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Current Does anybody else get really anxious about posts you've just made?
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As someone who went to work at midnight for 8 hours, it is my privilege to drink at 9am.
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I LIIIIIIIIVE! Who knew, all I needed was bath time.
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Yo. Gardeners that use hand tools are badasses.
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Let us pulsate
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Guess I should write this thing, huh?

It's me, Citrus Arms. I'm 32 now, married, an aspiring indie game dev, as well as a hobbyist writer. Well, who here isn't one of those. I've been meaning to write a book, but that's a big project and I've yet to finish more than a chapter and a prologue. Plotting a whole book is hard work, man.

I'm open to 1x1s and group RPs, feel free to invite me to something. I'm also part of a discord RP server of an old friend.

My favorite genres are fantasy and space, and I've got an original Universe that blends the two together. It's a post-apocalypse galaxy on the way to recovery, so there's everything from straight fantasy worlds to post-apocalypse survival available within the setting. The universe recovers and grows stronger with unity and inner strength.

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In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aiko Yume


Time: Evening
Location: Leaky Tap and Tavern
Interactions: Nabarra @nasty, Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo


How disagreeable. The venomous tinge ever present in Nabarra's tone was really very grating, it was difficult not to spit back at the hostile attitude, but, oh, Aiko found it difficult to stay mad when the woman began to topple over. It certainly would explain why she was so grumpy. Exhaustion can be a real bitch, after all.

And then her mask came off as she hit the floor. Oh. That complicated things. Between all the attention and the decidedly dark shade of elf at the center of the attention of a room filled with darkly shaded elf tension, the situation was... Bad.

Quickly, Aiko rose and moved over, doing his best to use his tail as a shield, but the damage had already been done, mostly. He shot the tavern owner a slightly panicked look as they gathered up the unconscious woman and started to carry her upstairs. "Yes, yes, upstairs. Take her legs, I'll manage with the shoulders," Aiko heaved and reinforced his arms with a bit of magic support underneath, growling as they carried, "be lucky if I give her the floor, with her attitude." He draped his tail over Nabarra's face, concealing the dark elf from second glances beneath the fluff. As they left the room, he left his calming pheromone behind. It was late in the day, and they were inside, too. He would be much stronger now.

"Here's the room. Yuka, the key is on a holster on the right, against my chest. My right. Would you be a dear?"
Reserve a post for future organization, yes.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aiko Yume


Time: Evening
Location: Leaky Tap and Tavern
Interactions: Nabarra @nasty, Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo


"A good time is a good time, is it not?" Drugs

This lioness certainly had no qualms about an unusual number of things. She was fearless in conversation, perhaps that was how she had been able to entrance the crowd he'd seen earlier. She masked her words with pleasant tone, concealing their dangerous nature to the casual listening. If you don't act like you're doing anything wrong, folks don't tend to look too hard.

And then there were the masked individuals. There was something interesting about the woman in the cat mask, but Aiko was not very concerned about it. Something about her scent... Was it blood, or stress? Whatever it was, he understood needing to conceal things.

"The evening light is so much more agreeable. Gentler. The calm of the market as the bulk of people have gone home..." Aiko spoke softly as his eyes drifted over his companions, stopping on Nabarra curiously, "alas, our friend seems tired. Like you might want to lay down? I have a room upstairs, though only the one bed," his tone deflected the obvious implications with a mild regret, before perking back up, "seating enough for all. I'll even let you have the bed to yourself while you rest." The fox flicked his tail playfully, eyeing the lioness at the table with them, "I may have to fend a certain someone away, at that. Though perhaps we should eat first."
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The Tide of the Apocalypse Will Return


The apocalypse has come and gone once before, about two thousand years ago. No one disputes that. The remnants left behind were enough to destroy the doubt of disbelievers. There were zones of space that were designated off-limits due to Scourge presence, and any fools who had dared to disapprove such theories either came back empty-handed or not at all. Some idiot running a live feed put an end to things when both he and his ship were canabalised for parts, live on-air. The only folks daring to go in after that went armed to the teeth.

Some seem to be convinced that the apocalypse will return, but most are short on evidence. Theories vary as to why or how. Whatever the case, life goes on. People of worlds need feeding, pirates in various sectors need shooting, and something stirs from deep within the no-go zone. Old records indicate there used to be a people there, in what was called the badlands, but it would seem they'd been wiped out in the disaster.

Scourge activity has been on the rise, in recent times, especially with hostile ships coming out from the badlands. Some seem to think that the Scourge have gotten bored, but the monsters need to be dealt with. The military has a response on the way, but the Scourge are a fierce foe.

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Brief History


The apocalypse that came, millennia ago, was a horrendous force. Grotesque and with an eye for only efficiency, horrifying abominations of flesh melded with machine washed over the galaxy. The Terran Solidarity was hit hardest, with the scattered remnants of the once mighty nation coalescing at the edges of their now infested space. Though the Scourge disappeared mysteriously at the end of the Black Year, scattered forces remained. Those scattered, lingering horrors either spread their infestation or were wiped out over the next millennia, creating hotspots of hostile activity.

Two millenia have passed. Nearly all civilization has suffered from heavy losses across the board, with production capabilities and technical prowess set back hundreds, in some cases thousands of years, though often with the curious oddity of having technology beyond their capabilities. It is not difficult to find dynasties, kingdoms, and religions formed around the possession of such technologies and the advantage it would offer.

Spiritualist religions have become particularly prominent, as hauntings, or rumors of hauntings, have become prominent in recent times. Theorists with the knowledge to do so tend to point to the surplus of death from the Black Year as the cause, and the industry surrounding the supernatural - involving things like mediums, psychics, and ghost hunters - has exploded with activity.

Archaeologists inspecting planetside ruins have found strange, new crystal deposits among the ruins. Often, these locations were determined to be laid to ruin by the Scourge, but not always. These crystals deposits ended up being called Luminium, after an old currency that hasn't been seen in a long time that behaved much the same. The crystals can be fed to a reactor, though nobody ever said anything about retrieving the crystal once spent, which can be done. It's still an exotic material, and not many are sure what can be done with it. But it looks pretty, it's useful as reactor fuel, and it's stable, so it sells well.

State of Technology and Politics


Much of what had been developed before the fall has been lost. Many civilizations were brought back to a pre-space state, and had to work their way back to the stars. The race back to space was accelerated by the existence of space-age technology, and as the nations of old reclaimed their seat within the galactic community, new powers also arose from the fractured remains of old.

Nations are just recently developed the capability to make space ships that can even touch the ships of old. Until now, old ships had been vital platforms from which to operate in deep space. New ships are once again capable of independent deep space operation, but their capabilities pale in comparison to what once was.

Technology locked behind technology; ancient and run-down, yet powerful and incredibly advanced machines; primitive civilization with the means and cultural understanding to traverse space. These are some of the hallmarks of the time.

Political Cosmoscape


Previously powerful empires, all but laid to ruin by the apocalypse, have risen again from their shattered remains to put their pieces back together. Some of those pieces, however, have gained a life of their own. Peoples that have been taking care of themselves in the wake of the devastation think of themselves as independent, and seek to remain so. The remains of humanity have eeked out an existence on the fringes of livable space, always under threat from the Scourge and pirates that neighbor them.

The Shards of the Cosmic Empire continue to rule themselves as the Empire itself pushes to expand it's territory once again. They face resistance wielding what was once their technology, however. Until they can master repairs of the ancient technology, they face attrition as an enemy, as well.

The Teladi have also come to face a schism, a successful surviving colony reemerging as it's own kingdom, with ideologies too different to negotiate a merger.


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