Force and Fury

Kōkyo | Anime Survival Horror RP [Interest Check]

I'll get to the thread and stuff this weekend.

@Kuro

Looking super forward to it! BTW, if you have any ideas on or preference for which one of those four reprobates I play, feel free to share lol.

Word association Game!

Throne

Newcomer

(insert generic message of welcome)

Good to meet you. It's a pretty big place here (though not dauntingly so), with plenty to do. Hopefully, we'll have the chance to write together at some point. Feel free to DM me if you have any questions, need anything, or wanna bounce some ideas off of someone who's a sucker for that kind of thing. Stay awesome!

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

Just wanted to pop in and say that this looks awesome! Gorgeous world, cool lore (I'm a sucker for some good lore), and that CS is a thing of beauty! I won't be putting in an application since it looks like you have plenty of eager people already, I'm rather late to the party, and my plate is quite full at the moment anyways. However, if you get any drops or ever find yourself looking for some new players in the future, don't forget this post and drop me a DM. Godspeed and happy storytelling!

Questions and Answers

I dress up as a pirate for Halloween and I have every year since I was 14. When I do this, I method act and remain in character until the sun rises the next morning. During university, I met and hit it off with a girl, as a pirate, and her in costume too. After we parted for the night, she acknowledged that she would never recognize me out of costume on campus. We could run into each other a dozen times and never know. We decided that it was best that way...

What was the most embarrassing thing you've ever (intentionally) said to someone?

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Teenagers

Hello~!

Dammit! I was late to the party (I'm always late, and often not fashionably). Anyways, welcome aboard. Good to see more ADHD peeps and sci-fi writers here. Here's hoping we get to write together sometime. 'Til then, stay awesome!

May you walk on warm sands..

Welcome aboard new-but-not-new person! There are plenty of great fantasy offerings here, among other things. I look forward to seeing you in them and hopefully writing alongside you sometime. If you'd like any help with direction or just with getting the lay of the land, I'm a DM (that's 'direct message' and not 'dungeonmaster', haha) away!

Code Vein (Closed)

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_{Location: Cross-street Battleground @ The Ruined City // Date: February 23, 2057 // Time: 11:11 // Interactions: Ajax @DClassified, everyone else on the Rear Team mentioned.}

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Lys had been preparing to loose another shot - expanding head and not explosive, since she had zero desire to blow herself up - when she'd caught sight of Ajax hurtling her way. It was an act of trust, putting your life in someone else's hands, but not an unfamiliar one, and one she'd been on both ends of. She kept her bow raised, arrow nocked, until she was sure he'd dealt with the problem. Her hands went immediately to her wheels then in a vain attempt to preempt the embarrassment of being lifted out. It's just the wheelchair equivalent of getting your foot stuck under something, she counseled herself, Could've happened to anyone. Yet, Lysandra was smart enough not to believe her own bullshit. Maybe, someday, she'd be able to accept with grace that she did pretty damned well with half a working body - well enough that she had value to these people - and that it was okay if she needed more help sometimes. That moment did not come now, however.

Ajax jostled her loose. "I thought you trained to have a leg up on those kinds of obstacles…” he teased, and she glared lasers at him as he handed her controller back. "I usually rely on force of arms," she replied, putting hands to wheels. "But I wanted to keep you sharp. Plus -" she smiled sweetly and shrugged "- turning down the chance to be rescued by the Sword of Cerberus himself?" She arched an eyebrow. "I don't think so," she cooed, pausing and perhaps blushing a little. She needed a breath just to say the words: "Thanks, Chop-Chop." In return, she received a simple nod.

Then, Lys turned on the spot, dusting off the controller on her lap and taking stock of things. Sage and Princess were orbiting and Desmond had his glaive stuck in a Thrall's eye socket. It dispersed presently and it appeared to have been the last in the immediate area. Meanwhile, Dallas seemed to have overcome the Tent that had ambushed him and Vincent was almost up in the A-type's grille, about to feed it a righteous knuckle sandwich. "So um... should we -" Ajax pulled his sword and pointed it just as a Kruger Thrall came barreling around the ruined car. Lysandra whipped out the pistol taped to the bottom of her seat and put two rounds into its head. It fell and dispersed. She let out a breath and lowered her gun. Ajax, for his part, returned the sword to its sheath, seeming completely unbothered. "So yeah," Lys continued, "think we should... help those guys or whatever?"

Ajax peered over that way and furrowed his brow. "We'll see," he replied, voice almost evaluative. "Check your devices to make sure they are still functioning well enough."

"Yeah," she agreed. "They look alright." She flipped the controller over on her lap just to be sure, "but I should check." With that, she lowered the headset over her eyes, took up the joystick, and was flying once again.

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The Hourglass Order

Part Four: Prospero of Revidia and Segona

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Prospero Malatesta was a cautious man but, paradoxically, a risk taker. If anything, his strongest characteristic had always been knowing precisely when and how to leap. Today, he had made such a leap and, in the strictest sense, it had paid off for him. Even now, his enemies were fleeing the city, tails between their figurative legs. Jobanzaggah, he had allowed to stay on the council, simply because he had no further partners who were both reliable and credible and because it would leave the Belzaggic emperor in his debt. Of course, he didn't expect the Thunder King to honour any sort of formal agreement, so he had merely asked for an exchange of favours.

Giving up Horik had hurt, but President Yibozo was a definitive upgrade. The Eskandish king had provided ample reminder mere hours ago of what a hotheaded fool he truly was. "There will be blood," he had threatened. Prospero had nearly rolled his eyes. The only blood shed would be Horik's, most likely when his people rebelled against the costly and foolish war he was sure to try to call.

Yet, despite the completeness of his victory and the humiliation of his enemies, an uneasy feeling sat atop Prospero's stomach as he listened to updates from his spy chiefs. Rouis had had a moment there, as Perrence had been ousted from the council. It had been a powerful one - the sort that spread, as news, on the tongues of people who made stories. The Doge knew that he needed to nip it in the bud.

That was not the only thing bothering him, though. The poise of Rouis... he'd always been a hothead. That song the girl had started: The Doge had had his people scout her after the fact. She was to be in the king's carriage tonight as part of his guard. Her father - a printer - had ties to Rouis. It was not an ironclad fact that the entire thing had been planned, but it was a possibility and Prospero didn't like possibilities when they weren't ones that he could control or that wouldn't benefit him.

There were many moving pieces on the board now and, as always, having some idea of what they were and who was moving them would give him a better understanding of why they were being moved and where they might go next. He had pieces of his own, of course, and they were doing his work - the work needed to drag this world out of its feudal ignorance and into an age of enlightenment, science, and reason. Of course, people tend to resist changes so fundamental, and it was inevitable that blood would have to be -

It cut into his thoughts: a cracking boom, distant but massive, and Prospero l'Anguilla turned to gaze out the balcony of his villa. It was on a small, semi-forested hill and, when he glanced down, he could see that a few people in the streets below had taken notice as well. He furrowed his brow, casting about, and reached out with the Gift, searching for any sign of what had caused such an explosion.

"My Doge!" It was Maurizio, stepping out with alarm on his face, ever protective. Prospero smiled reassuringly. "Don't fear, my friend. I am quite well." The look of relief on his guard chief's face was palpable. Prospero stepped further out onto the balcony and craned his neck, certain that the noise had come from that direction.

An enormous mushroom-shaped cloud rose into the sky and the usually impossible to ruffle Doge of Revidia blinked in surprise. What in Eshiran's name!? he wondered, instinctively reaching out for familiar energy signatures. Eight. He counted them. All six Arch Zenos, the Zenith, and the Paradigm were accounted for. There were other strong signatures too: some of the Zenos, Tans, and even students. He noticed Maurizio staring off in awe at the explosion with him. "Whoever's responsible for that, they're not from the school." That was... due North, Prospero noted, and he wondered. There were four moons up in the sky tonight. He'd heard rumours, of course, but he hadn't been able to confirm them, much to his annoyance. Still, what could've been dangerous enough to make him reveal his true power? The Doge shuddered at the thought.

"Milord," Maurizio prodded. "What shall I do?"

Prospero's eyes narrowed. He clasped his hands behind his back and pivoted to face his oldest and most loyal confidante. "Have the Tethered reach out and confirm those energies." He nodded. "And have our people who can move with the Gift dispatched due north and south down the Godsroad, nearly to the borders." He paused. "Have another out to sea, in the direction His Majesty, the Emperor of Belzagg, departed. They are only to witness and report, not to engage."

Maurizio bowed slightly at waist, hands pressed against his sides. "Very good, sir."

"And Solaire, the performer, request his audience here on the morrow."

Maurizio nodded. "It shall be done."

Prospero smiled tightly. "That is..." As he spoke, he reached out with the Gift, deadening the air outside of his immediate surroundings to sound. The enemy were at the gates - the true enemy. He could feel them, and his gaze turned in their direction, even though they had rendered themselves beyond sight. "... not all," he amended.

"Yes, milord?"

"Send for the girl. Send for Ismette."