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Current That isekai idea works until you take into account the advanced part and include things like AI, brain machine interfaces, etc. Knowledge can just be downloaded.
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Some day's I regret setting foot in this site.
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What do you mean by added? Like to a PM or something?
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What the pog doin?
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Unless you love kids a little too much, then a prison sentence is what can be done about it.
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I vote that we get a CS and start the RP soon. Leading cause of death for RPs is a prolonged starting period.


I agree, even though it has been four days since this was first posted, I think the sooner we start the better. That way the character ideas and interest people have shown in this thread so far remains fresh.
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Even then that doesn't mean necessarily mean they speak the same language. Me and Assallya learnt to play it by 'the power that got us here somehow made us understand everyone!'


Hmm. Makes sense. I'll go with that.
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Could you just go from your perspective everyone is speaking the right language for you?

Just saves complications down the line. The hand we've been dealt and all that.


Sure. I mean, pretty much everyone on the other ships are human, or most of them anyway, so it'll work.
I'll see about getting a post up soon.
I third the notion.
I'm really tired. I was going to do more fluff but then was like, I'm gonna get that out!

The Atlantis call is an open transmission so y'all can get it. We're also going to do the whole everyone conveniently hears the language they understand thing. Written languages are different though.


I'll just have the ship come equipped with translation technology. Hell, the Ancients must have had some in order to talk with the other races they encountered or allied with.
~Bartholomew~

Location: NYC Compound, Wit's End - 3:12 PM.
Mentions & Interactions: @MsMorningstar, @Lurking Shadow, & @Randomness.


"Both my job and my powers are important... in a way." He said, taking another draw from his cigar and exhaling a large cloud of tobacco scented of smoke. "But neither are things I like to discuss out in the open. Especially with people I've just met. Pardon my brashness, but in my line of work, taking risks is looked down upon. Greatly." Bartholomew said, putting out his cigar in a nearby ashtray before chucking it into a bin a couple of feet to his left. Taking another swig of his drink, Bartholomew was about to continue the conversation with Carmen, when a bald man with a brown beard, who was clad in a short blue jacket, jeans, and running shoes, strode into the bar. Standing there for a couple of seconds, and allowing his green colored eyes to roam from patron to patron, the man eventually let out a slight cough as he nonchalantly walked over to Bartholomew, leaned in closer to the left side of the his face, and whispered something into his ear before standing upright. Taking one last look at the patrons currently in the bar, the man calmly turned round towards the entrance and headed back outside, his form slowly disappearing into a large crowd of people at a nearby crossroad.

Bartholomew did his best to conceal his concerned expression as he pressed the glass to his lips one more time and took another swig, completely downing its contents in one go. Placing the glass down on the table with a disappointed sounding sigh, Bartholomew turned back to Carmen. "I do apologize for having to run on you like this, but something work related just came up, and I'm afraid that my presence is required immediately." Getting up, Durant quickly grabbed his cane as he left a twenty on the bar to pay for the drink, and bowed slightly to Carmen before tucking his cane back underneath his arm and striding out the door.








@Lmpkio

Apophis froze as the sound of a distant, yet familiar, roar reached his ears. Dipping his snout into the Nile for one last drink, the old reptile quickly turned away from the river, sending a large spray of water into the air as it did so, and began worming its way up a nearby dune. Lifting his large tendril covered head, the venom covered surface of which glistened in the harsh afternoon sun, Apophis began to search the air for scents. First with his nose, and then with his tongue until he found what he was looking for.

It was an old scent. A very old one, but one that he remembered nonetheless. A scent of death and heat. Of fire and primal rage...

It was the scent of Horus, the strongest of Apophis's old foes and the one who had given him the most trouble in ages past as their hunting grounds and nests were practically right next to each other, only seperated by a few miles of sand, water, and rocks.

And now it seemed as though he had finally re-emerged at long last. Good. It had been too long since he had put that arrogant creature in its place...

Far too long.

Stretching out both of his wings as a low rumble began to build in his chest, Apophis bowed his head for a few seconds before rearing his face up towards the heaven's above and releasing his own equally loud and equally territorial bellow, which was carried across the seemingly endless expanse of sand and off into the distant horizon.

After spending the next couple of minutes warming the rest of his long winding body, to ensure maximum muscle efficiency, Apophis burst into motion and took to the air, his massive leathery black wings quickly lifting him higher and higher with each beat. Weaving his way from current to current, updraft to downdraft and back to updraft yet again, the old Sun Eater made his way towards Giza as he had all those years ago, rage burning paradoxically hot within the confines of his icy heart.
~ALASTOR~




The steady beep of the heartbeat monitor quickened as Alastor's heart beat increased, his mind growing ever closer to consciousness. Letting out a pained moan, the Laizu turned human slowly opened his eyes, which had a soft violet glow even in the bright sterile environment of the room he was now laying in, and examined his surroundings. Instead of a blue expanse with periodic patches of cold and white or the churning ashen gray of his home plane, Alastor saw a barren white plane above him in which squares of light were embedded, hanging in midair a few feet above him. Turning his head slightly, or as best he could given the spikes of pain he now felt radiating throughout his body, a side effect of the impact most likely, the injured Laizu examined the rest of the strange room it now found itself in. Off to the right were several rectangular objects, some with odd billowy substances laying on them, with others being surrounded by the stuff, each of which was a different color. And off to the left was just more of the same, although there were some major differences with these rectangular objects than with those on his right side.

Unlike the objects off to his right, the one's on his left had what looked to be primitive technological devices attached to them. Most of which seemed to be monitors of some kind, though there were some metallic looking devices with clear fluid filled sacks hanging from hooks sitting next to them. Alastor let out a mental chuckle. These humans and their tech. It was somewhat similar to his peoples technology, albeit much less advanced or sophisticated. Hell, they still had to find a way to convert their physical forms into that of pure energy or something similar to it if they ever wanted to traverse dimensional barriers. That or come up with some pretty powerful devices... Alastor let his head fall back onto a soft puffy surface with a weak sigh as he ended that line of thinking. He'd be laying here all day if he kept musing like this. And that was time he could not afford to waste. He had to figure out a way of getting back to Chaazim. And possibly raising a military force along the way. His power had been greatly diminished since arriving and Alastor knew that his enhanced human body could only do so much, especially in a hostile realm like that of his home plane.

Maybe another dimension could provide him with the tech, forces, and resources he required. Zi'ir or Kakrin perhaps...

Alastor's eyes narrowed into thin slits as he immediately cut off his previous line of thought. For standing directly in front of him was a human male in a blueish shirt, pants, a white coat that reached down to his waist, gloves, and a mask.

"Who are you?" Alastor asked, his voice becoming low and menacing. "And where am I?"
@ZAVAZggg Sure! The concept sounds fine to me.


Alright.

Edit: And thanks. Been looking for a way to make the concept ever since first thinking it up.
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