InertiaMade a short post as well. Nothing fancy, but it should work until we all get into the hangar.
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There's not much about me to say.
I was born in December 1998, and I've been doing Forum RP since 2011. I live in Southeast Asia-- the Philippines (GMT +8:00) in particular, so if I'm not around, I'm probably asleep or otherwise busy. I mostly do Group RPs and Tabletop Games (off-site). I've never been in a 1x1 RP, but some of the premises seem interesting enough.
I like Fantasy, Sci-fi, and certain Anime settings. I do shy away from certain genres as a matter of preference (historical, slice-of-life, grimdark, etc), and if I know nothing about a fandom setting in question, I'm far less likely to throw my hat in the ring-- but if the premise is interesting enough, I may give it a shot regardless.
I like to be relatively active, though life gets in the way sometimes. If you're lurking and are trying to get me to post, if you want to be a mutual friend, or if you want to invite me to a specific RP, just let me know...I don't bite. So long as you aren't rude, we'll get along just fine, and even then, I may extend a sort of professional courtesy between us as writers.
With that out of the way, if you're here, you're probably looking for more of my writing. Thankfully, I've recently compiled a list of my characters (with links to their respective RPs) from this site. If you want to check them out, the link is here.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! May the RPs you're in be of an acceptable posting speed, and eventually, come to end on a decent conclusion...
...A man can dream, eh?
I was born in December 1998, and I've been doing Forum RP since 2011. I live in Southeast Asia-- the Philippines (GMT +8:00) in particular, so if I'm not around, I'm probably asleep or otherwise busy. I mostly do Group RPs and Tabletop Games (off-site). I've never been in a 1x1 RP, but some of the premises seem interesting enough.
I like Fantasy, Sci-fi, and certain Anime settings. I do shy away from certain genres as a matter of preference (historical, slice-of-life, grimdark, etc), and if I know nothing about a fandom setting in question, I'm far less likely to throw my hat in the ring-- but if the premise is interesting enough, I may give it a shot regardless.
I like to be relatively active, though life gets in the way sometimes. If you're lurking and are trying to get me to post, if you want to be a mutual friend, or if you want to invite me to a specific RP, just let me know...I don't bite. So long as you aren't rude, we'll get along just fine, and even then, I may extend a sort of professional courtesy between us as writers.
With that out of the way, if you're here, you're probably looking for more of my writing. Thankfully, I've recently compiled a list of my characters (with links to their respective RPs) from this site. If you want to check them out, the link is here.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! May the RPs you're in be of an acceptable posting speed, and eventually, come to end on a decent conclusion...
...A man can dream, eh?
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That first reply from her surprised him a little. It meant she had little to no attachment back to wherever her home was... though he supposed that he should've expected a response like that. If you went into the ice on the regular, you probably didn't have much waiting for you back home anyway-- and she's been in the ice longer than anyone else he's ever known. Holden merely nodded at her second response with a satisfied look.
"Fair enough." Holden smiled. "It's good to have you with us then, Miss Isra."
As Adam went to speak to Artemie, Holden looked to Zakharin, Jacira, and Fox. The prospect of having a place named after himself certainly sounded interesting to Castle, but the recognition wasn't why he was here. Jacira mentioned heading to the hangar bay, to which the man nodded.
"It's about that time." Castle rose from his seat on the bench, glancing at his watch. It looked like they had enough time to walk to the hangar with time to spare, though it would be nice to be punctual. He also noted that the date read fifteen years ahead from the time he went into Cryosleep. Holden took a small satisfaction in the fact that his timepiece remains reliable, and picks up the remnants of his meal. "Let's get moving."
The man followed shortly behind the others, disposing the remains of his MRE into the waste heap, before stacking his tray on top of the others.
Nice. I'll see about posting today if I can manage.
I'm really sorry for the delay. Everything should have been pretty much set when I got up here but someone bungled something somewhere so I've had some extra things to deal with. If not tonight tomorrow.
No worries! It seems everyone's been busy these past few weeks, myself included. Hopefully, we can get posts back on track soon, but there's really no rush.
I'll probably wait on Artemie's reply before continuing, otherwise, it'll seem like I started a conversation and then left in the middle of it.
Glad to see we're still alive!
Alistair was not completely satisfied with the man's response. It did not answer the concerns he put forth, and it certainly didn't make complete sense. You didn't have to be an inquisitor to know that something was off-- why the King would choose to keep something like this a secret was beyond him. A scouting party was more than reasonable, but why did it have to remain clandestine, and why did it have to be this group of people?
It was peculiar, to say the least.
Still, it seemed as if the man would refuse to divulge anything pertinent at the moment, and so Alistair simply nodded. Patience was a virtue after all. Soon after, Virgil departed for a meeting shortly after showing the group around the area and telling them a few things that he felt was important. The priest made a mental note to look for these answers again in the future. As per his instructions, Alistair kept that simple white band with him, finding the presence of that simple silver cross reassuring. It was a mark of shame-- one that many of the faithful were not afraid to carry around. It kept them grounded, for it reminded people that at the height of humanity's hubris, it was humans that drove the Messiah and the Creator away.
Perhaps there was no chance at absolution... to be forgiven of all sin and to be free of consequences so easily... but it would be a sin to succumb and fall into depravity. To accept the fate that had been given to them. The right thing to do was simple: all they had to do was try to be better. To try and be worthy of salvation.
As Alistair was ruminating on the meaning of religious iconography, he looked around at the group that had assembled. Five women and three men, including himself. The first to speak was a woman with blonde hair who had introduced herself as Braska, from the northern lands. She seemed to be the timid type, but the priest could tell that she possessed great strength of spirit, and could be relied upon when the time was right.
"My name is Alistair." The priest said with a gentle smile. "As an ordained priest and inquisitor, I suppose you could address me as Father-- but I walk amongst you all as a fellow crusader." He then explained. "Simply Alistair will do, but if you must... you may call me Brother." He bowed politely. "A pleasure to meet you all."
He briefly wondered if he had been too heavy-handed with his introductions, but he figured that once this was out of the way, they could get to know one another better. Braska then mentioned her skills, prompting Alistair to do the same. "I've been trained in the arts of battle by the inquisition. I can serve many roles, but my place is at the front." The priest said matter-of-factly. Most people believed that someone of his stature would be better staying away from the battle. He knew better.
Alistair himself knew how dangerous an undertaking like this could be, and while he would try his hardest to ensure everyone's survival, he knew he could not in good conscience, make a promise he might not be able to keep. "...Let's do our best." And God will do the rest. He thought that last part to himself but did not say so aloud.
The priest waited until everyone finished with their introductions and then nodded. "I believe it best we keep our rooms separated into male and female quarters, as Virgil suggested." He says simply. "That way, the ladies can have their privacy, and we can have ours." Alistair of course, waited to see if there were any objections to that, but on the assumption that there weren't any, he went to his quarters to retire for the rest of the day.
He unpacked his belongings, storing them in his footlocker. Although he was eager to explore the city, standing under the blazing desert sun for an hour or two had been more than a little bit exhausting. Alistair changed out of his heavy inquisitor robes and donned a simple priest's cassock. It was still quite a bit stuffy, but he welcomed the removal of the extra weight. The man then spent the remainder of the day maintaining his equipment, acquainting himself with the building, and resting his weary body.
Alistair remembered the priests from the chapel stating that most people do not go out in the evening. Seeing an opportunity, the man spoke to the people in his quarters and then extended that same invitation to the people in the other room. He noted Braska's disappearance, but paid it little mind-- she was likely busy. "I will begin my evening prayers soon. If you are not busy and would like to join me, you are free to do so." He smiled. "Of course, I will not hold it against you if you decide not to. Such is the way of things, after all." The priest appended with a bit of understanding. Prayer was not for everyone, especially nowadays, as God has long since fallen silent. To him? Virtuous action was more than enough.
But who knows? Perhaps this was an opportunity to grow closer to one another, provided they give him the chance.
Now I'm imagining a really, really terrible low-budget pulp action film about Red Atlas that was thrown together in a month by a couple of high school students, who managed to finish their film before the Martian Government could.
Always love to see an RP that moves quickly, eh? Also, that's pretty hilarious. I'd imagine the Space Wikipedia must split off into Red Atlas, Red Atlas (Ship), Red Atlas (Movie), Red Atlas (Cartoon), Red Atlas (Video Game), and Red Atlas (Action Figures and Collectibles). Many more to come, with sequels and spinoffs.
Happy to help. Had lots of fun making those, heh.
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