deadpixel101

The Spirits Within

@Prisk

Oooh cool.

I like that a lot!

So then the picture in my mind still works, it just leaves the elements more open then I had thought!

So would these congregated spirit characters be an amalgamation of the different elements, or just high concentrations of one?

And looping back to my first question, what would a reasonable number of these more distinct spirits be to have?

Thank you so much for helping me understand btw =v=

The Spirits Within

@Prisk

Okay so then spirits still have individuality and personality, but you don't have a constant pool of them. Like your friendly fish water one who you grew up with or anything like that. They come and go as you gather them and they are expended by way of points in battle?

Or am I still waaay of the mark lol

The Spirits Within

Hi! Not at all, ask as many questions as you want!

@Prisk

I see! I had a very different image of spirits in my mind. I was thinking of them as very distinct, as if you housed a few that you knew. Sort of like they were secondary characters.

Having the options to use all elements instead of just a few is neat though, and makes everyone versatile, so that's still just as interesting.

Cool then, that clears things up, thank you :D

The Spirits Within

Hello there.

I'm also very excited about this!

I do have a few questions though, namely about how exactly these powers function. How much liberty do we have in that regard?

Also how many spirits should a beginning character have? One powerful one or a few less connected ones?

On another note, though still a question; is the whale oil inspired by dishonored?

Hope i'm not being a bother.

Wrath of Darkness

Rig couldn't see well what was going on down there. He had no way of zooming in on the details, but from the words of his group he was pretty okay with it. He wouldn't have enjoyed the grisly scene anyways. As things died down, and the crowd began to disperse Rig still had no words. He honestly felt quite small from this whole situation. The people who were his teammates seemed more acclimated to the situation, then there was the sheer size of the wild-men group, and of course the unearthly light/obelisk.

As they descended in surprising safety down to the thing, Rig felt his skin electrify and his guts churn. The air was thick with this thing. Whatever it was, it carried more life in it than any stone Rig had heard of. There wasn't a massive amount of detail in it's form, and yet it's gravity outstripped that. This thing was defined like a knife in this world, cutting it's way into it. It was smooth and glossy, yet felt almost sharp and coarse. More than tangible it drew them in, and yet it felt so otherworldly and non-existent.

"Yeah I do machines not spooky dragon rocks, i'm keeping my distance."

He stood back, despite the obvious tug towards the thing. His sense of self-preservation and ties to this world, kept him making a bubble between that. That...thing. He sighed through his teeth, standing near Bastet. Nervous about it, yet preferring the hellbeast over the dragon stone. He looked back just in time to see Isis touch the stone, and even before what came next his heart dropped.

Why would she do that?

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Andre

Laughed in slight hysteria, wiping away tears quickly and doing his best to get to his feet without assistance. "God yes I am alright! Oh it's so good to see you!" He began to go in to hug this kind stranger, but immediately realized how odd that would be, and instead moved his hand up to push them through his hair, a classic "so anyways" motion. "I'm so glad I ran into you all, there are so many of you! Holy shit!" His face was lit up with a massive grin, his teeth showing and his eyes it up. Never had he been this happy to see people. It was obvious they were making a break for it.

Especially when one girl, their leader maybe? Passed them by without a second thought and called for them to follow if they wanted. He turned to look at Ada, as if remembering he was in a conversation with her. "Hey, thanks. I appreciate the concern. We should probably follow them though yeah?" He grinned and gestured behind him with his thumb, stating the obvious. He giggled and spun on his heel, beginning to skip down the halls. The idiot made his way down, keeping a slow enough pace to look back and check if the others were near behind. Only losing his smile when the yelling started. His face went pale and he stopped in his tracks. What was going on around this corner?

He should have ran, not away but towards them. Even if they weren't his best chance at survival, they were also living beings, trying to escape this shit-heap.

But he didn't.

He stayed glued where he was, the gravity of everything rushing back and weighing on his shoulders. He didn't want to turn around that corner. Then something loud happened and the sound of metal doors clanging against the walls made Andre jump, taking a few steps back. What a joy-kill existential fear was.

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

You know, Ada could have just punched the doors open. Also, not sure if I should post again since I'm waiting for @deadpixel101's response.

@Devol

Ah sorry! Will get something out soon.

Ah yes, I had a question @deadpixel101. Did your character fall unconscious? Or was it, in fact, the 'shadow' that fell as just before it dispersed?

probably a silly question, but I just wanted to know :)

@Silentsniper211

Yes it was the shadow that disappeared. The real flesh boy fell to the ground laugh crying :)

EDIT:

Also, just to assure something myself. Some of the group went into the gass-elevator, and others were still outside right? Getting conked by a flying door would be a lame way to die as far as super-mutant escapes go.

Wrath of Darkness

Rig didn't have much to say on their travels, nor on arrival to the crater's general vicinity. He was more focused on getting used to riding the damn thing, even if he wasn't at the helm.

As the others went into action, scouting and trading plans on how to approach the situation, Rig took comfort in not having to do so. He was never much of a leader. He would take orders or do what he thought right, but he never had it in him to tell others what to do. Listening to the scout party begin to static changed this lack of envy to a tangible guilt. The threat potential came back to his mind and he began to worry. The feeling boiling in his stomach, as he could do nothing but wait for the situation to unfold. As the botched messages stopped coming through to leave way for the rest of them to follow, Rig felt sweat on the back of his neck. Luckily no one was hurt, but he hated the sound of this place. His earlier excitement to dissolve this mystery now gone, it's as if his instinct was telling him to stay far away from that crater, and more-so the pillar.

Naturally they went forward. Weaving their way down to the cusp. Reaching the zenith before the curve down, the almost blinding light showed Rig something he had never hoped to see. A nation of wild-men worshiping a neon god. The beam of light cutting through reality and breaking the sky above. His ears were filled with a ringing sound, and the rest of the world fell away. He was outright mesmerized by the sight. The silhouettes of those people squirming and moving around the light was oddly bewitching. He was only pulled away when he heard Spook voice her concerns.

The fear came back. Shit was she right. They couldn't do a thing against this many people. If that light came from something good, they'd never reach it. A twitch of his lip responded to that line of thought. "If it's good." What if it's not? Whatever it is, it's strong enough to pull in people, bend the sky and take down choppers.

"Why aren't there any monsters here?"

He thought aloud. If this thing pulled in people, why not other creatures? Surely this many people would at least bring in monsters, but the surrounding area was quiet. Why?

"Maybe it keep them away..." He murmured. He didn't want ti propose any ideas that were spun off the dome. And also, he was still rather distracted but what he was looking at.

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

I finally posted again.

Met up with the group!

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Andre

Wasn't sure how long he had been jogging for. It couldn't have been that long honestly but he wasn't exactly in the best of shape. A plastic cube wasn't the most solid cardio setting. Still, he felt fantastic. Sweating, a bit short of breath, burning in his legs. He was moving! It might have been a bit stupid but he forgot how much space people used. Keeping his arms wide at times and feeling the air pass over him was a small treasure in and of itself.

He paused for a bit after taking another turn to lean against the wall and catch some breath, trying to laugh aloud as he did. He could still hear the stomping of some guards, and he wasn't sure if they were chasing him, or there were just a lot of them running about. He rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck, deciding not to wait long enough to ask.

Taking off again he took whatever turn he wanted, sometimes debating the decision and enjoying having options again, or just doing what his instincts told him, enjoying not having to think. As he neared a turn he realized he hadn't noticed the sound of nearing footsteps. Trying to stop all at once, panic rose from his soles to his crown. He slipped on his bare feet on the cold floor and tumbled down past the bend of the hallway. He scrambled in fear as he heard steps getting even closer. Sitting upright he brought his shadow out of mind-space and into the third dimension. It standing in a boxers stance before him. He noticed though that looking ahead, he didn't see rows of army boots. Leaning to the side hesitantly he saw a blessing. A group of strangers, all confused and scared. Looking just like he did.

For a moment the boy was confused. And when it clicked his face changed from aghast, to elated. A toothy grin spreading widely on his pale face. For the first time in a long time, he was speechless. He didn't even notice but a few tears had found there way rolling down his cheek. His shadowy puppet melted into a purple mist and left the image of just a laughing young man with a red cheek from hitting the floor at max speed.