A Lowly Wretch

Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

Gangraena

It sure was nice of them to let her out of that box. She kinda had to stitch herself back together again but at least she had the time.

There she stood, staring out of her cell like always. She never slept, she never sat down. She just stood, looking out from her cell and trying to strike up a conversation with anyone in earshot of her. Such as it was always, such as it was when they came to take her down to the breakfast hall. It sure was nice of them to let her sit down with the others even though she didn't even eat.

Lined up with all the rest her wrists and ankles were manacled and she was led along like all the rest. Much like every other time she was sat alongside the inmates of her row at the same table. She noticed something different almost immediately however. The guard's presence here was much more relaxed than prior. She knew this because ordinarily they'd strike her upside the head for talking like she was about to, just like every other time.

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"Hiii Eeverryy boodyy!" She gave a cheerful wave to all her new 'Friends', her chains clanking about with her excitable waving about.

"Heeyyy, Youu knoww whaat's funnyy?" She leaned over and spoke to the bird masked friend she was sat next to, just like always. Unlike the others she wasn't whispering either, just yammering in her normal somewhat-above-indoor-voice volume.

"The guaarrds arre beeing laazyy toodaayy!" She chimed merrily. "Theeyy aren't eeven staanding by to hit us liiike nooormaal!" By us she pretty much meant her since she had a way of drawing most of the ire with her happy carefree nature. Despite the abuse it never really sank in, especially since she couldn't feel pain. It wasn't like she was inciting a mass escape either so they were reluctant to cut her head off over the matter of her exuberance for the time being.

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"Laaazy laaazy guaarrdss~! But thaaat's oookaaay!" She rocked from left to right as she sang, each word drawn out in her undead drawl which held a hollow ring as though her voice was echoing forth from the bottom of a fathomless abyss. Her somewhat tall and lithe body bumped into the masked friend and her friend with the big floofy wings as she sang her little jab at the guards.

Floofy? She briefly considered her phrasing on her mental description of her other bird friend's wings. Aren't they feathery though? What would that make them? Floofery? Featherloofy?

"Saayy," She turned to the bird friend with the big wings, dropping her arms back down on the table with a rattling thud, the rattling coming from the bowls of gruel that shook from the impact.

"Hooww woouuld yooouuu descriibe yoouurr wiinngs? Fllooffyy? Feeaatherryy? Flloooferry? Feeaatheerlooffy?" She was distracted by her white and black motley colored wings, more specifically with how soft they looked. She didn't have much of a sense of touch but that didn't stop her from instinctively reaching out to touch them with her stitch laden bluish-grey fingers.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Dealdric - That is a shame.

As I've said, though, I'll continue to host this rp for all those still participating. Any and all who are still with me can be assured that there is much in store.

For those joining this do rest assured that the event will allow for you to join soon. I estimate it will be within two to three posts into the event.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@ZAVAZggg I need to fully initiate the event first. I'll let you all know when to put your CS's forward on the OOC.

Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

I'll try and get my post up tomorrow evening. Gang will be making her entrance and spear-heading the escape with her trademarked "Subtlety" and "Calm Demeanor."

It's gonna be a blast.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR - I've mostly been waiting on @LuckyBlackCat's response.

Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

Oh boy, looks like all of our characters are going to have to plan a prison escape!

Looks like everyone is going to have to be

S T E A L T H Y ! ! !

Can't wait to see how well it goes.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

The post is up and the event has reached it's climax. Whatever comes of it will be seen in time but at the moment I leave you all with the universal chime: A massive deep chiming sound which resonates throughout the minds of all deities. The palace awaits.

I've tagged everyone I believe may still be involved. If I didn't tag you and you're still involved do let me know. If I did tag you and you are no longer participating please also let me know. It's been a week or two and my memory is well and far divided.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Dusk was settling on the evening horizon. The great tree's branches blotted out the reddening light of the sun as clouds tangled through the long forks in the branches like wisps of cotton through one's fingers. Those who were trapped below the strange canopy of the many trees could see little of the sky and those who remained above saw nary a sign of the ground. One thing everyone could see however was that the twin strands which danced around one another were tightening ever faster.

The spiral hardened into what almost appeared to be a single column of twisting light, deep earthy green energy intertwined with the pale white glow of divine power. The two twisted tighter and tighter like they were two snakes attempting to strangle the other, this rotation perpetuating in an ever constantly accelerating pace. As the lines of distinction which separated the two forces started to blur however there was what appeared to be a visual snap, two separate forces now joined as one in a single beam shining bright into the sky. Faster than a candle snuffed out by a waterfall the light suddenly stopped, both ends of the force retracting back to it's center at the speed of light.

Deep, deeper still a small hair no larger than one plucked from a human woman's head softly swayed upon the air as it fell, the pale white essence tinged with a faint green glow. The Divine Cord of Plants had been born, still yet without shape as it descended down the shaft within the middle of the great tree. The spire which had long ago been swallowed up into the body of the tree itself had turned grey, the black colour which previously sustained it having retreated back to the core where it once again covered the hole which once was as though it never appeared. The core was whole once more. Perfect, smooth, spherical to an absolute degree.

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All the dragons which had yet to flee where rooted within this hybrid of a forest and a jungle, their bodies now equal parts dragon and tree in their own right. They still commanded their own bodies but they were more plant than beast by now. The humans who were taken up by the trees found themselves bonded to the wood, alive and merged with these great wooden bodies. Their minds were joined, their thoughts heard by all who's roots were joined with theirs. Many voices from many minds spoken across an inaudible network of living bonds. The loudest and most numerous of these voices were those merged with the great tree itself. Given stability and purpose by their wisest voice, The wise woman Udrassa, They ushered a tone and feeling of order and calm to all those who still found turmoil in the loss of their humanity. The tree brought peace where once chaos prevailed and so the many voices deliberated across their shared mind as to what to make of this.

Hayim could sense the abatement of pain as the fighting settled, the light now gone as was the aura. Even the aftermath of Ragnageddon's contribution came to rest with the passage of time, the many seeds bringing this strange new pepper into the world. The forest was a hectic mashup of divine forces which collided with the power of plants, all those who participated having brought strange new flora into existence through this great strife.

While changed the land could rest for now.

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Meanwhile in the depths of North Crown

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Old, dried scraps were all that remained of her former flesh. She sat with her knees to the floor, hunched over the last of the remains as she chewed the last vestiges of her divine power from the old chips of skull which once was her head. This change was baffling, frightening even. Things which never mattered before brought her discomfort and shame, deeply human concerns. She was the embodiment of fear from the mortal world both of primal fears which all fauna held and of the more complex fears invented by human imagination. Her fear of the light was an element baked into her very being simply by the nature of what she was: Darkness incarnate. She feared her sibling and hated them much like a beast would. But now... It was a web of concerns that occupied her mind. The types of concerns she'd of never considered before.

One thing for certain was that she knew she was alone. This may have brought her sadness before but now she felt a certain fear towards the maddening silence such isolation brought. Were it not for her ties to the shadows and night sky she'd fear she was no longer real. It was certain, she needed to change.

Before that could happen though a deep chime rang out. It rang not through the dark cavern halls but through the halls of her mind. The ringing of the chime carried for some time, resonations lingering as slowly it faded. The chime did not come alone however. The sound which pierced her mind carried with it a deep exhaustion. She felt tired and weary. It was like she was a mortal who had spent several days walking though her feet did not hurt. It was simply exhaustion of a purely mental origin.

She was not alone in this feeling. All throughout Tabrasa every deity, every being in possession of a Divine Cord could hear this chime. It rang through their minds, as did the exhaustion which followed. It was not unstoppable, the exhaustion could be resisted with some will.

At least this time perhaps.

As for Oao herself she felt great concern. Should she succumb she'd be easy prey for whatever might come for her. Scared of this thought she retreated down into the heart of the caves, surrounded on all sides by an enormous labyrinth of caverns caked in her dark webbing. The very same ichorous plaster which served to keep all prying eyes, divine or otherwise, from seeing into her domain she used to start crafting a strange shell on the floor. She could only hope she'd have enough time to finish before the chime overtook her consciousness.

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Meanwhile back in the strange forest

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A large strange pod had grown from the forest floor. It looked like a pea pod but what laid inside looked nothing like peas. It was strange and lumpy like a humanoid form trapped within.

Within this pod was the girl who Hayim forsook. She slept in dreamless stasis, her time to hatch forth approaching in the hours to come. What had become of her though was yet to be known.

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Relevant to: @Noodles@Lmpkio@Duoya@Dealdric@Lord Zee@Leotamer@Vega7@Stern Algorithm@ZekariVoblis@jetipster@Kalas@Archangel89

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Evening, everyone.

While I've been fairly busy as of the last couple of weeks (And quite sick for the most of it) for the most part I've been waiting to see if Kalas has come on so I could get in contact. It would seem, however, that they haven't been on for eight days.

As such I shall progress the current scene in exclusion of their character's presence. To all those who are still on board I'll be initiating countdown to the event within the same post.

To everyone claiming this project is dead I do not intend to let it die until I am the last person posting. All who are still with me can expect this update by tonight in my time zone.

Edit: One quick note; For everyone who's been writing up collab posts You'll have until the final countdown post to get your posts in before the next event initiates at which point everyone still active will be involved. To those waiting on joining this rp I'll see to getting your characters introduced shortly into this event.

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (DEMO MODE)

I'm on board as you may already know.