PL: The EPIC OOC - closed thread

[Chedastan]

I mean I would give Romy to just anyone really, I would like to see what people would do with him.

Now for writing with someone's character, I'm stumped too.

I'll take you up on that! You won't see it until the weekend, though.

Works fine with me, you can have him and all his business proposals that'll go nowhere!

[Bone Fort]

His handler got shy and ran away. Yeah, that's it. *nods*

Also...

*pounces the clone and the original, and all the things in-between*

And we're in #NSP.

No I didn't. I barely noticed. Hell, I didn't even notice that Bones (the character) was seriously in the running for Swith (the character) until after he had lost to GT (the character)... Boy we were imaginative back then.

Now, if you're commenting on Totenkopf's relative lack of screentime, that's due to me getting overwhelmed playing all my other characters, and not really being sure what to do with the character.

I was on NSP earlier. I left when it became an endless parade of inside jokes.

[Monfrox]

His handler got shy and ran away. Yeah, that's it. *nods*

Also...

*pounces the clone and the original, and all the things in-between*

And we're in #NSP.

No I didn't. I barely noticed. Hell, I didn't even notice that Bones (the character) was seriously in the running for Swith (the character) until after he had lost to GT (the character)... Boy we were imaginative back then.

Now, if you're commenting on Totenkopf's relative lack of screentime, that's due to me getting overwhelmed playing all my other characters, and not really being sure what to do with the character.

I was on NSP earlier. I left when it became an endless parade of inside jokes.

That's what happens when you blink out of existence.

[Bone Fort]

That's what happens when you blink out of existence.

Things don't blink out of existence. You just stop noticing them.

[Monfrox]

That's what happens when you blink out of existence.

Things don't blink out of existence. You just stop noticing them.

I still think there's an extradimensional portal in my house that takes things at random.

[Bone Fort]

I still think there's an extradimensional portal in my house that takes things at random.

Now that's not true. It only takes one sock whenever you run the dryer.

[Monfrox]

I still think there's an extradimensional portal in my house that takes things at random.

Now that's not true. It only takes one sock whenever you run the dryer.

That's what it wants me to think...

Anyway, I'll get a post up sometime before the week ends. Been enjoying my vacation from work, but still going to need to get things worked around.

[Germanic Templars]

Well then, before I head to bed I just wanna say one thing

Happy Birthday to Bran. Yes I know, Bran isnt here anymore (at least to my knowledge) but Skype notified me. So when ya get the chance ya say Happy birthday to him.

And now I clock out for 5 hours.

[Primordial Luxa]

One-Shot challenge. Characters borrowed with their owners' permission, ship sailed without their knowledge.

The mirror’s silvery surface captured darkened pools, the shores of which were naught but a myriad of tattletale crinkles entrenching twin fathomless pupils. These floated in a pudding of bloodshot sclera, the tattletale manifestation of his own fatigue. The shade of each iris held no importance; few who chanced to gaze upon them lived long enough to whisper their observations to others.

The meager light cast by the tableside candle played havoc with his skin, rudely illuminating the flesh caught in its umber glow while tossing shadow upon the opposite side. It distorted his features and, not for the first time in his life, he vaguely wondered if others would look upon his raw countenance and cringe. His visage was the broken-winged robin thrashing about the field, and unwholesome creature tormented by the gods and left stranded. Such was his lot. Such was his choice.

Gloved hands plucked the golden mask from the polished wood. Nimbly they turned it to present the blackened lining for his inspection, and then it raised slowly and the magic imbued within fetched wispy tendrils towards his cheeks. It was a lover’s caress turned bitter, as insistent as nails clawing his back to urge him into completion. There was no petite mort in his future. The only release he would accept was death itself. And so he welcomed the intensity of pain radiating from his flesh as the mask fastened itself in place.

The sharp rapport of heels on marble reached his ear, and hands slipped to his cloak’s mantle to draw the hood. Insidious emerged from the crypt shortly after, passing him by without so much as a greeting. Good. Go, you simpering little bitch. He was never a patron of the arts. He thought her work tame and puerile. And she, for all her cruel love of misery, thought him nothing but a bitter old soldier past his prime –nothing more than a servant occupying space and resources when not disposing of the trash from their embassy. He spared her no look. There wasn’t any need. His feelings about her, and or even of the Ambassador, were of no consequence. Not in the grand scheme of things.

The door to her artisan’s workshop clicked shut. He paused, waiting until the rising screams indicated she was engrossed in her newest subject matter, and then gloved fingers pinched the wick to suffocate the flame.

His cloak’s heavy folds billowed about his legs as he strode down the hall. Watchful and protective spirits recoiled into the woodwork to avoid him as though his touch were toxic. To them, perhaps it was. Or perhaps it was that they sensed his mood and wished for nothing more than to be left in peace. Their whispers followed him – wheezed hisses and dissonant curses could not hold his imagination captive. This was his domain; he would not entertain their nonsense nor be fooled by their technique. Yet their insanity-song lingered in his mind as he left the embassy and stepped into the bright Building hall: you are empty; you are alone; you are nothing and your soul is ours.

The leather encasing his hand groaned as he tightened his fist. He thought at first to strike the wooden door, to leave a mark and scatter the spirits back into hiding. Such an act was pointless of course. He bowed, perhaps to his own futile fate, and departed.

Gallimaufry’s twin moons glared over his shoulders as he shambled down the gravel road towards the village. Though his footfalls remained soundless the crickets and other nocturnal creatures grew silent. Malaise radiated from him, a herald to what was to come, and the knowledge pleased him. Let them cringe in their dens and behind their leaves. Winter would strip their shelter from them soon enough and they would succumb to the cold. Everything withered and died in the end.

“Why do you always walk into the darkness?”

The voice was as unexpected as it was unsettling, as was her emergence from his shadow. He paused rather than trample her, his lip curling under his mask.

“Naomi, what do you want?” The tone was not polite.

The god’s head tilted to the left. Did she really find his question so confusing? She turned her face up at him and he caught the glimmer of the moons reflected in her eyes. Her arms extended to present a knitted grey blob. “I made this for you. It’s a scarf.”

Obviously. Seconds passed and the wind rose to play with her untidy hair and his own cloak. He sighed. “Why would you do that?”

The head tilted towards the right. “Because I love you.”

Ah, love. The silly bitch loved everyone. She was the personification of that emotion. Pathetic, weak, and as useless as the god standing before him. “I do not need your love.”

“I know. But you need a scarf. It’s almost winter.”

He accepted the foul gesture of her friendship without further argument. Better to get it over with and dispatch her quickly than to argue with her. He would burn the damn thing later. “This is not necessary but I thank y-”

“Shh,” a fingertip pressed itself against the immovable lips forged into the golden mask’s surface. “I know. I wanted to find a way to thank you for showing me that beautiful sky. Remember? Before we left Bielefeld?” Her visage twitched then, betraying her mood. Fingers wrought around themselves as she squirmed. She seemed at a loss to convey the dark thoughts nibbling at the fringes of her presumably perpetual joy. Her vibrant eyes glazed as tears welled and obscured the delicate filigree of his mask.

“Naomi-” he placed a hand on her shoulder to stem whatever childish nonsense was soon to emerge, but this was a mistake.

She drew a hitched breath from him as she curled herself into what little warm his body provided, her face burrowing into his chest. “I want to go home, Aegis. Can we go home?”

Her whispers mingled with those of the spirits in the hall and the soft groan of the wind. This was a child’s plea borne upon the wings of innocence rather than calculating dance of manipulation. So genuine was her hopeless emotion that he at first thought it had stemmed from within himself. Naomi was not one to crack. Yet hadn’t she, once before? Hadn’t the rumors flown of her loss of sanity and her homicidal bid to snuff all she loved? So bleak was her state that the gods turned their backs upon her. Aegis found himself wondering how he would conduct himself if all the universe expected him to remain upbeat and on kilter. Would his fortitude wane in time? He shuddered.

“Naomi, this isn’t necessary.”

His words fell on deaf ears. Her slender shoulders rose and fell as the tears began to stream. His cloak held the stains of many bodily fluids, all acquired by the savagery of his own hand, yet these new salty droplets horrified him. An odd thought flittered through his corrupted mind: how many tears had she shed on his behalf?

He departed the Building once before, offering her nothing by means of goodbye but a framed photograph of his actual face. She had never commented upon the gift. It was possible she had glanced at it and, repulsed, tossed it into a drawer or other gloomy place. Yet now he wasn’t so sure. His mind’s eye sculpted a scene before he could change his thoughts: the little god, always so upbeat, crumpled on the floor and weeping over the loss of a friend. That’s what he was to her, undoubtedly. Though he didn’t consider her anything more than an embarrassment (for all Chaos beings had a reputation to uphold), she saw him as somebody worthy of her-

“Enough, Naomi. We can’t go home,” his gloved fingers slipped between the strands of her hair to caress her scalp. Poor creature. She was as cut off from her pantheon as surely as he was from his own. “We’re trapped here. This is a gods forsaken hell hole.” He spoke as though addressing a small child caught up in a nightmare. For both of them, Gallimaufry was such.

Another thought bit at his consciousness: What if they were to run away? Take a Gate and flee? They could seek their own fortunes once more, returning to the service of their pantheons.

Aegis stepped back and gently extracted her small hands from his cloak. Her heart-shaped face lifted, her bottom lip quivering at the thought of his rejection. He sighed. Running away wasn’t the answer of course. It would mean doing the one thing he dreaded – allowing another individual to become close to him. Naomi and her love held the power necessary to banish degeneracy from his mind, to restore him, to heal his heart. Nonsense! He was in no need of healing. There was nothing amiss in his Luxan ways or habits. Yet this woman saw past his perversions and propensity for violence. The sum of his existence was easily calculated upon her pale fingers and, having tallied it in full, she did not reject him nor wish ill upon him.

She blinked away the last of her tears. His resolve wavered and, for the first time in his existence, he considered the joy to be had at a release that was not quite death itself. He suspected that her fingers would caress rather than clutch, and-

“Thank you for the scarf,” he looped the object around his neck and cast a tail over his shoulder. “You should go home and rest.” There. Finality. The temptation was put to bed. He snuffed the flames of love as easily as he had the candle in the hall.

Or so he wanted desperately to believe. Yet his heart felt otherwise as he watched her draw her shawl more tightly about her shoulders. She took to her tiptoes to plant a tender kiss upon the cold mask, “I’m glad you like the scarf. There’s spider silk in there.” Without another word, she departed from him.

Befuddled, his heart demanded he follow her back to the Building, and only his training kept him rooted to the spot as she vanished over the moor.

Aegis removed his glove to caress the material warming his neck. Fingers, so accustomed to detecting magic, felt the bitter traces of agony interlaced with the wool. It wasn’t cobwebs. The god had tortured the silk out of the spiders. He made no effort to suppress the delicious shudder.

Moonlight glinted off his mask as he strode towards the Building. The village was forgotten, as was his resolve to remain mired in his own torments. He passed a familiar form in the lobby. The lip once again curled into a sneer. Bones. Yet he was too late and, in his absence - well, to the victor goes the spoils.

- To be continued, maybe.

This is fantastic Ceril, I thoroughly approve. Its breathes new life into characters seen them being written by some else so skilled. My creativity and vision of Aegis as a character has ben reinvigorated. Thank you for that. It does remind me how my writing has suffered recently as I haven't had as much time to devote to PL.
I'm not sure how we would make such a story canon but I would love it to be.

Also nice to see the return of a classic member. Welcome back, Bones.

[Ganonsyoni]

I'll see about plosting tonight. Having dinner with my grannie, my two cousins, and my baby niece.

[Northwest Slobovia]

My plosts are delayed again; was working late. The muse of federal research grant applications flaked on me.

[Northwest Slobovia]

I was on NSP earlier. I left when it became an endless parade of inside jokes.

...inside jokes? We mentioned a couple of new players and then you left.

[Swith Witherward]

No I didn't. I barely noticed. Hell, I didn't even notice that Bones (the character) was seriously in the running for Swith (the character) until after he had lost to GT (the character)... Boy we were imaginative back then.

Now, if you're commenting on Totenkopf's relative lack of screentime, that's due to me getting overwhelmed playing all my other characters, and not really being sure what to do with the character.

I was on NSP earlier. I left when it became an endless parade of inside jokes.

I lost internet last night, unfortunately. I was bitter for hours.

This is fantastic Ceril, I thoroughly approve. Its breathes new life into characters seen them being written by some else so skilled. My creativity and vision of Aegis as a character has ben reinvigorated. Thank you for that. It does remind me how my writing has suffered recently as I haven't had as much time to devote to PL.
I'm not sure how we would make such a story canon but I would love it to be.

Also nice to see the return of a classic member. Welcome back, Bones.

"... and they all rejected me, honestly I don't know why everyone treats me like that."

"Stop it, Naomi! Thad left some flowers at the Lobby desk, and Aegis is looking for you. Oh and did you know Bones was back?"

"Really?" *ffffwwwwwwtttt... LOVE MODE!*

I think it would be fun.

Well then, before I head to bed I just wanna say one thing

Happy Birthday to Bran. Yes I know, Bran isnt here anymore (at least to my knowledge) but Skype notified me. So when ya get the chance ya say Happy birthday to him.

And now I clock out for 5 hours.

I tried to wish him Happy Birthday but his nation expired again.

[Giovenith]

Guys, we're badass now!

[Bone Fort]

...inside jokes? We mentioned a couple of new players and then you left.

It was the general stupidity going on. Everyone screaming about Icelandic penises and devolving from there. Not really an inside joke, but reminded me of the really stupid ones we used to have back before your time. They were mildly amusing at first but were grossly overused and rapidly became tired and annoying.

[Torsiedelle]

I sense....

Nah, I'm not sensing any fun here. Oh well.

[Northwest Slobovia]

...inside jokes? We mentioned a couple of new players and then you left.

It was the general stupidity going on. Everyone screaming about Icelandic penises and devolving from there. Not really an inside joke, but reminded me of the really stupid ones we used to have back before your time.

I find that comment very entertaining.

But in short, we were acting like any other group of silly people.

Meanwhile, I wonder why somebody would stay on this site for a decade. It seems baffling, but apparently people do.

[Giovenith]

It was the general stupidity going on. Everyone screaming about Icelandic penises and devolving from there. Not really an inside joke, but reminded me of the really stupid ones we used to have back before your time.

I find that comment very entertaining.

But in short, we were acting like any other group of silly people.

Meanwhile, I wonder why somebody would stay on this site for a decade. It seems baffling, but apparently people do.

Oh, you! *wags finger*

[Monfrox]

Guys, we're badass now!

Oh yeah, Jontron did that too. About the same reaction as well.

[Giovenith]

Guys, we're badass now!

Oh yeah, Jontron did that too. About the same reaction as well.

I shall call myself, Astaroth Ophelia MetalDust Dementia Dark'ness! The most powerful PL character to grace the Earth!

And you Mon, you shall be my sidekick, Albion ScarletAsh Apollyon Lucifer Sammael!

[Monfrox]

Oh yeah, Jontron did that too. About the same reaction as well.

I shall call myself, Astaroth Ophelia MetalDust Dementia Dark'ness! The most powerful PL character to grace the Earth!

And you Mon, you shall be my sidekick, Albion ScarletAsh Apollyon Lucifer Sammael!

I know what at least two of those words are, and that's good enough for me.

[Germanic Templars]

No I didn't. I barely noticed. Hell, I didn't even notice that Bones (the character) was seriously in the running for Swith (the character) until after he had lost to GT (the character)... Boy we were imaginative back then.

Now, if you're commenting on Totenkopf's relative lack of screentime, that's due to me getting overwhelmed playing all my other characters, and not really being sure what to do with the character.

I was on NSP earlier. I left when it became an endless parade of inside jokes.

I lost internet last night, unfortunately. I was bitter for hours.

This is fantastic Ceril, I thoroughly approve. Its breathes new life into characters seen them being written by some else so skilled. My creativity and vision of Aegis as a character has ben reinvigorated. Thank you for that. It does remind me how my writing has suffered recently as I haven't had as much time to devote to PL.
I'm not sure how we would make such a story canon but I would love it to be.

Also nice to see the return of a classic member. Welcome back, Bones.

"... and they all rejected me, honestly I don't know why everyone treats me like that."

"Stop it, Naomi! Thad left some flowers at the Lobby desk, and Aegis is looking for you. Oh and did you know Bones was back?"

"Really?" *ffffwwwwwwtttt... LOVE MODE!*

I think it would be fun.

Well then, before I head to bed I just wanna say one thing

Happy Birthday to Bran. Yes I know, Bran isnt here anymore (at least to my knowledge) but Skype notified me. So when ya get the chance ya say Happy birthday to him.

And now I clock out for 5 hours.

I tried to wish him Happy Birthday but his nation expired again.

Can give steam or Skype.

[Swith Witherward]

Can give steam or Skype.

Just let him know I said "Happy Birthday".


Meanwhile...

[01:40] <NWS> anyway, swith? should we run a toon RP? or maybe a run of PL toon?
[01:40] <NWS>
[01:40] <SquirrelAks> toon rp?
[01:40] <Tori> I'd suggested a concept like that earlier.
[01:40] <Tori> Not an RP though.
[01:40] <Tori> Because no.
[01:40] <NWS> _toon_ is a cartoon rp.
[01:40] <NWS> look it up.
[01:40] <Swith> PL: Toonified
[01:40] <Swith> oh that... that would be fun!
[01:40] <NWS> yes!
[01:41] <Swith> lemme drop the suggestion into the ooc!
[01:41] <NWS> yay!

^ Maybe a cross between Personification Player and Toonification? Dunno. Everyone weigh in!

[Holy Lykos]

Ye,s all I need to say is ye,s

[Torsiedelle]

I came up with something similar to that toon concept...but not an RP.

Anyways, I'm not too interested.