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Why Is No One Joining My RP (General Advice Thread)

"It doesn't matter what you do right. People will always remember the thing you did wrong."

The cool old man that is my father.

@rebornfan320 Getting ghosted sucks and not finding any interest in what you're about is equally terrible and I know that once you've tasted them and continue to do so again and again, it's hard to remember anything else.

I don't have the time to read through ten pages of back and forth. I'm sure it's all generally the same and I already know everyone here has tried to leave you with great advice. And maybe someone has already expressed this sentiment, but I'm sorry that you've experienced what you have while trying to RP and I'm more sorry we obviously cannot help you.

This hobby is really a beautiful thing and I hope somehow, whether through a lot of self reflection or a sudden turn of 'bad luck', you get to experience it the way the rest of us do. Till then, remember the quote and keep in mind that it works both ways.

T H E R I V E R ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ᴱˣˡᵗ ˣ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿᴾʳᵒᵐˡˢᵉ

_AD-4.M
^{PDC HQ · Holding Sublevel B2}

"Memories mostly. Although I'll admit a few years worth isn't much at all." Adam continued looking around the empty expanse, his back turned to her now. "Still important though... like all memories."

"Those bottom boxes are 'factory' in a way. I can't touch them but I can the rest, although... heh... I don't think we'll be needing all of them. The most important commands would have to be whatever you say to keep him in line. Maybe a few other personal ones whatever they may be. No more than a handful should do although it's entirely up to you and something like a 'self-destruct' works just fine. Backing up however... is not really possible. The data for rebuilding his body has already been stored but whatever he's learned is permanent. Everything he picks up whether by nature or edited, like so, is one way. Plus, as I said before, what we're looking at right now is very surface level. Everything beyond that... I mean it's data inside a real grown brain. It's science waaaay beyond me. Besides that, even if we could back him up, I would like to imagine the data as extremely dense and too much for any server to handle the transfer."

As Peter finished, the camera floating in the air began a low 'clicking' once more. After a short pause, the thin green line drew a bead to the uppermost and left most box and centered on it.

"We can edit in the 'self-destruct' command first with whatever phrase or word you want. Also, just in case you were thinking it... the self-destruct would take form in rapid brain cell death... not an actual explosion."

"Memories... but I don't recall this." Adam turned to Kefira and pointed toward a building standing alone and looking as if it had been engulfed in flames. A building that would look eerily familiar to the girl. "Is that you?"

Greetings! Candy Cane Service!

Fine. If I can't find the mysterious sender of this oh so delicious candy cane, soon as I'm home...

Chrustmas Elf and I 'bout to-

IM GOING TO FIND YOU! ^{Also thank you so much! I really really appreciate it you kind stranger you. :3}
___________NOW SHOW YOURSELF COWARD! D:<

T H E R I V E R ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ᴱˣˡᵗ ˣ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿᴾʳᵒᵐˡˢᵉ

_AD-4.M
^{PDC HQ · Holding Sublevel B2}

"It means I'm finally... here. Finally... ready to be whatever I need to be. And this..." Adam looked around and sterile white walls stared back. "...I'll be happy to see that sky again so yeah,... there's excitement." He nodded in agreement with himself as his eyes found Kefira's again, this time ignoring Peter in the background. There was no longer information there for him to pull from and it was clear whatever happened now was between himself and her.

This woman would own him and although there was an air of anxiousness to be connected, there was the smallest thought in the back of his head that itched at the edges of his mind. This was to be the last day he would truly be free to think and do and know that every action taken was on him. From this moment forward, he too was responsible for her.

"Baseline established."

"To think she could have me do anything."

"Connection secure."

^{"They said she was one of the good ones."}

"Opening neuro-link to base system. Initiating memory scan. Initiating ICLD."

^{"A lot of bad apples..."}

"C-can you hear me, Kefira?"

^{"But... I trust you're a good one."}

Adam kept his eyes on Kefira as the room around them fell away. The walls disappeared and the table separating the both of them sunk into a void below. Although gravity did not shift, the space around began to move at a blinding speed shoving the safety of that sterile room away and thrusting the both of them into a deep, heavy black. In that endless dark, specks of light blinked into existence far below and began rising up at and all around the both of them, passing at speeds that made it impossible to distinguish their size, what they were or even separate one source of light from the other. At the center of this light show appeared a different speck with a reddish hue. It approached slower than the rest but as it did, it's size expanded and continued to do so until it was clear the object was large enough to be unavoidable. Within a handful of seconds, this star turned to a spherical object and after more than a dozen, became a large ball of orange and red that Kefira and Adam were clearly about to collide with. Mars's beauty and magnificence at this distance was unmistakable and like a gigantic red flower, it opened its petals and pulled the two of them inside. As the edges of it's horizon became impossibly long and swallowed the rest of the dark space around them, they both hurtled through an unfamiliar atmosphere before, very quickly, finding their feet on the ground.

No dust was kicked during their landing.

"Well now I feel naked." Adam was standing now, and surprisingly... dressed. Black boots on the ground fed to pants that seemed surprisingly form fitting. It hugged him accentuating the muscles in his legs and climbed up and over a plain white shirt that was tucked in. Thin fabric did little to hide the rest of his physique and ended at his neckline with three buttons that held closed the v-neck cut. "Utopia Planitia. Of course."

Behind him where there had once been a plain wall was the endless expanse that was one of the larger flat craters of Mars. Numerous rocks sat as if perched upon the ground as opposed to being half buried in the dirt and around those rocks were a number of carved out indents or grooves. Next to Adam and hovering above the ground were a series of boxes.

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"Looks like you're inside me." He finally said to her with a small laugh and a smile. "I actually didn't know it would be this transparent but... welcome to my head."

"As he said, you're inside him which actually means a lot of things but the two most important is that in here... and just for right now, you can edit in some commands and you'll also be able to see into a lot of what makes him... him as opposed to it." Although Peter's voice was clear as day, he himself was nowhere to be found. However, where there was once a wall behind where he once stood was the same camera from before, now hovering six feet off the ground. Still producing the same green beam of thin light, it focused this laser on the center most box and waited.

"The commands you want are converted to code and are presented visually by the boxes here. Additionally the commands can be whatever you want. Of course he can think for himself but anything you put in here will override his other processes and he will attempt to execute that command as best he can. Anything from a simple word to make him stop moving to one that makes him fall unconscious. So... trigger word and resulting action. From there, I'll do the rest."

What Are You Listening To?

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	Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting Don’t make me run away out the back door I want my clothes back You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you I drive back to you Petals off of flowers, did you ever really love me? Now my nose is full with powder And I think that she’s still lovely, oh no She knows I’m a wreck I gave you all my trust then I told you just don’t break it I promise that I’ll clean up and maybe we can make up but no I think we’re both a mess Don’t make mе run away out the back door I want my clothes back you Say you miss me, so thеn I drive back to you I drive back to you Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting

Word association Game!

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Galarian Stories

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	______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________ __________________... in Motostoke at the Motostoke Stadium

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...You're being klutzier than usual...

Thomas tore off another strip of clear tape and fixed it to the bottom edge of the impromptu sign, the reminder now visible to everyone... including himself: "Please use your own locker." Thomas nodded.

"'That's goes without saying.'" He replied in another trainer's voice as he got up and gathered his supplies. He stuffed the small roll of tape and the pair of scissors in his back pocket and moved to leave when a shuffling at the far end of the locker gave him pause. Assuming it to be yet another early trainer, and thankfully not the one whom he'd robbed of their locker space, he dismissed it... at least until whatever it was found a voice and called out to him.

"Tom?" Thomas turned and his eyes fell on a very familiar face. White hair and fair skin. Strong gaze of sky colors and a warm smile that it's other half was often without unless in familiar company. Moira's brother was not one easily lost in a crowd of plain faces and his soft voice carried. "I should have known you were already here... and helping out of course." His smile held.

"Well that makes one of us. What are you doing here, Mark?... Are you...?" Thomas glanced him over a few times, quickly recognizing the same jersey the man had donned a few years ago during his first gym challenge taken with his sister. Back then, while they had both been defeated by the champion, it was Moira who had been offered the position of gym leader while Mark had been more than content simply being the support to his sibling. He played a major role in helping her acclimate to the position and of course, knew Thomas very well. Being here however put him on a very different path to her and not one Thomas was sure Mark even had to take. "...Are you doing the gym challenge?"

"Uh... Yeah." He took a step back and away from the lockers, gesturing at the jersey and giving Thomas a better view of the trainer before him. The patch bug symbol sewn into the chest signifying a preferred type was now easily visible as well. "How do I look?"

"Like you're ready to win." Thomas answered with an approving nod and a curl to his lip. "Like the next champion." Then his brows furrowed. "Does your sister know you're here? She didn't say anything about expecting you in the running." As he asked, Thomas tried to think back on his last conversation with Moira but failed to recall mention of her brother at any point during their talk.

"Not yet. I was going to surprise her.

"Well she's definitely going to be surprised... and happy to see you. Of course, we're going to have issues." Thomas smirked. "Your typing's a headache.

"Heh. Yeah. Speaking of, where's Draco? Don't you usually keep him out?

Again, Thomas furrowed his brow, more confused now than before. "Draco's right he-" As reached for the Pokemon curled around his neck, he met with a ball of air.

...Where the fff-...?

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There were few things in this world that Draco liked more than tart apples. A good battle was one and since his start as a trainer, Thomas was always hard pressed to keep Draco out of the fight. The other, not so surprisingly when Thomas thought about it, was Moira. Moira and her entire team to be more specific. He was sure that if given a proper choice, Draco could ditch him for her in a heartbeat and he really couldn't blame him. Her team was strong and the bond he could grow with others of his kin was not nearly on the same level as those he created with Thomas's own team.

That wasn't to say that Draco disliked his family, but as Thomas exited the stadium through the front doors only to catch Draco dancing joyous circles around Vern, it was sometimes hard to tell. Really hard to tell.

"ThomaAAAAAAAHHH!"

He flinched walking into the solid wall of cheers, already regretting his trading the early morning quiet for the chaotic noise that was... this. Giving his thermos a solid squeeze and gathering what energy and caffeine he could after having left his small preparation from before behind, he tore his gaze away from the traitorous dragon and looked upon the crowd with the warmth and excitement that they expected. It was mostly genuine. Although it was a struggle to quickly match their energy, it was that same energy that reminded him of why he did this and why any of them did this. They loved Pokemon. Loved battles. Loved their leaders and trainers and most of all, loved their Champ.

...Victoria...

Thomas peered above the crowd and then past them. When he saw nothing, he searched the skies.

...Not yet it seems. Always fashionably last... or not?

As he continued the short walk to meet with the other leaders, flashing smiles and throwing waves at some of the more energetic fans, he did a quick head count of those now standing in front of the crowd and found that besides Victoria, Elijah was still nowhere to be seen. Joseph and Henrietta had by now joined with the others and of course Moira's arrival had been hard to miss, seeing as the noise of her entrance rivaled even that of Hestia's and she had managed to steal Draco away... again. Although not usually one to be late, Thomas knew Elijah to also be quite busy, especially around this time with his students. He chalked it up to a long night and a late start and figured he'd appear any minute with Victoria not far behind. Of course, he had to finish his entrance first.

He came to a stop at the edge of the others and gave them all a nod in greeting and a smile. "Hey guys. It's been a minute."

...Entrance successful...

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^{...Draco get over here...}

T H E R I V E R ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ᴱˣˡᵗ ˣ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿᴾʳᵒᵐˡˢᵉ

_AD-4.M
^{PDC HQ · Holding Sublevel B2}

"I can tell you're getting exhausted."

The AIDA remained where he was, arms across the table and feet flat against the floor. He hadn't budged since he had been told to sit and besides occasional eye twitches and near even breathing, no movement had been recorded. For the most part, he'd kept his focus on the one other face in the room having learned rather quickly that there wasn't much else to look at around him. The walls continued to be sterile even as he knew that the one on his right was essentially false; a one way mirror. Possibly two way. No way to visually tell the difference. All he knew for sure was that since his arrival, he was being closely monitored and was under constant watch, of course.

...Nothing new...

"They should be relieving me soon." David hit another button and the monitor in front of him clipped an image of the AIDAs right eye. The accompanying feed provided data on his primary focus and not surprisingly, it had been David near the entire time. More specifically, the space around his visor... and a specific space if the readings were accurate. David glanced at the AIDA from behind the safety of his station. "Were you trying to see my eyes through this?" He tapped the headpiece.

"Reading along with you."

David squinted at the reply. ...What does that mean?...

”Alright David, your time is up.” Before he'd gotten the chance to ask, the door slid open and two faces entered the room. David breathed a sigh of relief to see both Kefira and Peter. ”Yup, time’s up. It’s Peter’s turn in the box”

"About time..." David reached under one of the monitors and pulled apart his connection to the machine, packing the excess tubing under his arm while it was slowly retracted into the pack on his back. "...Get me out of this room with this...thing." He added, under his breath. Without waiting for further acknowledgement, he nodded both of them a 'farewell' and left.

The AIDA remained unchanged.

Peter took his place behind the workstation and, like David was before, plugged himself in. His visor flashed momentarily while streams of data were compiled and exchanged between what he'd gathered and what David had. Their collective work was then distributed to the three separate monitors in front of him. Ready to begin, he turned to Kefira to signal a start, only to realize she wasn't waiting on him.

”You’ve been waiting a while for me, huh Adam?" Peter smirked at the woman's fearlessness and ability to get right to it. It was no wonder Lorelei chose her. "I can call you Adam, right? I feel like that was what your makers were going for. I mean, I’m cool with being called Kay-three-eff-slash-two-dot-four if you don't want to feel left out.”

Adam smiled. "Only two years..." He began, looking the woman over. It was a point made that her golden hair would be one of her more prominent features and sure enough, the off-yellow mane was the first to pull at his attention. With her every step, her hair matched the movement of her body and would dance around her head, accentuating the way she carried herself. Her eyes had remained focused on everything but him when she first arrived and only now after addressing him had she allowed him time to study. They were near the same hue as that of her hair and seemed to glisten under the fluorescent white of the room, the matching colors only helping to highlight how well put together she seemed. Sharp features and sharper chin slimmed to a fit physique and though still on the smaller side, Adam already knew better than to underestimate the woman standing in front of him. "You... are everything I was led to expect, officer. And Adam is fine, although I was told that your name was Kefira... or read. Would you rather I called you Kefra?"

As he finished, he glanced over at Peter who was now positioned behind her. For a brief moment, he read the reflection off the man's eyes through his visor, making a point to track what exactly he was reading and extrapolate how it pertained to him. However, his insight was short lived when only a few seconds after he had begun did Peter catch his gaze. Peter's pupils suddenly went dark and whatever reflection or colors there were to be found in his eyes were pulled into the black.

Peter continued to hold his smirk. "We're ready. Ask him whatever you would like so I can establish a baseline as it pertains to you and then we'll move to establishing and editing commands.". He hit a key and the same camera embedded in the wall behind Peter before began making a series of barely audible 'clicks' once again.

What Are You Listening To?

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	I was waiting for the bus one day Watched a fight between an artsy couple escalate Strawberry cheeks flushed with defeated rage Then he spilled his coffee as he frantically explained Maybe if you took a breath You would hear me when I talk to you Threw her necklace in his face Eyes so bright with disappointment I saw something inside her break Everybody knows the feeling Suddenly he started screaming "Caroline, I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried Caroline, I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried, I swear to God I tried" Ripped the hem of her skirt as she ran Panicking and weaving through the crowds on Oxford Street Watched his world dissolve in his hands Tried to roll a blem then put his head between his knees, ooh Maybe if she took a breath She would know I did it all for her Agony and hints of sage Her eyes blind with disappointment I couldn’t recognize her face Shards of glass live in this feeling Have to somehow stop her leaving "Caroline, I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried Caroline, I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried Caroline, I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried Caroline, I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried I swear to God I tried, I swear to God I tried"

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