Die Shize

The Expanse

OOC:

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Roleplay takes place during the events of the beginning of The Expanse TV series.

Character:
Kyn Mati

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Music OOC

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The ship descended. A simple vessel. Created for the public. To ferry passengers to and fro. Didn’t matter what status. Didn’t matter the passenger as long as they could pay their way, ke? One woman did. She wasn’t much of a politician. Wasn’t even much of a soldier. But she wasn’t one to be so easily reckoned with.

“Where ya goin’ after this, kopeng?” Asked a passenger adjacent from her.
The woman looked at him for a moment, deciding whether to trust in him.
In the end, it didn’t matter. The stars harbor my trust. The rest is distant.
“En’t a steppin’ stone to me, beratna,” she dared whether he’s a brother.

It was hard to tell. Sometimes the guy or gal on your left or right is a friend.
A fellow Belter. ‘Beltalowda’ as the term went, to refer to them—us Belters.
Then again, wolves fought wolves and not all dogs got along. To last breath.
She remembered the sentiment of another’s word in this dangerous universe.

“Maybe you gone for Pallas Station after this, yeah?” Her passenger questioned.
She watched, she listened. “Not so distant, I reckon. It good for mining business.”
He isn’t wrong. Pallas boasted a strong mining economy. “For Inners, ultimately.”
He chuckled. “We all pay our way, sister.” She smiled. “As slaves. As we bleed.”

The guy can take her reply any way he wanted. He was not her brother. Not really.
The vessel approached the space station and it isn’t Pallas. If not much different.
Not really. One home in the Belt’s as good as any other, some Belters will agree.
No mining outpost, though, Mira Station was a trade zone—of cheese and beef.

That’s another saying amid its inhabitants. Cheese was a commodity on Ceres.
Another saying, another story, another station, that spread around and between.
An inside joke, maybe, that more than a Belter knows. Yet Mira Station’s different.
Not completely, surely. It has its own politics. Its dealings beside trade agreements.

The transport ship touched down on ground, as far as the station would allow.
“To pochuye ke?” Her fellow passenger asked of her. She shrugged in a reply.
“Mi pensa.” She grinned. He did too. “Da diye de.” She replied. Eyes into eyes.
He fell silent. So much for beratna. Her gaze on Mira Station. Freedom. I vow.

The Expanse

OOC:

My Hider

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For discussions if desired, otherwise just hop in and we will wing it! Organic storytelling for the win.

Roleplay takes place during the events of the beginning of The Expanse TV series.

Character:
Kyn Mati

My Hider

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Music OOC

My Hider

stadt-bremerhaven.de/wp-content/uploa…

The ship descended. A simple vessel. Created for the public. To ferry passengers to and fro. Didn’t matter what status. Didn’t matter the passenger as long as they could pay their way, ke? One woman did. She wasn’t much of a politician. Wasn’t even much of a soldier. But she wasn’t one to be so easily reckoned with.

“Where ya goin’ after this, kopeng?” Asked a passenger adjacent from her.
The woman looked at him for a moment, deciding whether to trust in him.
In the end, it didn’t matter. The stars harbor my trust. The rest is distant.
“En’t a steppin’ stone to me, beratna,” she dared whether he’s a brother.

It was hard to tell. Sometimes the guy or gal on your left or right is a friend.
A fellow Belter. ‘Beltalowda’ as the term went, to refer to them—us Belters.
Then again, wolves fought wolves and not all dogs got along. To last breath.
She remembered the sentiment of another’s word in this dangerous universe.

“Maybe you gone for Pallas Station after this, yeah?” Her passenger questioned.
She watched, she listened. “Not so distant, I reckon. It good for mining business.”
He isn’t wrong. Pallas boasted a strong mining economy. “For Inners, ultimately.”
He chuckled. “We all pay our way, sister.” She smiled. “As slaves. As we bleed.”

The guy can take her reply any way he wanted. He was not her brother. Not really.
The vessel approached the space station and it isn’t Pallas. If not much different.
Not really. One home in the Belt’s as good as any other, some Belters will agree.
No mining outpost, though, Mira Station was a trade zone—of cheese and beef.

That’s another saying amid its inhabitants. Cheese was a commodity on Ceres.
Another saying, another story, another station, that spread around and between.
An inside joke, maybe, that more than a Belter knows. Yet Mira Station’s different.
Not completely, surely. It has its own politics. Its dealings beside trade agreements.

The transport ship touched down on ground, as far as the station would allow.
“To pochuye ke?” Her fellow passenger asked of her. She shrugged in a reply.
“Mi pensa.” She grinned. He did too. “Da diye de.” She replied. Eyes into eyes.
He fell silent. So much for beratna. Her gaze on Mira Station. Freedom. I vow.

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The First of Us
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Basics: Set during the opening events of The Last of Us video game around when Joel meets Ellie

The Expanse
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Basics: Set during the opening events of The Expanse TV series

The First of Us

OOC:

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Roleplay takes place during the events of the video game The Last of Us during the same year Joel first meets Ellie.

Character:
Charley

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Music OOC

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2033

It was a surreal scene. Past the city of Atlanta’s spaghetti junction, the freeway was completely free on one side of the wide street. It was empty, at least for this stretch of it, with only those white lines on the black road, as alone as an angel flying in darkness.

Poetic nonsense, maybe, but the thoughts weren’t lost on the traveler. Adventurer. Wanderer. Explorer. She stopped calling herself anything, really. She just simply...was. She had a name, but for the moment she thought only of how empty these lanes were. Charley. She remembered. With a cowboy hat on my head, a rifle at my side, a pistol at my hip, and the basic will to survive...

It was a one-way road for traffic venturing forward toward the city proper. On asphalt paved, between amalgamations of concrete, blood and sweat, were those jagged edges, where the highway had long since been forsaken, and so it had split and cracked, and sagged into abandonment.

Yep… The woman sighed between her teeth. Poetic nonsense. At best. She hesitated, delaying in the moment, enjoying this dreamlike experience of nothingness on this road paved before her feet. And hooves, for that matter. She lowered her hand, patted the neck of her horse, who whinnied in agreement.

“Getting close.” She licked her lips, and they too were split, so she wet them with a bottle of water. Finally, she looked to her left, glimpsing the other street, where the freeway ran the other way, away from the city, and what a difference.

Rows and columns of cars and cars and cars. Back in the day, she mused, those cars would be moving, but today they did not move. They were still, stagnant, lifeless, without purpose, and as empty as her side of the street.

“Dichotomy…” The woman whispered. “He’d describe this scene the same way.” She looked away, focused forward. Forward, always. “Always forward.” So her steed trotted, taking the pair of them ahead into the city of Atlanta, as abandoned as this highway, though there were rumors that settlers had since established hideouts and fortifications throughout. We’ll see.

The First of Us

OOC:

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Roleplay takes place during the events of the video game The Last of Us during the same year Joel first meets Ellie.

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Howdy! I'm currently looking for 'fanfic roleplay' (there's a better term I'm sure) and wild west roleplay.
1x1 or small group

Itching to write in the media of Final Fantasy VII, The Last of Us and The Expanse.

Not looking to go deep on the OOC planning for roleplays set in the above established works. Just gotta decide whether to jump into a timeline that the show/game takes place in, use a different setting, an entirely different story, characters etc.

For wild west, I'm thinking the plot hook is a murder occurs in or nearby a town and our characters are in a saloon. One of us can include the murder at any point and then we advance from there. This way we can use any kind of character to get involved, doesn't have to be a lawman.

I get carried away with rambling so I'm trying to keep this brief, if admittedly vague, so hit me up with questions! I can include answers in this OP for reference.

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The Seed of Orisia [Creation of The Illuminated Grove]

Character:
Vadrian Dawnwood

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Music OOC
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Light. Like sunlight. Bright. His eyes are closed. Yet he can feel the rays as plain as day.
Like he had felt her. Her fingers. Her whispers. The soft touch of a woman. Like the sun.
His woman. That man’s. Yet he felt no bed at his back. He was at rest. Was he...undone?
Had he met his end? Was this death? Am I alive? Stupid question. You’re already awake.

He had to be in order to think. Maybe this is merely a dream. Perhaps. Just another one.
Whatever gripped him, it was firm, though no smooth sheets as his bed had been. Dust.
That’s what the man’s past was. Ash and dust. She was gone. Vanished like mist. Away.
The man was alone, a gentle breeze on skin exposed, with a chill to the bone. No pain...

Wherever his beloved was, she was okay one way or the other. He promised himself this.
He’d be convinced of that much after the world had ended. When fortresses were broken.
He lied on his back. His eyes were closed. His hands slipped past fabric but felt no ocean.
Grass. He squeezed, feeling those blades of earth between fingers. Eyes began to open.

The sky is above him. No. There was no sun on that black canvas. More than one. Stars.
It wasn’t sunlight that warmed his skin. It was moonlight, cold as ice, that had frozen bones.
But the man began moving, spreading his arms, feeling twigs and leaves, sticks and stones.
Movements were languid, thoughts lazy, vision hazy, as he listened to a song of a pale heart.

Aine... He tasted her name on his lips. He could not hear his own voice. Where are...am...I...
Vaidin... She might say. If she were lying there next to him, stargazing, peering past treetops.
Beyond the dark green crowns, and the sky so far, on a new horizon, rising, like the new dawn.
I need you by my side. He might tell her. I always will be. She’d whisper. Now, my Dawn... Rise.

He did as bidden. It was night, twilight long gone, but the knight must rise. The dawn would.
Hours later, time did not matter. These trees were ageless. As ancient as House Dawnwood.
He got up. Knees were weak at first, as though he’d been asleep for years, but a man stood.
The Blade of Morning and the Earl of Tryhold. He walked, as the Lord of Dawnwatch should.

One foot forward, one boot after the other, carrying him onward through the forest’s thickets.
There were no lanterns guiding him, if barely a sense for direction, hardly a scent of purpose.
Maybe it was her, the voice in his head, the violin of his woman, his wife, bringing him in step.
Gaze ahead, hand bends a branch, ears hear the whisper of a bird, close, if still a bit distant.

Lord Dawnwood, no, a mere man, walked onward, suddenly aware of his outfit with its doublet.
A gold doublet, an orange shirt beneath it, grey trousers and boots. The colors of Dawnwood.
An orange wolf on a gold tree on a grey castle on a field of orange. Their sigil was in his head.
The signet pinned to his breast, a brooch emblazoned on his chest. I am Vadrian Dawnwood.

Shhh... The Lady of the Wood whispered. Forward. Onward. Toward the bird getting closer.
Lady Dawnwood, would she be waiting for him? Her husband’s heart thrummed in his chest.
Amid his ribs, he could hear the drum of blood thumping between his ears. A clearing ahead.
A burbling brook, maybe, a murmuring creek.The stream of dreams... He had a sudden thirst.

At the perimeter, on one side of the tree line, Vadrian stepped closer, and spotted a figure.
Another person, for certain, crouched down at the edge of the water. No. Though it isn’t her.
He stepped closer, as did another figure, a third, while this man was standing like the first.
Two men. One woman. Shaped like a wedge. A triangle. Like my own house...forever burned.

“...Is this...” He hesitated, hearing his own voice, not weak, but quiet, though just as good.
“This forest...” Vadrian’s thoughts could not find purchase. He looked from man to woman.
He did not recognize the former, the other man, and the back of the latter was turned to him.
“What is this place?” Will either recognize his own face or name? “I am...Vadrian Dawnwood.”

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