" Willow recoiled in horror.
"Aftó eínai Kyníska! He was alright. Do you do anything else?"
"Well..." Willow rubbed his chin. Again, he didn't want to reveal anything that could displace him. "I, like to think that I'm a logician and a skeptic. I don't really believe in a lot of popular myths or fairy tales or anything. I need for things to be presented to me, or argued well. It leads to some arguments sometimes with my, uh... sister. But we still get along pretty well most of the time?"
"Is your sister one of the ponies that got lost out there?" Pansy asked, tipping her hoof to her lips worriedly.
"No, we left her with other family in another far off land," Willow said, doing his best to not lie too ambitiously. "Because she's young. One of the reasons we need to get back soon is so she doesn't worry about us."
"Don't you have a sister, Cloud Duster?" Pansy suddenly looked up at the other Cyniscan pony.
Cloud Duster's calm expression didn't fall or budge, but he did pause for beat before answering. "No."
"No? But," Pansy winced thoughtfully. "No, you're always with a girl though, she looks a little like you. She whistles a lot when she talks because of the gap in her teeth?"
"Kiiiiiinda getting a bit off topic there, Pansy," Cloud Duster gently touched Willow's shoulders again. "We're trying to make Willow feel better."
"Actually, I think I'm feeling pretty good already," Willow reassured, cracking a few joints back into place as he stood up, shaking the dust off from his tail and feathers. "I guess you were right Cloud Duster, I just needed to sit down for a moment and pep myself a little. Thank you. Honestly, I can't thank you enough for everything you've been doing, you just kind of came out of nowhere and started helping us. I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but... why?" He offered a hoof for the other pegasus to stand up.
Cloud Duster smiled with clear self-contentedness, accepting the offer and getting to his hooves. "Does a pony need an excuse to do good things?"
"Nope!" the born and raised Equestrian saw no flaw with that logic, smiling and nodding along at the rhetorical question. Yes, yes, somepony who finally got it! He was really glad and grateful to have such a caring new friend.
Pansy, born and raised Cyniscan, wasn't quite so decisive. Although the little talk had actually done well to make her feel calmer about the situation than before, she still sucked in her lips and knitted her brow silently in slight discomfort at the certainty Willow and Cloud Duster carried between the two of them about these 'super positive' principles. Pansy was a skeptic herself. Just much, much meeker about it.
"I do think we should probably be heading out now," Cloud Duster looked up at the ceiling slit. "It's going to be dark soon, we don't want any of the vigiles swatting us for making mischief. I'm sure when your Rache comes back, the proper authorities will show him the way to my house."
"Yes, that's a good idea," Willow nodded, convinced.
"You two go on ahead," the blue soldier urged Pansy and Willow. "Just go make your way to the square, and I'll meet you up there. I'm just going to close everything up here."
So Pansy and Willow left, bracing themselves against the wind and cold as they flew around and out the alley, then up the street while Cloud Duster remained behind to handle putting the tricky chains back into place. Some short time after going ahead, Pansy spoke up.
"Willow, I just wanted to say that I appreciate you were willing to admit how you felt bad about your situation," she said. "Most ponies don't do that. Nopony here wants to appear weak, or make it seem like they've lost control. We're expected to bottle it up."
"To be honest, I usually bottle it up too," he had to admit. "But I'll let it out if I'm at a breaking point. I'm uh, glad you appreciate it though."
"I wish I could be more open like that," she admitted, looking ahead. "I'm not a very strong pony. You saw how I fell down the slope. Lieutenant Star Catcher lectured me at the hall, she said I needed to be more careful or I could die. I'm not good at being assertive, so I'm not a very good soldier. Nopony thinks so, anyway." Her ears folded and she looked downward, clearly dejected.
Ah. So that was the reason for the constant gloomy aura. Willow had flashbacks to countless years of watching the Hearth's Warming Eve pageant, Private Pansy the Character always largely morphed into an element of comic relief despite her important role, exaggeratedly screaming and jumping around on stage at the fake sounds of thunder and howling windigo wind. He suddenly felt like shit for laughing every time. It couldn't have been very funny for her, a naturally calm and careful pony born into a harsh time and place of survival and fighting. He could relate to that with his own upbringing, and he suddenly found himself awash with a newfound respect for her; not merely as a founder of Equestria, but as a pony.
He put a friendly foreleg around her shoulders as they flew and smiled. "Well I believe that you've got a greater purpose out there for you, just the way you are."
"I thought you said you only believed in things with proof," she countered, sucking in her cheeks. "Why do you say so?"
He chuckled. "Hey, these are desperate times. And in desperate times, sometimes even I have to go out on a good hunch."
Meanwhile, Cloud Duster was whistling a tune to himself as he pushed several boxes back into place, closed the door, and started untangling the chains on the ground to lock back onto the handles. He froze when a voice came from behind him.
"Duster..."
Cloud Duster glanced over his shoulder. There behind him stood another Private, slightly older than him (maybe about a year or two older than Willow), helmet left behind somewhere and a standard scarf similar to Rache's team's fixed around his neck. He did not look pleased, though he didn't seem looking for a fight either.
"Silver Wind..." Cloud Duster greeted in a jesting tone, parodying the stallion's own severity. He laughed a little. "You need something, sir?" He managed to untangle most of the chains, and snapped the large lock shut on the end of one of them.
"During the ghouling attack, you willfully abandoned the post I gave you," Silver Wind said, clearly upset. "Several ponies saw you fly off without warning down the mountain slope without warning or explanation. That was unacceptable!"
The younger soldier wasn't phased. He continued to work with the chain, easing it's length by tying a bit of the end a few loops around his right hoof. "I had other things to do. Lieutenant Star Catcher already knows, and she was not upset. She gave me a new assignment."
"That's just it!" Silver Wind continued. "I'm getting real sick of this Private Cloud Duster, I'm getting real sick of you always just going off and doing whatever you want and never even getting any punishment for it. I'm the prefect of your cabin! You're supposed to listen to me."
"Let's talk about this some other time, yeah?" Duster's tone had dropped slightly, going from calm to full monotone, a soft, tingling metallic taste beginning to fill his mouth. He still didn't lend Silver Wind the courtesy of turning to look at him, still preoccupied with the locks and chains. "I've got better things to do."
"No!" the minor superior snapped, stomping a hoof on the ground. "You know who gets in trouble when you disobey orders? Me, me and everypony else in your group too. We get in trouble because we didn't stop you, but you always freaking sneak off before we can stop you. We get in trouble, not you. That's not fair Cloud Duster, and it's ending right now. I'm in charge, and I'm not going to leave you alone until you come back to the barracks and apologize to the other-"
Four teeth went flying from Silver Wind's open mouth as the big rusty lock collided into it, turning his muzzle into a red waterfall. Loose chain bits soon flew in after it, heavy metal links shocking his skull and old brown rust ripping up and out long, ghastly red tears across his face's skin, his left eye only just reflexively closing in time to save it from being permanently smashed in and blinded. It would blacken deeply in short time. He fell to the ground and was only given enough time to shakily try to push himself up for a blue foreleg knee caught him the face, breaking his nose, and then straightened out to push him out with enough force to slam him roughly into the opposite wall of the alley, winding him, which was already made worse by the profuse bleeding from his gums.
"Maybe later, sir," Cloud Duster breathed monotonously, carefully unwrapping the bloodied chain from his wrist. "Maybe later."
The younger stallion bent slow to quickly snatch Silver Wind's scarf from him before it could become too thoroughly soaked with blood. He used the cleanest end to meticulously clean away the little splatters that had backfired on him, licking his hoof to rub away any stains that might be in his coat much as he would wash up in the morning, seemingly ignorant of Silver's coughs and trembling moans. He wipe down the chain a little too. Once through with clearing the immediate evidence of his assault, he tossed the scarf back over the prefect pegasus' face. "I told you, I've got more important plans to take care of."
Now hurrying so as to catch up with Willow and Pansy, Cloud Duster quickly fixed back the chain and lock on the door before sniffing, ruffling his feathers a bit at the chill, and turning out onto the street to head toward the square he'd instructed the two of them to go. He left Silver Wind there. He wasn't worry about him snitching about the true circumstances of his injuries. It was as Pansy said: No weakness. No loss of control. Silver Wind was just as conditioned as any of them, even with his current state, he wouldn't dare publicly admit to such a loss of control over an inferior. Cloud Duster didn't care, he was fine with lies.
He was always fine with lies.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Giovenith » Sun Jan 10, 2016 6:08 pm
by Saleon » Sun Jan 10, 2016 7:09 pm
Astra looked up to see a lady in gray come to meet her. It was quite obvious she had made a scene, so other people being concerned was not out of the question. The girl seemed quite oddly dressed. It was nothing she had ever seen. She was more in awe over the whole situation, almost speechless.Tiltjuice wrote:Saleon wrote:(snip)
"Of course you will," Dora said crisply, having dropped her arms to step in front of Enali. The dark gray fabric of the sports bra (what other color would any self-respecting Conservator, former or not, have worn?) hid everything, and she straightened up, ignoring any further reactions about her appearance.
The other woman in the orange uniform, clearly unnerved, had reared back into the furniture, and now the ex-priestess fell back on what she knew.
"I enjoy my poisons, I must say," she drawled casually as her hand emerged from the armband iPod holster. Not with a music player, but with the enchanted cigarette lighter she never went anywhere without. Flicking it for the cigarette to materialize from thin air, she caught it casually and lit up. "Though mine are a bit less malicious and a lot more relaxing - this, or some alcohol. Perhaps you'd like some, any of you? I would like to stop by my apartment at some point to change, and you could get refreshments there. Not tainted, trust me."
Her gray eyes turned to Astra as she said this. "Volker's a good sort, so are most of the cultists, generally speaking. You'll see as you go along. They've got a bit of a bad name, but that's deceiving. Trust me - my Sister shares rooms with one. But I'm sure you all have questions, old and new alike. And oh please, don't call me madam. I may be old, but I'm going to deny that until I actually look the part."
The cultist also came to console her, rather than attack her. She'd dealt with a number of cultists, so this was out of the realm of what she had expected. She mumbled impatiently to herself, "I only came to look for my partner... I never asked for refuge. She disappeared." She stood up, tidied off the dust on her shirt.Swith Witherward wrote:LOBBY
Volker smoothed his grey woolen nazi uniform before curling a hand to stifle a short cough. The droid's title of address for Dora was a good enough clue for the front desk cultist. He had no intention of prying Septimus away from whatever mourning process he currently endured, however. Sometimes a man needed to strip off his mantel for his own sake. "Right, Opa. Confederation? You seem too high tech for Torsiedelle. My guess would be the cyborgs. Brother Itum of Agymnum, no doubt, though he's indisposed right now. We'll leave a message for him, and leave it at that."
Now on to bigger fish. His blue eyes twinkled as he regarded the panicked Astra.
"Good evening, to be exact," he pointed towards the front windows where the darkness of night cloaked the view. "I am Volker, and I run the front desk here at Demens' Towers. You are here because this is where you are called to be. It's a rare honor, madam. Each of us was called, through one means or another."
He folded his hands in front of his belly and offered a warm smile to the woman. "It's very confusing, we know. Do not be afraid. Whatever gods you call your own - they have not abandoned you. You are simply chosen above the rest of your people. For what reason? I can not say. It's not my place to second-guess Demens. I also don't know what the future holds. The present, however, isn't too bad. You're among friends here in the Building. It is your sanctuary, a place of refuge, a place to refresh and renew."
by Cerillium » Sun Jan 10, 2016 7:54 pm
Giovenith wrote:Building
To say the situation was tense would have been an understatement. Like most residents there was only so much Giovenith was in on when it came the de facto leaders and larger organizations that revolved around the Building. While she did more than her fair share when it came to emergencies and management, she was still largely on the innocent, receiving end of much of the upper politics, and thus had no way of knowing how she should have possibly reacted to all the implied heavy background information being tossed around.
The biggest revelation there shook her thoroughly. Of course there was the initial shock of the basic revelation, and then the slower, but much deeper and heavier realization of the gaping gateway Thaddeus had opened. If this was true about Marcus, what else didn't she know about him? What happened to her simple understanding of the person she thought she understood and loved because of it? Did this mean she was in love with something that wasn't really there?
No, she banished those thoughts from her mind. No, it didn't mean any of that. Regardless of what she did or didn't know about Marcus' past, they fell in love with each other over what they had experienced in the present, and that couldn't be changed over anything. Whatever the unknown past was, it still wound up leading to the moments that had mattered, and that meant that it had to be good enough for her. Still, it was a scary prospect... she knew things were about to become very, very complicated if she went forward with learning more, but she knew now that this very basic fact was revealed to her, there was no going back to looking at Marcus and acting in the dark. That would be selfish of her. Loving someone meant loving them, and she couldn't deny an intricate part of him for her own sake and still call it love.
Giovenith sniffed and gave a small whimper, wiping away at budding tears with her sleeves and feeling very overwhelmed by all this. From the death scare, to the intense arguing, to the world-shaking revelations, she had already had quite a full day and yet still expected more, but she knew she had no choice but to tread on. For Marcus' sake and her own peace of mind.
"I promise," she sniffed hard, wiping hard at her cheeks.
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 Chedastan » Sun Jan 10, 2016 9:21 pm
Northwest Slobovia wrote:Amanda arrived home to find Sandy's stick propped up below the coat hooks and a note the the kitchen table reading "gone to dinner: thanksgiving feast in dining room". Thanksgiving? Is today Thanksgiving back in the States? Or is this a local thanksgiving holiday? Hm. Dinner with the other Residents would be relaxing after her long day, but having invited a guest in, Amanda was committed to staying home.
She hung a sign on the outside doorknob reading, "Welcome! Please knock.", and slid a wedge in to prop the door open for Romulus. What next? With a snort, she remembered, and unfastened her shoulder holster to hang on one of the coat hooks. Unsure what the General would drink, she instead set out the last of the homemade cookies and pretzel sticks on the coffee table, then laid out a pair of atlases, one open to a world map, and the other to central Philly.
by Northwest Slobovia » Sun Jan 10, 2016 9:52 pm
Chedastan wrote:Now standing at the door to 6C, Romulus noticed the sign posted on it, not wanting to be rude, he followed its instruction.
Knock, Knock
by The BranRiech » Sun Jan 10, 2016 9:58 pm
by Tiltjuice » Mon Jan 11, 2016 1:47 am
by Tiltjuice » Mon Jan 11, 2016 2:12 am
by Monfrox » Mon Jan 11, 2016 2:12 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Mincaldenteans » Tue Jan 12, 2016 4:42 pm
New Aksarben wrote:Sterling nodded to all of the guild-mates of Anais and the Fae, smiling brightly and widely. "Nice to meet you all!" Then dan spoke to him, so the pony turned his attention to the Fae, keeping his bright and eager expression on his face.
"I'm not sure if we're related to those 'Equines', actually. I'd say no, most likely." Sterling told the Fae, hoping he wasn't too disappointed. "I'm just an unicorn pony, from Equestria. Only species of ponies that I know of are the equestrian races, the zebra, changelings if they'd count, and crystal ponies. None just called Equines! Though, I've also never heard of someplace called the Summerlands. What is that place like?"
The pony asked, tilting his head to one side in confusion and interest. His gold-colored mane fell to that side messing it up, but it wasn't very neat or styled before that anyway. His golden tail swished along the floor, flicking back and forth. Then Sterling thought of another question and spoke again.
"Oh, are Equines as colorful as ponies? I mean, the horses on earth were usually shades of brown, not like purple like I am and such."
Primordial Luxa wrote:Dining Room
“A pleasure to meet all of you.” Primordial said refilling his own glass and offering the assembled people a glass. The liquor was a strong smelling stuff that was labelled wine but seemed to be more like vodka than anything else and it was obviously one of those unique Luxan blends. Primordial had been drinking quite heavily but it didn’t show in his actions since his natural resistance held off any negative effects.
“I must say Erick, I really appreciate your attire. Very aesthetically appealing.” He said commenting the guild member. He thought the get up had a very classical style which he enjoyed in magicians and hoped it was an indication of their attitude towards sorcerery. He was dressed in his own mixture of victorian formal wear and bondage gear that meshed in a strange Luxan style. He had a set of robes however similar to what Erick was wearing but usually reserved them for certain types of rituals.
He noticed Reyna’s gaze but ignored it figuring that acknowledging it would be awkward. He was used to people being wary of him by this point in the day. Instead he tried to relax his posture and show that he was in a friendly and talkative mood hoping that if she had any questions she would ask.
He went on to answer Alexia and Cherry’s question “Oh nothing is wrong I assure you. We were all discussing ways and means for getting more integration and cooperation between the different magic users in the building. She was very helpful and had some wonderful ideas regarding meetings. In fact I believe Sterling and I will be meeting up tomorrow to send out invitations, which of course will include your own illustrious party if that appeals to you?”
by New Aksarben » Tue Jan 12, 2016 6:29 pm
Mincaldenteans wrote:New Aksarben wrote:Sterling nodded to all of the guild-mates of Anais and the Fae, smiling brightly and widely. "Nice to meet you all!" Then dan spoke to him, so the pony turned his attention to the Fae, keeping his bright and eager expression on his face.
"I'm not sure if we're related to those 'Equines', actually. I'd say no, most likely." Sterling told the Fae, hoping he wasn't too disappointed. "I'm just an unicorn pony, from Equestria. Only species of ponies that I know of are the equestrian races, the zebra, changelings if they'd count, and crystal ponies. None just called Equines! Though, I've also never heard of someplace called the Summerlands. What is that place like?"
The pony asked, tilting his head to one side in confusion and interest. His gold-colored mane fell to that side messing it up, but it wasn't very neat or styled before that anyway. His golden tail swished along the floor, flicking back and forth. Then Sterling thought of another question and spoke again.
"Oh, are Equines as colorful as ponies? I mean, the horses on earth were usually shades of brown, not like purple like I am and such."
“The Summerlands! It’s home from home,” Dan said lightly with a nod, “I’m a being of Summer, a fae. I can’t justify explaining it in words, they seem to lack the true clarity of what it means to be of the Summerland; but it’s a splendid place, peace and tranquility are about the most precise words I can describe it as. We have our fair share of danger however, especially when the borders murk with Winter, our traditional enemies. I’m one of the few that was born in the last thousand years, and now tasked to experience life outside of faerie.”
The fae skipped the exile part, the politics involved and everything else that even he wasn’t privy to nor understood. It nonetheless did not diminish the ache of missing home. Having friends here helped to ease the pang of longing. As for the equine question, Dan made a slight frown, perhaps ‘equine’ was imprecise? He wasn’t entirely sure, but decided to move the topic along rather than assume - he already had and the fae didn’t want to offend for his own ignorance, “We have very few horses in faerie and the ones I’ve heard of are Wild. I’ve never actually seen a horse or pony, just stories told from other sidhe, legends and myths of times long gone. The horses in fae were told to be either white or black, it wasn’t so much their appearance - as they could change into other things - as it was their intentions. I suppose they were tricky,” Dan trailed off on that.
“And what of you? Does being a unicorn pony symbolize anything among other ponies? Unicorns aren’t known in faerie, but as stories go for fae horses they did have a horn... or horns - depending who tells the story. And like most fae, it usually entails some kind of magical property - the being, not just the horn, I mean. Sorry if I’m babbling, by the way.”
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by Primordial Luxa » Tue Jan 12, 2016 6:32 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 Saleon » Tue Jan 12, 2016 7:02 pm
Astra was slightly disappointed to hear no word of her partner. She had known she wasn't here--seemed too fortunate-- but, while disheartening, She decided she wouldn't give up. She was unable, really, of giving up after finding out what she has. Her partner could be in the gates of the underworld-- wandering and hiding, frightened and scared-- avoiding the creatures of the night.Cerillium wrote:LOBBY
"Apartment Building, not a hotel," Volker smiled. "We're all Residents here."
He gestured towards the main entrance. "You'll find you already have a mailbox in the foyer, though the mail has been delayed now that we've arrived in this dimension. And this dimension is far apart from the one you come from. Demens is a sort of god here, considering he created it. He's technically a Greater Being, which is a bit higher up on the power scale. At least, this is what we suspect. None of this has been confirmed yet."
The former nazi held up a yellow legal pad. "I'm aware of everyone that enters the Building. No one has come from your dimension except you. If your partner is here, she's elsewhere. We know very little about the world outside the front doors. We only arrived recently and-"
A tremendous squawk announced the arrival of a bright yellow parakeet. It appeared out of thin air to land on the pad. Volker regarded it coolly, wondering what on Gallimaufry the Building's Manager was bitching about now. The bird tweeted and deposited a large, watery turd onto the paper, and then exploded with enough force to coat cultist and Residents with tiny yellow feathers.
She grasps her lantern, keeping the light shielded and turned off, and checking her affects. She had everything with her, for being kidnapped/invited to this cultist hideout/apartment, these people had not even made sure to disarm her. She wiped off the feathers from herself, quite sure some would still be on her for the rest of the day. She followed the odd lady, having done all she needed done, and rushed into the elevator. The place did not get any more sane than when she came in. Everything about this was odd, unsettling, and nonsensical. news-ridden death birds, cultist attendants, and how she didn't even know how she got here.Tiltjuice wrote:"If you see rabbit - eat it," Dora snarked to Drova's departing back, and turned to the others. Opa had a unique way of speaking, but that wasn't necessarily bad. Actually, she thought he was rather interesting, as far as desire for peace, even if his way of ensuring it was heavy-handed.
"I'm not familiar with any of those places," she admitted to Astra. "This is North Warnborough, if that proves familiar. As Volker says - " she winced visibly at the explosion " - we arrived not long ago." She blew a smoke ring in the direction Drova had gone.
"Come," she continued, casually. "I've had enough of the chill. Opa, join us if you like. I'll need to stop by my apartment, and then we can begin the tour."
Without further ado, she led the group up the back staircase. 2E was not so far away, and with characteristic quickness she was in and out, having thrown on one of Luce's dress shirts. It might have raised some eyebrows, but he was an old soul, patient and dignified in most things. Even when she wore shirts fresh from the wash right after coming back from exercising.
"Everything exciting for now is on the 6th floor and up," she confided as she guided them to the elevator. "Most of the lower floors' rooms are for Residents who have been here longer, but they're largely busy at the Time, I understand. There is a hospital on the 5th floor, but we can visit that last. I'm sure that's what everyone hopes for, any case."
Both the cheery ding and the motion of the elevator doors helped to calm the skittish woman, Dora hoped, as they all ascended. The walls seemed to grow out to accommodate Opa a bit. Another ding sounded announcing the lift car's arrival on the 6th floor, and lo and behold, a Welcome sign came into view. Furrowing a coppery brow, Dora rapped once on the ajar door and poked her head in.
"Hello?" she called.
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Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Cerillium » Thu Jan 14, 2016 7:58 am
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.
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by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Jan 14, 2016 10:26 am
Tiltjuice wrote:Another ding sounded announcing the lift car's arrival on the 6th floor, and lo and behold, a Welcome sign came into view. Furrowing a coppery brow, Dora rapped once on the ajar door and poked her head in.
"Hello?" she called.
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