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In Decibitus 12 hrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Aron Carvajal


~??? | DECIBITUS | LUCEMA REGINI


There was a time in his life where upon waking up, Aron would spend ten minutes staring at his patchy ceiling, silently convincing himself not to call in sick to work. To not skip the commute, to not take the day off to catch up on prestige TV or footy or some shit.

These days, things were… well, ‘better’ was a word up for hot debate. He was dead. His dear friends and family were on the other side of a crossable but unconquerable divide. On the other hand, no rent. Or utilities. No need to eat or sleep either. And, among a myriad of other hobbies, he’d taken up quilting. That was fun.

It had been two or three years since his passing but every now and then, he’d get a nostalgic little tickle of that workplace exhaustion returning. Like today, with his phone pinging incessantly during the last two squares of his latest quilt. Aron closed his eyes and breathed - wrestling, throttling the urge to ignore the message for another half hour to finish his crafts project. But sensibility won in the end, and he headed out.

Someone once described his afterlife skillset as ‘hauling ass real hard’. That, and the assumption that he’d be familiar with the area, apparently made him the perfect candidate for this retrieval. Fairly broad assumption, he would have said. A correct one, but still broad. Australia was a bloody big country. Being the good employee he was though, Aron kept his mouth zipped. And so, he headed through (not without a quick compliment to Siggy’s nails, of course) and charted a course up the mountain.

The search process ended up taking up most of the time compared to the retrieval. Arapiles’ routes didn’t go too high but it sure was a lot of surface area for one guy, even with his walking speed. At least his mission targets were cooperative. All Aron had really done was mentioned the time to Vorya, which was apparently very close to the pilates appointment he was about to miss, and the bloke practically zipped up the wall himself. Gali accepted his boost, because she was thoughtful that way. As Vorya hauled his own ass back to the campground, Aron and Gali enjoyed the leisurely route, talking of wisps and ghost hunters and proper abseiling methods.

Another job well done. With another assignment under his belt, it was just a matter of getting the little report done before he could head home and finally get that quilt done.


~8AM | MT ARAPILES | CAMP GROUND


Okay, that didn’t happen.

Sunnies on. A chilled Coke in his hand, snagged from an unattended esky. Aron was sat in a tree, taking a refreshing sip and watching over the morning bustle of the campgrounds. It wasn’t like he intended to slack off but, well, it was like his seniors always said. Do you know what hard work gets you? More hard work. If he went back now he’d probably just be handed another task, and that would keep him away from his quilt for even longer. No, he was going to space these things out.

Besides, it wasn’t every day he came back here. It was… nice. The familiar accents, the bustling campground, and that beautiful, wide open bush. For a moment, he could pretend he was back on vacation. As he hopped down to dispose of his empty drink though, he caught sight of a familiar gothic outfit.

Ah, there they were - another team scoping out the tents. The ones that looked like they were here for either a costume party or a conference. For a moment, Aron, in his cargo pants and Bintang singlet, felt underdressed, before he remembered he was at a campground. Ahem. Thanks to Lena’s work parties, he at least knew their names and faces, though some had reputations that preceded even those. Ogawa, Vera, Cath – all model employees. Dressed the part too, depending on what decade you wanted to refer to. And Lena. Everyone knew Lena. It probably would have taken Aron another several months to get to know everyone without her organised get-togethers. He could appreciate someone that took the initiative where he was too awkward to. Could appreciate them a lot, actually.

And then there was the one with the gun. Aron didn’t want to give anyone a bad rap but… the gun. More specifically: the bullets, and the subsequent furphies and complaints (mostly complaints) he’d hear around the office. They were… very difficult to miss. He was sure Amelia didn’t mean for most of those to happen. Hoped, at least. So there was no reason to stress about anything! She was grouped with four other very capable, very sensible agents who would rein her in and boot her down the right track. There would be no need to recount any tall tales of her bullets exploding trees, or buildings, or other Reapers, or herself, or telephone poles, or beloved natural monuments…



“H-Heyyy,” he greeted them with a raised hand, moving as naturally and speedily as the situation would allow. “ ‘s goin’ on? I, uh, guess you guys showed up for the lil ghoulie ‘round here?”
In Decibitus 5 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Decibitus 6 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@PapiTan tyty, have tweaked the spells a bit as per your bobbles, let me know if I should change it further. Rest of the sheet should be done now too.
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In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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SARA ZHOU


act one: way down we go

ritman high
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The keg was set down, and while Jack caught her breath, Sara stood back and did the same more discreetly. While Billy seemed to be the most enthusiastic about her gift, she averted her eyes as to not make eye contact. She waited a bit for everyone to get a chance at the drink before partially filling her own cup. That would be her limit for the night.

Her attention was obviously more divided on keeping her profile low and the object in Meir’s hands. Although the get-together had been marked on her calendar for months, she still had no idea what she was going to do when she finally got her time capsule keepsake back. Tear it up? Frame it? The most likely was that she was going to toss it to the back of an old drawer, to be forgotten and unused forever like the rest of Willard’s belongings.

She didn’t even get the chance to have it in her hands. Instead there was some old tome – some Necromicon, as Dante put it – and Sara felt her fist clench in her pocket. Another piece of closure whisked away. Stolen from her. Fucking bullshit.

She didn’t respond to Mel’s suggestion for Truth and Dare at first, still slowly sipping her half-filled cup with an unreadable expression. Truthfully, there was a low, rumbling annoyance in the pit of her stomach. A lot of people had important memories in there, pleasant or not. Judging by the outer state of the capsule, it looked like the actual insides had been pilfered many years back. What reason did anyone have to steal an old sack of high school junk?

“I guess it’s some treasure hunt clue?” Was the first explanation that came to mind. Maybe the book held some dumb, longwinded clue to where the actual time capsule was. It seemed a possible, if contrived, theory until Meir opened to its blank pages.

Whatever. At least this would serve as some diversion. Sara couldn’t remember the last time she watched National Treasure, but this was some bullshit. What were they meant to do with this?

“… no one here would happen to have a UV light on them, would they?”

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In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Salsa Verde

Sara's time capsule item would be a particularly cursed recipe she 'confiscated' from her brother to lock away, where it would bring no suffering or tortured tastebuds to anyone else in Delton ever again. Or at least until the capsule is opened. It was a 'remix' of something they'd eat for Lunar New Year.
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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SARA & JACK

act one: way down we go
Ritman High, Football Field
Interacting with @nodogs
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Sara lowkey wished she had some profound, deep feeling to describe as she rolled up to that familiar school building. Nostalgia, longing, regret... anything really. In reality, she was just going through her mental checklist and calculating what magnitude of ass-pain it would be to get the keg to their chosen viewing area. There was a fresh sleeve of plastic cups in the boot, first aid kit in the glove box, swiss army knife in her pocket. That should be it, right?

The nagging feeling of something being forgotten pulled the corners of her lips downwards. Goddammit, that was going to bother her all night.

"You guys can head up first," Sara said, slamming the door shut once she'd parked by the shoddy demolition fence. "Gotta haul the catering, so to speak."

On the topic of drinks though. It was still a two person job outside of PJ's. Sara looked to Jack expectantly, hoping she'd get the hint.

Jack rolled her neck, letting the cool air brush over the alcohol-induced flush in her cheeks. This shit was finally happening, all close calls with awkward ex-girlfriends aside. Everybody else was meandering off to the field where the rest of those who RSVP'd hopefully were, which left just her and Sara. Who was looking at her.

"Oh, shit. The— yeah," she sighed, finally putting a name to the thing she'd forgotten: Sara's keg of beer, that her arms were still sore from hauling back at PJ's. Shit, she really shouldn't have done a shift today. "Okay, fuck, let's do this."

Staring out at the expanse they had to cross, she suddenly felt all sobered up, so at least there'd be a solution to that problem by the end of it.

Sara raised an eyebrow and, with Jack's help, started hefting it out. She locked the car and grabbed the cups too. "Not tired already, are you?"

Jack huffed weakly, readjusting her grip slightly.

"Not at all," she said unconvincingly, voice pitching up. "Y'know, just, exceeding my daily limit of keg carrying." She blew air out through her cheeks, looking around. "It's actually warmer out here than it is in the back at work."

"Ah, yeah." She wanted to say that Willard often had his complaints about the walk-in.

"Uhhh. How's Don anyway?" she asked instead.

"He's been mentioning shit like community college ever since I organized this thing. I think he misses me being in high school." Jack shrugged. "It's not like I was the one who decided to bulldoze Ritman."

"If he wants you out of the house during the day, I'm sure I can put in a good word with the manager of the General Store," Sara smirked. "Is he why this whole get together is happening?"

"Oh, no way." Jack snorted. "This is all my thing. Figured it would be kinda awkward if there wasn't a building left for the ten year reunion or whatever." She rolled her neck, grimacing at the keg. "But I don't think there's gonna be a me left when we're done hauling this."

Sara simply regarded her with an almost triumphant look. "Character building. I'm sure Don would be all for it if he saw."

"I think if he saw me actually doing work he might start floating to heaven on the spot."

"So it's not just your employment status on the line but his whole life, damn."

She shook her head and paused where she was. They were right outside the field. She could even see the rest of the group now, a handful of faces reminding her of unfinished sentiments and muted regrets.

"Welp." She exhaled. "You ready then? No blood grudges I gotta know about before we head in?"

Jack seemed to genuinely consider it for a moment, peering out at the group. There were a few faces she didn't entirely recognize, and none particularly striking out from the crowd, besides from those that had been at P.J.'s. Seemed safe enough.

"Nah, I'm Mr Popular." She heard her phone chime in her pocket, almost making the motion to check it before remembering the heavy part of heavy lifting. "Speaking of." She nodded in her pocket's general direction. "Let's get this shit in there."

A moment's consideration. Better late than never, right?

"Alright," Sara nodded, "Game face on."

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In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
At what point of their high school career would they have put their item in the time capsule? Start of senior year?
In OBLIVION 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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yesboss

moving to uni today but i can probably do a lil back and forth whenever you are ready @banjoanjo


Yep, I'd be up for that! You can start in DMs if you want
In OBLIVION 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by banjoanjo>

definitely but in like a cool casual way yknow like yeah sure you can drive me no biggie i guess


For convenience we can probably say Sara chauffeured the whole PJ's group (and subsequently also forgot the time capsule)
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