for future ref, it's a zero. so the number, not the letter.
everyone can just call me c, tho. much easier. c or c3.
everyone can just call me c, tho. much easier. c or c3.
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@Bishop thanks so much for being a part of this! ^.^
hmmm hmmm hmmm! i am recently converted fallout trash, and this seems interesting. any room for one more character? a gen 3 synth for example? i'm still a little new to the world and might need a thing or two explained, but i promise i'm a quick study once i get my bearings.
Artemis stopped before the iron plates, not daring to cross the threshold. She eyed the runes etched into them, remembering the glowing runes she'd first awoken on. Her grip tightened on the Lantern's handle. Blue eyes flicked back up to take in the scene before her. It was clear enough what'd happened: another tree had found itself discontent with where it was rooted and had decided to take a stroll. Because apparently that was a thing that happened in this forest. Regularly.
Her eyes caught the ghost of a figure darting behind a boulder, but between the shifting shadows, the strange glowing fruit, her own Lantern's red glow, and the goddamn tree, it was difficult to know what was real, what was a trick, and what was actually cause for concern.
Everything. Everything is cause for concern.
The Lantern's crimson light meant any hope she had of being inconspicuous was launched right out the window. She'd only have so long to gather herself before the old woman saw her, and who knew how sane she was? Well, Artemis supposed 'sane' was a relative term here. Still, she didn't much feel like testing the woman when she had an axe in her hand.
So with one last glance around to measure the situation and which costume to wear, Artemis sucked in a breath.
"Excuse me," she called out, voice earnest and clear. Her expression was smooth, save for the slight downturn at the corners of her mouth, and the way her eyebrows edged closer together. "Excuse me! Would you like help?" She made no move to step over the iron plates.
Her eyes caught the ghost of a figure darting behind a boulder, but between the shifting shadows, the strange glowing fruit, her own Lantern's red glow, and the goddamn tree, it was difficult to know what was real, what was a trick, and what was actually cause for concern.
Everything. Everything is cause for concern.
The Lantern's crimson light meant any hope she had of being inconspicuous was launched right out the window. She'd only have so long to gather herself before the old woman saw her, and who knew how sane she was? Well, Artemis supposed 'sane' was a relative term here. Still, she didn't much feel like testing the woman when she had an axe in her hand.
So with one last glance around to measure the situation and which costume to wear, Artemis sucked in a breath.
"Excuse me," she called out, voice earnest and clear. Her expression was smooth, save for the slight downturn at the corners of her mouth, and the way her eyebrows edged closer together. "Excuse me! Would you like help?" She made no move to step over the iron plates.
Oh shit, seriously? Wait now I'm just more interested.
Personally, I really enjoy this rp. Cool concept, characters, world… plus it's a rare thing when I'm as pleased with a character as I am with Meryn. I'll agree that maybe giving the players more choices and weight in the plot might help, but I think what got us was a combination of that, the time of year, and just the inability of a number of players to commit as much as they would've liked to due to outside forces.
I think I've made it pretty clear that I intend to stick with this rp in whatever form it takes, but I would also understand if it's decided this rp should end. Other options would be to push forward if hoppi and jordy are able and willing, send out another interest check to revitalize it and get more characters, or just start completely fresh with another thread. If we decide to keep this concept going then the last option is my least favorite because… well, I'm awfully fond of this version of Meryn ^.^;
Wall of text, but that's just what's going through my head right now. No matter what is decided, I've had fun and am thankful to be a part of this.
Personally, I really enjoy this rp. Cool concept, characters, world… plus it's a rare thing when I'm as pleased with a character as I am with Meryn. I'll agree that maybe giving the players more choices and weight in the plot might help, but I think what got us was a combination of that, the time of year, and just the inability of a number of players to commit as much as they would've liked to due to outside forces.
I think I've made it pretty clear that I intend to stick with this rp in whatever form it takes, but I would also understand if it's decided this rp should end. Other options would be to push forward if hoppi and jordy are able and willing, send out another interest check to revitalize it and get more characters, or just start completely fresh with another thread. If we decide to keep this concept going then the last option is my least favorite because… well, I'm awfully fond of this version of Meryn ^.^;
Wall of text, but that's just what's going through my head right now. No matter what is decided, I've had fun and am thankful to be a part of this.
Hey I'm so sorry but I think I'm gonna have to drop this. My life's gotten crazy hectic lately and has no real end to it in sight. I don't feel like I can give this rp the proper attention it deserves, and the muse has left me >.<
I'm so sorry to flake out like this and thanks so much for being a great rp partner.
I'm so sorry to flake out like this and thanks so much for being a great rp partner.
Lol I wouldn't be sure about the "good" part of its usage. Who knows, Artemis could end up being a nasty piece of work yet.
so… that took forever and a half ^.^;
wasn't super confident with this post and her characterization, but behold. excited to discover the world~
wasn't super confident with this post and her characterization, but behold. excited to discover the world~
haha, don't worry about it. it's something i established before you joined, and forgot that you likely wouldn't know. my bad >.<;
you can do little things with diana, sentences here and there, some action. another character was pretty liberal with their use of colorful npcs, so it's not something i'm super strict on. just nothing super duper substantial, like long winded backstory explanations or things like that.
you can do little things with diana, sentences here and there, some action. another character was pretty liberal with their use of colorful npcs, so it's not something i'm super strict on. just nothing super duper substantial, like long winded backstory explanations or things like that.
Artemis sat, backed against a tree and curled in on herself as she watched the great wolf tear through the roots. They sat, watching each other for a long moment. Then that girl was back. Artemis kept her mouth clamped shut as a rabbit masked was placed on the ground next to her. Bright eyes flicked down to it and up to the girl again, but still she said nothing.
She couldn't help the yelp of surprise that escaped her when the red Lantern erupted once more. A wall of white fire blossomed between them. The night came alive again with a cacophony of sound – the screeching of the trees, the roar of the fire, the shouts of the boy on the boat. Artemis looked up at the flames and her eyebrows scrunched together through her fear. What had caused them to erupt like that? Before, the fire had reacted to her own actions. But this time…
Bah, it was too much for her and her frazzled nerves right now. With a shaking hand, she reached behind herself to press her palm against the forest floor. She used it to push herself up, nearly stumbling. The Lantern was still blazing hot in her hand, but she couldn't bring herself to mind. She turned and hurried away from the wolf, the girl, the roaring flames. But not before she snatched the rabbit mask off the ground and fastened it to the beaded chain that still circled her waist.
Maybe all this was a dream. Or she was dead, killed by an enraged mark once they'd discovered her con, and now she was in purgatory.
Ideas, only half sincere, wandered through her mind as her feet carried her deeper into the forest. Shadows flitting between the trees hinted at other creatures hidden in the darkness. Gods, she hoped they stayed there. But then something glinted on the ground in the Lantern's light. Artemis paused mid-step. Did she want to investigate? In spite of the night's previous events, yes. Should she? Probably not.
Artemis crept forward and kneeled down. Her fingers found a dripping string of beads with an iron rose dangling from it. She stood to her full height and held it in front of her face. What was a rosary of all things doing here?
A foreign light pulled her attention, then. A line of fireflies drew her eyes towards an old, worn sign, and a well-traveled path. And past that, a rhythmic chopping sound.
She wasn't totally sure she wanted to go towards someone with an axe. Then again, she had the veritable fires of Hell in her hand. She wasn't totally sure she wanted that either. Still, she would eventually need someone's help if she wanted to make any sense of this situation at all.
Artemis slipped the rosary around her right wrist, which had felt naked since she'd lost her scarf there. The rosary's iron weight felt foreign, but so did most of what she wore. Taking a steadying breath – that came out as more of a broken rasp – she ran long fingers through her hair. There wasn't much she could do about her drowned-rat look, or the mud mixing with smeared paint on her skin. But she could at least try not to come off as the frightened, lost waif (that by all accounts she was).
She wasn't standing there for more than a minute before she started walking again. Her hair and clothes were still damp, she still jumped a little too much at the forest's sounds, but this was the best she could hope for. She walked, as tall and confidently as she could manage, her eyes clear and bright, and her steps unwavering. She held the Lantern up to light her path as she made her way towards the sound.
She couldn't help the yelp of surprise that escaped her when the red Lantern erupted once more. A wall of white fire blossomed between them. The night came alive again with a cacophony of sound – the screeching of the trees, the roar of the fire, the shouts of the boy on the boat. Artemis looked up at the flames and her eyebrows scrunched together through her fear. What had caused them to erupt like that? Before, the fire had reacted to her own actions. But this time…
Bah, it was too much for her and her frazzled nerves right now. With a shaking hand, she reached behind herself to press her palm against the forest floor. She used it to push herself up, nearly stumbling. The Lantern was still blazing hot in her hand, but she couldn't bring herself to mind. She turned and hurried away from the wolf, the girl, the roaring flames. But not before she snatched the rabbit mask off the ground and fastened it to the beaded chain that still circled her waist.
Maybe all this was a dream. Or she was dead, killed by an enraged mark once they'd discovered her con, and now she was in purgatory.
Ideas, only half sincere, wandered through her mind as her feet carried her deeper into the forest. Shadows flitting between the trees hinted at other creatures hidden in the darkness. Gods, she hoped they stayed there. But then something glinted on the ground in the Lantern's light. Artemis paused mid-step. Did she want to investigate? In spite of the night's previous events, yes. Should she? Probably not.
Artemis crept forward and kneeled down. Her fingers found a dripping string of beads with an iron rose dangling from it. She stood to her full height and held it in front of her face. What was a rosary of all things doing here?
A foreign light pulled her attention, then. A line of fireflies drew her eyes towards an old, worn sign, and a well-traveled path. And past that, a rhythmic chopping sound.
She wasn't totally sure she wanted to go towards someone with an axe. Then again, she had the veritable fires of Hell in her hand. She wasn't totally sure she wanted that either. Still, she would eventually need someone's help if she wanted to make any sense of this situation at all.
Artemis slipped the rosary around her right wrist, which had felt naked since she'd lost her scarf there. The rosary's iron weight felt foreign, but so did most of what she wore. Taking a steadying breath – that came out as more of a broken rasp – she ran long fingers through her hair. There wasn't much she could do about her drowned-rat look, or the mud mixing with smeared paint on her skin. But she could at least try not to come off as the frightened, lost waif (that by all accounts she was).
She wasn't standing there for more than a minute before she started walking again. Her hair and clothes were still damp, she still jumped a little too much at the forest's sounds, but this was the best she could hope for. She walked, as tall and confidently as she could manage, her eyes clear and bright, and her steps unwavering. She held the Lantern up to light her path as she made her way towards the sound.
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