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"I was scarred by choices not mine, but I choose authorship in every line."
I am a lifelong lover of Story. It doesn't matter if it is music, video games, movies, novels, TV serials, TTRPGs, or collaborative writing on a forum.
I am really glad to have found this site when I did. I have found community, and wish I had much, much sooner.
I have been enjoying, and crafting, characters and narratives for most of my life, and I treat formatting and imagery as part of the storytelling ritual.
Hoping to post regularly and build stories with others who care about the details.
Feel free to reach out!
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@Randomguy
Kasuga-kun indicated a certain rooftop. Her reasoning was sound. Toma nodded towards it.
“Yes,” Toma said softly as he eyed their destination. “That should do nicely.”
He then followed her lead, dumping the cup on the way out of the coffee shop.
As they made their way through the chaos of the Scramble, he kept his mind alert and his eyes scanning their environment on the off chance there was another like them about.
Eventually they had made their way across the liminal space and began their ascent. Once they were at the top of the building, he reached for his phone. He wanted to be ready for anything once they slipped through the veil.
Kasuga-kun indicated a certain rooftop. Her reasoning was sound. Toma nodded towards it.
“Yes,” Toma said softly as he eyed their destination. “That should do nicely.”
He then followed her lead, dumping the cup on the way out of the coffee shop.
As they made their way through the chaos of the Scramble, he kept his mind alert and his eyes scanning their environment on the off chance there was another like them about.
Eventually they had made their way across the liminal space and began their ascent. Once they were at the top of the building, he reached for his phone. He wanted to be ready for anything once they slipped through the veil.
Hello pixies,
Is this still open to accepting new characters/players? And if yes, would you recommend I read all the IC posts, or could I play a new fairy (like new as in a babies first laugh and boom new pixie) ?
@Adeline would be the one to say, but I feel like it's not impossible? Like, it's not a bad spot to add someone. And if so, she could probably tell you what you need to know so you don't have to to read the IC. Especially if you're a brand new, baby fairy.
No stress! I hope you and yours are well!
Take your time. At ekast you got the scaffolding out on paper with which to sculpt. Post it once you're proud of it.
Take your time. At ekast you got the scaffolding out on paper with which to sculpt. Post it once you're proud of it.
@Randomguy
“That sounds about right. While we’re on it… perhaps we should also shift to the Metarealm during the stroll. The others could have gone directly there without having the chance to pass by.”
Toma looked from her, to the coffee, to the Scramble. He would’ve preferred to sit and chat about the ol’ chickpea with a curious mind, but Kasuga was probably right. Caution had its uses—but sometimes, you had to go for it. Perhaps the others were already assembling, quietly, just beyond the veil.
“Alright,” he said at last, a soft smile forming. “We’ll follow your lead, then.”
He took a final pull on the coffee, rising with it in hand and eyeing a nearby trash receptacle.
“Where should we head towards to make the transition?”
“That sounds about right. While we’re on it… perhaps we should also shift to the Metarealm during the stroll. The others could have gone directly there without having the chance to pass by.”
Toma looked from her, to the coffee, to the Scramble. He would’ve preferred to sit and chat about the ol’ chickpea with a curious mind, but Kasuga was probably right. Caution had its uses—but sometimes, you had to go for it. Perhaps the others were already assembling, quietly, just beyond the veil.
“Alright,” he said at last, a soft smile forming. “We’ll follow your lead, then.”
He took a final pull on the coffee, rising with it in hand and eyeing a nearby trash receptacle.
“Where should we head towards to make the transition?”
@KactusPunch @Adeline
Aksel’s eyes stirred. He was gradually regaining consciousness, the sounds of voices rousing him again. He blinked open to a world that felt... wrong. He didn’t remember falling. Just the flash. The brightest white. Then nothing.
Now, there was shouting. Movement. Pain. His body felt like it had been borrowed by something divine and returned slightly misaligned. He shifted, testing his limbs. They worked. Mostly.
As memory began to return to him, he forced himself onto his stomach and raised himself onto a knee before wobbling to his feet. He stretched his neck and shook his head, the long curtain of his hair whipping about before settling again.
Looking at the scene, everyone seemed to be okay. He kept scanning, remembering now what he had been doing before… well, before whatever happened.
He spotted her—not far now, but farther than she should’ve been. The flash had somehow tossed the poor girl from her last known position. Aksel began making his way as fast as his body would allow, which was even less impressive in his current state.
"Hey Ax. Aksel? You good dude?"
He slowed and turned toward JJ’s voice, slow and deliberate.
"I think so," he muttered, raising a thumb, voice hoarse. "Still here."
He looked toward his target again. She was breathing. Aksel sighed softly in relief. That was enough for now. He kept moving, each step a quiet defiance.
The shattered hail glistened like divine debris. The storm had passed, but something had been marked. He didn’t know what yet. His head was swimming, but he could try to do at least this much.
Some storms were easier to face with someone beside you, his mind echoed.
Even if this storm hadn’t played fair.
Aksel reached the girl, knocked unconscious before that flash even hit. She didn’t look in great shape, and everyone seemed to agree that heading in was the best bet. So, Aksel knelt down, scooped her up, nestled her head onto his shoulder, and began the steadiest march he could muster back toward the community center.
"Don't worry," he began, slow and soft. "About a thing... cuz every little thing... gonna be alright...."
Aksel’s eyes stirred. He was gradually regaining consciousness, the sounds of voices rousing him again. He blinked open to a world that felt... wrong. He didn’t remember falling. Just the flash. The brightest white. Then nothing.
Now, there was shouting. Movement. Pain. His body felt like it had been borrowed by something divine and returned slightly misaligned. He shifted, testing his limbs. They worked. Mostly.
As memory began to return to him, he forced himself onto his stomach and raised himself onto a knee before wobbling to his feet. He stretched his neck and shook his head, the long curtain of his hair whipping about before settling again.
Looking at the scene, everyone seemed to be okay. He kept scanning, remembering now what he had been doing before… well, before whatever happened.
He spotted her—not far now, but farther than she should’ve been. The flash had somehow tossed the poor girl from her last known position. Aksel began making his way as fast as his body would allow, which was even less impressive in his current state.
"Hey Ax. Aksel? You good dude?"
He slowed and turned toward JJ’s voice, slow and deliberate.
"I think so," he muttered, raising a thumb, voice hoarse. "Still here."
He looked toward his target again. She was breathing. Aksel sighed softly in relief. That was enough for now. He kept moving, each step a quiet defiance.
The shattered hail glistened like divine debris. The storm had passed, but something had been marked. He didn’t know what yet. His head was swimming, but he could try to do at least this much.
Some storms were easier to face with someone beside you, his mind echoed.
Even if this storm hadn’t played fair.
Aksel reached the girl, knocked unconscious before that flash even hit. She didn’t look in great shape, and everyone seemed to agree that heading in was the best bet. So, Aksel knelt down, scooped her up, nestled her head onto his shoulder, and began the steadiest march he could muster back toward the community center.
"Don't worry," he began, slow and soft. "About a thing... cuz every little thing... gonna be alright...."
The GM's turn
@Randomguy
Toma gave a quiet hum of agreement, eyes flicking once more to the cup—its crown and name still visible, still waiting.
“Philosophy,” he said. “As well as Classics.”
His tone was even, devoid of any pride or arrogance. Spoken not with flourish, but simply with precision. Like a truth he’d already tested.
“Kengen draws a lot from Hane, yeah. I initially followed the usual path. But I stayed for the questions.” He glanced toward her, tone still measured. “Most people study to find answers. They don’t usually seek the right questions first.”
He looked about the space again. Still keeping an eye out for others.
“I’ll follow your lead,” he said, gradually returning his gaze to hers. “I have been here for a little while. When you feel like you have waited enough, let me know and we can transition into that other space.”
He took a longer pull on the medium roast, savoring it a while, holding the cup on subtle display as a final attempt to catch the notice of any others like themselves who may be about the area.
“Unless,” he said. Slowly rising to his feet. Epiphany settling over his face.
I've been here for a while... his thoughts echoed. I have been here...
“What do you say about taking a stroll?" He asked, turning his head down to her. "Maybe someone else will see our little message if we take it to them?”
Perhaps that was the right question.
Toma gave a quiet hum of agreement, eyes flicking once more to the cup—its crown and name still visible, still waiting.
“Philosophy,” he said. “As well as Classics.”
His tone was even, devoid of any pride or arrogance. Spoken not with flourish, but simply with precision. Like a truth he’d already tested.
“Kengen draws a lot from Hane, yeah. I initially followed the usual path. But I stayed for the questions.” He glanced toward her, tone still measured. “Most people study to find answers. They don’t usually seek the right questions first.”
He looked about the space again. Still keeping an eye out for others.
“I’ll follow your lead,” he said, gradually returning his gaze to hers. “I have been here for a little while. When you feel like you have waited enough, let me know and we can transition into that other space.”
He took a longer pull on the medium roast, savoring it a while, holding the cup on subtle display as a final attempt to catch the notice of any others like themselves who may be about the area.
“Unless,” he said. Slowly rising to his feet. Epiphany settling over his face.
I've been here for a while... his thoughts echoed. I have been here...
“What do you say about taking a stroll?" He asked, turning his head down to her. "Maybe someone else will see our little message if we take it to them?”
Perhaps that was the right question.
We can always see what everyone else does first
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