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I'd totally be up for a SAO RP... or maybe something else!
I'd totally be up for a SAO RP... or maybe something else!
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Hi! Ever since I finished reading the script of Cursed Child, I've been mulling over some ideas about what might have happened after the story ends. Specifically, I've wanted to explore the dynamic between the villain and several other characters that might have been present if the story had been presented in book format instead. So I thought it would be fun to run an RP taking place anywhere from 0-5 years after the end of Cursed Child.
Specifically, I want to play Delphi opposite one of several characters of your choice. The characters are Harry, Albus, Teddy Lupin, Draco, or Scorpius. I'm also willing to play opposite an OC or another canon character you may be interested in playing. The RP may or may not have romance, but if it does, I would want both you and your character to be 18+. (Meaning we'd have to fast forward a few years if you were playing Albus or Scorpius.)
The exact nature of the plot would depend on which character you choose, so I was hoping we could expand on the plot together. If anyone is interested, please shoot me a PM! Thanks for reading my thread. ^.^
Specifically, I want to play Delphi opposite one of several characters of your choice. The characters are Harry, Albus, Teddy Lupin, Draco, or Scorpius. I'm also willing to play opposite an OC or another canon character you may be interested in playing. The RP may or may not have romance, but if it does, I would want both you and your character to be 18+. (Meaning we'd have to fast forward a few years if you were playing Albus or Scorpius.)
The exact nature of the plot would depend on which character you choose, so I was hoping we could expand on the plot together. If anyone is interested, please shoot me a PM! Thanks for reading my thread. ^.^
Abby let out a little yelp as Andy nearly went running off a cliff.
"You're insane!" she said, dodging out of the way as he fell backward. He didn't seem hurt; he didn't even seem scared. Abby sighed and made a noise somewhere between anger and concern. Only belatedly did she remember that, even if Andy had taken a leap, he would have been all right eventually. She inched closer to the edge, wary. The fall seemed fairly steep, though it was climbable, as Cam was proving. Making the slow descent seemed grueling; perhaps Andy had been on to something, and jumping really was the way to go. If Abby hadn't been such a coward, she might have tried it.
She glanced upward, upon the city brimming with light. It was as beautiful at night as it seemed strange under daylight. Tearing her eyes away from the spectacle, Abby turned her attention back to her companions and realized Ricardo had just asked about her.
"I'm here," she said, hanging her legs over a ledge to begin her dainty descent. Climbing, she imagined, was difficult enough even with the proper gear; she was doing it barefoot and in a skirt. She'd been through enough pain for one day, so she would do it slowly. Anyone who found that funny would find themselves on the wrong her of whatever weapons she could get her hands on; here, she could show them her wrath without lasting consequences.
"So, where do we go from here?" she said, pressing her feet against the cold stone and shifting her weight to the surface below. "Did any of you see any hologram-person-thingy who told you what to do next?"
"You're insane!" she said, dodging out of the way as he fell backward. He didn't seem hurt; he didn't even seem scared. Abby sighed and made a noise somewhere between anger and concern. Only belatedly did she remember that, even if Andy had taken a leap, he would have been all right eventually. She inched closer to the edge, wary. The fall seemed fairly steep, though it was climbable, as Cam was proving. Making the slow descent seemed grueling; perhaps Andy had been on to something, and jumping really was the way to go. If Abby hadn't been such a coward, she might have tried it.
She glanced upward, upon the city brimming with light. It was as beautiful at night as it seemed strange under daylight. Tearing her eyes away from the spectacle, Abby turned her attention back to her companions and realized Ricardo had just asked about her.
"I'm here," she said, hanging her legs over a ledge to begin her dainty descent. Climbing, she imagined, was difficult enough even with the proper gear; she was doing it barefoot and in a skirt. She'd been through enough pain for one day, so she would do it slowly. Anyone who found that funny would find themselves on the wrong her of whatever weapons she could get her hands on; here, she could show them her wrath without lasting consequences.
"So, where do we go from here?" she said, pressing her feet against the cold stone and shifting her weight to the surface below. "Did any of you see any hologram-person-thingy who told you what to do next?"
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Lyra wept all the harder as Stasya wrapped an arm around her like the mother who had abandoned her once had. She whispered comforting words, none of which Lyra understood but her own name. She shivered when she heard that name. The one her parents had given her. It was a reminder of where she came from... of who had betrayed her. She had trusted them, and they had used her. She wouldn't repeat that mistake. Not with them and not with the girl who was at the moment the only thing between her and complete despair. No one could be trusted.
"I want to leave. Now," she said between sobs. Of course, she knew that her companion couldn't grant that wish. She, like Lyra, was only a child. She weakly tugged at the restraints connecting her to her bed. Of course, they gave no avail. Not to her. She was too weak. But Stasya might not be.
"Those claws," she said, forming imaginary ones with her own fingers to illustrate the point. "I don't know what fabric the cuffs are made of, but I bet you could cut them up. Break them and escape with me. If you can get me somewhere dark I won't be a burden... we can travel at night and sleep during the day. Please. If you don't, I..."
She flexed her fingers helplessly. She'd never been very good at tying a knot. It would be difficult to hang herself with her bed sheets - and if she failed, her arms would probably get locked up, too. But what other choice did she have? She had to get out, one way or another. She was no longer living the coddled life she had been only a day ago. Sometimes, it would be necessary to take risks...
Lyra wept all the harder as Stasya wrapped an arm around her like the mother who had abandoned her once had. She whispered comforting words, none of which Lyra understood but her own name. She shivered when she heard that name. The one her parents had given her. It was a reminder of where she came from... of who had betrayed her. She had trusted them, and they had used her. She wouldn't repeat that mistake. Not with them and not with the girl who was at the moment the only thing between her and complete despair. No one could be trusted.
"I want to leave. Now," she said between sobs. Of course, she knew that her companion couldn't grant that wish. She, like Lyra, was only a child. She weakly tugged at the restraints connecting her to her bed. Of course, they gave no avail. Not to her. She was too weak. But Stasya might not be.
"Those claws," she said, forming imaginary ones with her own fingers to illustrate the point. "I don't know what fabric the cuffs are made of, but I bet you could cut them up. Break them and escape with me. If you can get me somewhere dark I won't be a burden... we can travel at night and sleep during the day. Please. If you don't, I..."
She flexed her fingers helplessly. She'd never been very good at tying a knot. It would be difficult to hang herself with her bed sheets - and if she failed, her arms would probably get locked up, too. But what other choice did she have? She had to get out, one way or another. She was no longer living the coddled life she had been only a day ago. Sometimes, it would be necessary to take risks...
Lyra froze in her bed as someone knocked on the door. For a moment, she feared it would be Nathan, or another of the sickos responsible for keeping her here. Her worries were dispelled when she heard her visitor's voice. Stasya.
She wiped at her eyes with her blankets and propped herself up with her elbows, pulling taut the restraints connecting her to the bed. "Stasya!" she said warily, "They took you away! I was worried." She bit her lip at the lie. In truth, she'd had no time to spare worrying about anyone other than herself. She was a coward to the core.
"What happened to you?" she asked as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. She was a mess. "They took you away, then they took the rest of us, and he locked me up here and gave me a letter and..." She hesitated midsentence, vaguely aware that the other girl wouldn't understand a word she said. But she had to talk to someone. If she kept it bottled up inside, it would only get worse.
"My parents... they betrayed me. Sold me to this place. They're probably among the investors who paid for us to be kidnapped. I hate them! Because of them, there's no point in running... no one loves me... I should lie in this bed and refuse to eat until I die! I..." She trailed off as she dissolved into outright sobbing. Helpless. Unwanted. Worthless. Crippled. What was the point in going on?
She wiped at her eyes with her blankets and propped herself up with her elbows, pulling taut the restraints connecting her to the bed. "Stasya!" she said warily, "They took you away! I was worried." She bit her lip at the lie. In truth, she'd had no time to spare worrying about anyone other than herself. She was a coward to the core.
"What happened to you?" she asked as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. She was a mess. "They took you away, then they took the rest of us, and he locked me up here and gave me a letter and..." She hesitated midsentence, vaguely aware that the other girl wouldn't understand a word she said. But she had to talk to someone. If she kept it bottled up inside, it would only get worse.
"My parents... they betrayed me. Sold me to this place. They're probably among the investors who paid for us to be kidnapped. I hate them! Because of them, there's no point in running... no one loves me... I should lie in this bed and refuse to eat until I die! I..." She trailed off as she dissolved into outright sobbing. Helpless. Unwanted. Worthless. Crippled. What was the point in going on?
Once the rest of the captives went off to meet their coaches, Lyra sat where she was, looking around and feeling awkward. Since Stasya had been taken away, she had no one to help her find her coach. She bit her lip, folding her hands in her lap. She was one of the few people present who was using a wheelchair. Her coach would surely know of her affliction. Perhaps...
"Lyra?"
The man strode over to her once she met his gaze. He was young, and had short, dark hair. He was also fairly attractive. Lyra felt herself blushing as he stopped in front of her, adjusting his glasses before holding out a hand for her to shake. "My name's Nathan," he said, "I'll be your coach."
"Nice to meet you," Lyra said perfunctorily. Nathan moved behind her and began pushing her wheelchair. They traveled in silence, with Lyra staring at her hands, which were folded in her lap. Once they had arrived in the room she'd awoken in, Nathan gently picked her up and set her on the bed.
"I know you mean well," she began, recalling the words she'd come up with on the way here. "But I really think I don't belong here. I'm sick... I don't have any powers." Of course, she didn't believe there were superpowers at all. But it would be far too rude - too needlessly hostile - to call them out on the lie. Better to play along.
"Actually, it's the other way around," said Nathan, taking a chair beside her. "You're not sick - the weakness you've been dealing with your whole life is a manifestation of your power. Our technology doesn't make mistakes. Your strength returns in the dark, right? That's because you have an affinity for darkness. Light, on the other hand, is a sort of weakness of yours."
Lyra bit her lip. "But you're negating our powers somehow, right?" she asked. "So shouldn't I be able to walk around like normal?"
"Some of us thought you would be," said Nathan, frowning. "Others... well, I guess they were right. Whatever your power did to your body, it left some sort of lasting damage."
"So I am sick," said Lyra, struggling to keep her irritation invisible. "I don't see the point in studying this 'power'. It doesn't do me any good; it's just a burden."
"Our devices say otherwise. You should be able to do quite a bit more than you have so far with your ability. Your whole life, the darkness has manipulated you. It should be possible for you to turn the tables."
"Prove it," said Lyra bossily. Then, her cheeks blazed. A lady of her stature was not supposed to behave some boorishly to a man she barely knew!
But Nathan grinned. "All in good time. For now, we have tests to do. At the moment, all that will involve is taking a little of your blood. I trust you've grown accustomed to the process."
Lyra glared, but her out her left arm obediently. As much as she wanted to refuse, she knew that she couldn't stop her captors from doing what they wanted to her. So she would endure the process, as she had a hundred times before.
After fiddling with his instruments, Nathan approached with a needle in hand. Lyra clenched her jaw and shut her eyes, as she always did. It took Nathan an oddly long time to slide the needle into her arm - just when she was about to open her eyes to see what was the matter, that familiar pinch stung her, and shrill sound of surprise escaped her lips. She didn't open her eyes again until the pain was mostly gone, and she felt a bandage being placed over the vein that had been broken.
Restraints had been placed on her ankles, tethering her to the bed.
"How d-"
Nathan held up a hand, smiling a little. "We know you must be scared and worried. We can't have you hurting yourself falling out of bed in a misguided attempt to escape. You'll be safer this way." He pulled a sealed envelop out of his pocket. "You may have noticed that I was already aware of your habit of closing your eyes when you get a shot. I only have that knowledge because someone gave it to me. Someone whose opinion I think you'd value."
He placed the letter on her lap. it was addressed to her in a precise, minimalist handwriting she recognized as her father's.
"I'll be back for you later," said Nathan, making for the door and shutting it behind him. Lyra fumbled with the paper, tearing the envelop open in small motions. Once she extracted the letter, she scanned it over, heart sinking. Once she had digested its bitter contents, she tore it and half and threw it away with all the might she could muster - which propelled it only halfway across the bed. Sobbing dryly, Lyra threw herself backward and stared at the ceiling.
There was no mistaking the author of the letter - everything from its word choice to the structure of the sentences dripped with father's pretentiousness. Yet she didn't want to believe what she had read. There was no way her parents would buy into this superpower nonsense... no way they would leave their only daughter in the hands of an organization she'd never heard of. Yet father told her to do as she was told in his letter. He claimed she would come to thing of her time here as an investment. But she knew better. Father kept everything he valued close to him. If he had placed her here, then he had decided that the best use for his daughter was to be a lab rat.
He was probably one of the organization's backers.
Tears rolled down Lyra's cheeks as she lay helpless on the bed. They had never really cared about her, had they? In their eyes, she was just defective, a liability. For the longest time, she thought their aloofness was born of shame at being unable to help her, but, clearly, she had been wrong.
And, now, she was alone, a prisoner to be tinkered with by some researchers. Lyra clenched her weak fists, tried to focus all her anger into that one motion. Everyone was awful! Everyone was a TRAITOR! And there was nothing - nothing at all! - that she could do about it. If only she really did have superpowers, then perhaps things would be different! She would make them pay - she would kill them all!
Yet she did not. She was nothing but a weak little girl. So she wept, alone, quivering with fear at the question of what would happen next.
"Lyra?"
The man strode over to her once she met his gaze. He was young, and had short, dark hair. He was also fairly attractive. Lyra felt herself blushing as he stopped in front of her, adjusting his glasses before holding out a hand for her to shake. "My name's Nathan," he said, "I'll be your coach."
"Nice to meet you," Lyra said perfunctorily. Nathan moved behind her and began pushing her wheelchair. They traveled in silence, with Lyra staring at her hands, which were folded in her lap. Once they had arrived in the room she'd awoken in, Nathan gently picked her up and set her on the bed.
"I know you mean well," she began, recalling the words she'd come up with on the way here. "But I really think I don't belong here. I'm sick... I don't have any powers." Of course, she didn't believe there were superpowers at all. But it would be far too rude - too needlessly hostile - to call them out on the lie. Better to play along.
"Actually, it's the other way around," said Nathan, taking a chair beside her. "You're not sick - the weakness you've been dealing with your whole life is a manifestation of your power. Our technology doesn't make mistakes. Your strength returns in the dark, right? That's because you have an affinity for darkness. Light, on the other hand, is a sort of weakness of yours."
Lyra bit her lip. "But you're negating our powers somehow, right?" she asked. "So shouldn't I be able to walk around like normal?"
"Some of us thought you would be," said Nathan, frowning. "Others... well, I guess they were right. Whatever your power did to your body, it left some sort of lasting damage."
"So I am sick," said Lyra, struggling to keep her irritation invisible. "I don't see the point in studying this 'power'. It doesn't do me any good; it's just a burden."
"Our devices say otherwise. You should be able to do quite a bit more than you have so far with your ability. Your whole life, the darkness has manipulated you. It should be possible for you to turn the tables."
"Prove it," said Lyra bossily. Then, her cheeks blazed. A lady of her stature was not supposed to behave some boorishly to a man she barely knew!
But Nathan grinned. "All in good time. For now, we have tests to do. At the moment, all that will involve is taking a little of your blood. I trust you've grown accustomed to the process."
Lyra glared, but her out her left arm obediently. As much as she wanted to refuse, she knew that she couldn't stop her captors from doing what they wanted to her. So she would endure the process, as she had a hundred times before.
After fiddling with his instruments, Nathan approached with a needle in hand. Lyra clenched her jaw and shut her eyes, as she always did. It took Nathan an oddly long time to slide the needle into her arm - just when she was about to open her eyes to see what was the matter, that familiar pinch stung her, and shrill sound of surprise escaped her lips. She didn't open her eyes again until the pain was mostly gone, and she felt a bandage being placed over the vein that had been broken.
Restraints had been placed on her ankles, tethering her to the bed.
"How d-"
Nathan held up a hand, smiling a little. "We know you must be scared and worried. We can't have you hurting yourself falling out of bed in a misguided attempt to escape. You'll be safer this way." He pulled a sealed envelop out of his pocket. "You may have noticed that I was already aware of your habit of closing your eyes when you get a shot. I only have that knowledge because someone gave it to me. Someone whose opinion I think you'd value."
He placed the letter on her lap. it was addressed to her in a precise, minimalist handwriting she recognized as her father's.
"I'll be back for you later," said Nathan, making for the door and shutting it behind him. Lyra fumbled with the paper, tearing the envelop open in small motions. Once she extracted the letter, she scanned it over, heart sinking. Once she had digested its bitter contents, she tore it and half and threw it away with all the might she could muster - which propelled it only halfway across the bed. Sobbing dryly, Lyra threw herself backward and stared at the ceiling.
There was no mistaking the author of the letter - everything from its word choice to the structure of the sentences dripped with father's pretentiousness. Yet she didn't want to believe what she had read. There was no way her parents would buy into this superpower nonsense... no way they would leave their only daughter in the hands of an organization she'd never heard of. Yet father told her to do as she was told in his letter. He claimed she would come to thing of her time here as an investment. But she knew better. Father kept everything he valued close to him. If he had placed her here, then he had decided that the best use for his daughter was to be a lab rat.
He was probably one of the organization's backers.
Tears rolled down Lyra's cheeks as she lay helpless on the bed. They had never really cared about her, had they? In their eyes, she was just defective, a liability. For the longest time, she thought their aloofness was born of shame at being unable to help her, but, clearly, she had been wrong.
And, now, she was alone, a prisoner to be tinkered with by some researchers. Lyra clenched her weak fists, tried to focus all her anger into that one motion. Everyone was awful! Everyone was a TRAITOR! And there was nothing - nothing at all! - that she could do about it. If only she really did have superpowers, then perhaps things would be different! She would make them pay - she would kill them all!
Yet she did not. She was nothing but a weak little girl. So she wept, alone, quivering with fear at the question of what would happen next.
Before Abby could fully collect herself, Cam had dashed off into the dark hallway. "Wait!" she cried as soon as she noticed, but she had been too preoccupied with her shame to respond in time; by the time she spoke, the girl had already disappeared. Foolish child! There was no way Abby had ever been so reckless!
Abby moved to give chase, but her arms and legs proceeded sluggishly, as if her body believed they were still injured. Fortunately, two of the men were quick to follow the little girl; they would do a better job of protecting her than Abby ever could. Nonetheless, she stretched out her limbs tentatively, and eventually managed to shift into a kneeling position. That was when the blond man - Andy - approached her.
Abby watched quietly as he wrote something on his notepad, then tore the paper free and threw it on the ground. Suddenly, her cheeks were burning, and she had an overwhelming urge to look at what he had written; her heart fluttered as foolish, unlikely possibilities assailed her. She bit her lip, hard, pulling herself back to the situation. Of course had hadn't written anything like that. Besides, it would be incredibly rude for her to look at something he didn't want her to see.
She nearly snorted with relief when he revealed a new message to her. Andy and his muscles were scared of the dark? Abby smiled, doing her best to keep the amusement out of her expression. "I'm scared, too," she admitted, standing up and nearly wobbling right into him. "Just not of that," she continued once her balanced had been secured. "I'm more worried about what's on the other side of the tunnel." She took a few steps into the darkness, her heart racing. "Admitting it sucks, but I'm kind of a coward," she said, glancing back at Andy. Damn her - why had she never gotten more experience with boys before? "I'd be glad to have some company. Come on!"
Abby moved to give chase, but her arms and legs proceeded sluggishly, as if her body believed they were still injured. Fortunately, two of the men were quick to follow the little girl; they would do a better job of protecting her than Abby ever could. Nonetheless, she stretched out her limbs tentatively, and eventually managed to shift into a kneeling position. That was when the blond man - Andy - approached her.
Abby watched quietly as he wrote something on his notepad, then tore the paper free and threw it on the ground. Suddenly, her cheeks were burning, and she had an overwhelming urge to look at what he had written; her heart fluttered as foolish, unlikely possibilities assailed her. She bit her lip, hard, pulling herself back to the situation. Of course had hadn't written anything like that. Besides, it would be incredibly rude for her to look at something he didn't want her to see.
She nearly snorted with relief when he revealed a new message to her. Andy and his muscles were scared of the dark? Abby smiled, doing her best to keep the amusement out of her expression. "I'm scared, too," she admitted, standing up and nearly wobbling right into him. "Just not of that," she continued once her balanced had been secured. "I'm more worried about what's on the other side of the tunnel." She took a few steps into the darkness, her heart racing. "Admitting it sucks, but I'm kind of a coward," she said, glancing back at Andy. Damn her - why had she never gotten more experience with boys before? "I'd be glad to have some company. Come on!"
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