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by The Carlisle » Thu Nov 26, 2015 11:05 am
by Primordial Luxa » Thu Nov 26, 2015 1:56 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 Swith Witherward » Thu Nov 26, 2015 2:44 pm
★ Madhouse ★
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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 » Thu Nov 26, 2015 7:48 pm
★ 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 Primordial Luxa » Thu Nov 26, 2015 9:27 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 Giovenith » Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:02 am
by Highfort » Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:54 am
by Charmera » Fri Nov 27, 2015 2:13 am
Swith Witherward wrote:LOBBY
"You are exactly where you are meant to be," Volker lowered his eyes to observe the newcomer, "And we know your name because you have been chosen to join the other Residents at this Building. As to who would choose you? Mr. Demens, of course. The landlord. You must have an ability or talent that he deems useful."
His hand swept towards the Building's front doors where the gloom of the pre-dawn hour hung. Thick fog prevented Asdra from seeing much beyond the front porch. "Do not ask where the Building is. We haven't figured that out yet. We were awoken yesterday morning by a loud bang, and we discovered ourselves here in this dimension. We came from a placed called Bielefeld. We don't know why we are here, or what purpose we'll serve, but we've come to trust Demens over the years. He always puts our best interests first."
Volker leaned forward and lowered his Bavarian-accented voice to a conspiratorial tone, "But outside those doors, Miss, are some wondrous things. Minotaurs and centaurs, wizards and fairies. Yet inside this Building, you'll find much of the same. Magic users and cyborgs, strange alien biomachines and androids, humble humans and daemon hosts, angels and demons. You've been thrust into the midst of a strange ensemble, and invited to a truly epic waltz. Don't be afraid, and don't let it pass you by, Asdra Karenis. Immerse yourself in it and savor every last bite."
The fluttering of soft wings drew his attention. A vibrant green parakeet soared through the lobby and landed on the desk between them. It screeched a loud TWEET! and then violently exploded, leaving behind only a few feathers and a green envelope. Volker plucked it from the surface and blew some downy plumes from it before peeking inside.
"Ah, this is for Chrys or Minerva. Building manager's permission for the chicken coop. Here, if you sign your lease quickly, you can bring it to them," he slid a clipboard across the desk. A standard lease agreement was attached to it. "As for the Building's amenities? There's a pool and sauna on this floor, as well as a library. Upstairs you'll find a communal dining room, a kitchen, and a recreational room. The roof has a nice seating area and some turrets. Try to stay out of the maintenance corridor unless you're going out the back door, and leave off the lower floors; the tech priests get fussy when people fuck around their forges."
He patiently waited for Asdra to sign her name, then exchanged the clipboard for a golden key. "Put the key in your apartment door. You'll find it suits your needs perfectly. You'll be in 6J. I recommend you take the lifts. Minerva and Chrys are on the second floor, in the dining room with other Residents. Please take this envelope to one of them."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Northwest Slobovia » Fri Nov 27, 2015 9:47 am
by Tiltjuice » Fri Nov 27, 2015 10:18 am
Charmera wrote:Swith Witherward wrote:LOBBY
"You are exactly where you are meant to be," Volker lowered his eyes to observe the newcomer, "And we know your name because you have been chosen to join the other Residents at this Building. As to who would choose you? Mr. Demens, of course. The landlord. You must have an ability or talent that he deems useful."
His hand swept towards the Building's front doors where the gloom of the pre-dawn hour hung. Thick fog prevented Asdra from seeing much beyond the front porch. "Do not ask where the Building is. We haven't figured that out yet. We were awoken yesterday morning by a loud bang, and we discovered ourselves here in this dimension. We came from a placed called Bielefeld. We don't know why we are here, or what purpose we'll serve, but we've come to trust Demens over the years. He always puts our best interests first."
Volker leaned forward and lowered his Bavarian-accented voice to a conspiratorial tone, "But outside those doors, Miss, are some wondrous things. Minotaurs and centaurs, wizards and fairies. Yet inside this Building, you'll find much of the same. Magic users and cyborgs, strange alien biomachines and androids, humble humans and daemon hosts, angels and demons. You've been thrust into the midst of a strange ensemble, and invited to a truly epic waltz. Don't be afraid, and don't let it pass you by, Asdra Karenis. Immerse yourself in it and savor every last bite."
The fluttering of soft wings drew his attention. A vibrant green parakeet soared through the lobby and landed on the desk between them. It screeched a loud TWEET! and then violently exploded, leaving behind only a few feathers and a green envelope. Volker plucked it from the surface and blew some downy plumes from it before peeking inside.
"Ah, this is for Chrys or Minerva. Building manager's permission for the chicken coop. Here, if you sign your lease quickly, you can bring it to them," he slid a clipboard across the desk. A standard lease agreement was attached to it. "As for the Building's amenities? There's a pool and sauna on this floor, as well as a library. Upstairs you'll find a communal dining room, a kitchen, and a recreational room. The roof has a nice seating area and some turrets. Try to stay out of the maintenance corridor unless you're going out the back door, and leave off the lower floors; the tech priests get fussy when people fuck around their forges."
He patiently waited for Asdra to sign her name, then exchanged the clipboard for a golden key. "Put the key in your apartment door. You'll find it suits your needs perfectly. You'll be in 6J. I recommend you take the lifts. Minerva and Chrys are on the second floor, in the dining room with other Residents. Please take this envelope to one of them."
Asdra looked at the clipboard, at first unsure whether or not this was all a dream of some sort. But she reasoned this was too... strange to be a dream. Exploding birds were the kinds of things she wasn't accustomed to seeing. She considered what was left behind her for a moment, her forge, her life, her tools. And she was suppose to just sign a clipboard. But then again, she was far too curious now and realistically she saw no other alternative considering where she now was in relation to where she had been before. No choice but to embrace the change. Being stubborn would likely not help, and she wished to find out more about this place. Were there metals she could use with new exciting properties? Was there anyone else with her runecraft talents? It stood to reason there could be, but she doubted it. It didn't seem like she would have been selected or whatever if that were the case, since she doubted she was here because of her good looks and winning smile.
Plus, she got an apartment out of the deal. So that was great at least. She signed her name.
"Before I go... I need to ask a few questions." She spoke. "I know I have my hammer," She could feel it attached to her belt. "But what happened to the rest of my tools? Are they in my room, or have they been left behind?" She then paused. "Also, I'm guessing going back is out of the question too."
I'll see if I can deliver whatever this envelope is before I go to my room. Might as well, since floor 2 in on the way to floor 6.
by The BranRiech » Fri Nov 27, 2015 11:40 am
by Cerillium » Fri Nov 27, 2015 3:25 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 Fvaarniimar » Fri Nov 27, 2015 4:37 pm
by Chedastan » Fri Nov 27, 2015 6:37 pm
by Charmera » Fri Nov 27, 2015 7:19 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Charmera wrote:Asdra looked at the clipboard, at first unsure whether or not this was all a dream of some sort. But she reasoned this was too... strange to be a dream. Exploding birds were the kinds of things she wasn't accustomed to seeing. She considered what was left behind her for a moment, her forge, her life, her tools. And she was suppose to just sign a clipboard. But then again, she was far too curious now and realistically she saw no other alternative considering where she now was in relation to where she had been before. No choice but to embrace the change. Being stubborn would likely not help, and she wished to find out more about this place. Were there metals she could use with new exciting properties? Was there anyone else with her runecraft talents? It stood to reason there could be, but she doubted it. It didn't seem like she would have been selected or whatever if that were the case, since she doubted she was here because of her good looks and winning smile.
Plus, she got an apartment out of the deal. So that was great at least. She signed her name.
"Before I go... I need to ask a few questions." She spoke. "I know I have my hammer," She could feel it attached to her belt. "But what happened to the rest of my tools? Are they in my room, or have they been left behind?" She then paused. "Also, I'm guessing going back is out of the question too."
I'll see if I can deliver whatever this envelope is before I go to my room. Might as well, since floor 2 in on the way to floor 6.
"Residents have come and gone in the past," Volker allowed, "yet most stay, and the Building is the better for it, no matter who and what they are. In the end you should find they are all people, merely that some have a few extra parts or skills. As you do yourself."
He clapped his hands together lightly, then brought them apart again. "Mr. Demens has an uncanny ability to know the needs of new tenants. All their belongings, without fail, await them in their new lodgings."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by The Carlisle » Fri Nov 27, 2015 7:33 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sat Nov 28, 2015 4:51 pm
by Charmera » Sat Nov 28, 2015 8:09 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:The scene that met Asdra's eyes as she stepped off the elevator included a tall man with knife in hand, a beige-haired winged creature, and two seemingly ageless women - one taller and somewhat, possibly, resembling Asdra herself; the other shorter, pale-skinned and blonde, clad in an unusual tan and gray uniform with a sheathed sword angled across her back. The winged one's expression hinted at a sharp-toothed grin, though the intent behind it only a keen observer could tell; he also seemed to have taken a certain interest in the shorter woman's ice blue eyes. Drifts of the conversation reached Asdra's ears - something about chickens and building and wood?
Beyond them, immediately in the field of view, were another three figures. A rough-looking redhead, an average-looking friendly man with a half-eaten waffle, and a smaller chalk-white man with green eyes and black hair, shorter even than the woman with the sword. Who, at this point, had looked 'round instinctively in response to the elevator's chiming and walked balletically toward Asdra, excusing herself quickly to the winged man. Extending a hand in greeting, the woman smiled warmly.
"Hello, have you just moved in? If so, you came to the right place. I'm Chrysanthe - or Chrys, for short. Sorry for the hubbub - we're in the middle of figuring a few things out in our new environment here. You're welcome to join, if you like, and I can introduce you to everyone."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Tiltjuice » Sat Nov 28, 2015 9:44 pm
by Germanic Templars » Sun Nov 29, 2015 12:53 am
by Charmera » Sun Nov 29, 2015 6:26 am
Tiltjuice wrote:The envelope disappeared into Chrys' pocket, rather carelessly; the note inside read more carefully.
"Oh, perfect! Demens never misses a trick. Almost unnerving, in a way. But he never bothers us, so it's not so much a bother. Come on. Minerva - or the Captain as some call her - is the red-haired woman. The man next to her with the waffle is Bran Nikanor. The more colorful one is - uh, I think his name is Cat. He's a new Resident, too. My feathery friend is Drova. He's royalty of a sort," she mentioned confidentially. "Along with him in the crown club is Thriller, who's an emperor, but remarkably casual about that and his height. My counterpart over here is Anais, who leads a mystical guild. Finally, my sword. I really must apologize, but I came from a rough neighborhood some time ago, and I'm still in the habit of wearing it. Not to mention it's part of my work, but that's for another time."
She stepped back and looked at both groups at large. "Ah, Captain, I hope I don't intrude...?"
Germanic Templars wrote:Fresh, black coffee from the new batch from the pot steamed out of Thriller's German Shepard coffee cup. His thick cigar smoldered in a personal ashtray of his as he sat back at the table, reconsidering his plans that he made, wondering if he should go back and revise them. The fragile state of his empire strained the emperor's patience with this universe they were condemned to. Enough to the point where he was vigorously combing through his beard with his rough fingers, not even stroking it like a wise man would.
Along with him in the crown club is Thriller, who's an emperor... Thriller's mind stopped to the sound of his name being thrown about. He maybe legally blind, but he was not Helen Keller and he could still hear pretty well after years of war. Thriller's fingers lifted out of the beard, motioning over to rest in his lap with the rest of his forearm while his other hand - right hand - burrowed into his trench coat behind the left breast pocket.
His eyes glanced up at Chrys and the new person, Asdra. Oh, introduction, how quaint. "i'm only 6 foot 4 without my mech suit. 8 foot with the one in the apartment, and 12 foot back on Gliese. Yes I wear different suits for different occasions." Thriller chimed. "Full name is Cornelius Thriller, lass. Forgive me if I look like shit, I just got done with some plans I have been working on for a few days."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Cerillium » Sun Nov 29, 2015 11:30 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.
by The BranRiech » Sun Nov 29, 2015 11:51 am
by Cerillium » Sun Nov 29, 2015 11:56 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.
by Cerillium » Sun Nov 29, 2015 12:46 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.
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