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Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

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Violent Sea Creature Assault Leaves Local Ship Crash Survivor Dead

Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

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"I'll... I'll check out our surroundings. Before we repair any damage, we're going to have to collect materials to make the tools." Even though the way the girl´s eyes settled on the diving equipment clued Nikolai on what she was going to say, he still felt anxious when she confirmed their course of action. He stared at another set of gear and sighed quietly in resignation. Anything related to water outside of hot baths implied great discomfort, either through salt and seaweed or chlorine and body fluids. The fact that being underwater was going to be a constant activity in his new life as a disaster survivor made him get over his petty discomfort, and so Nikolai walked over to the girl’s side saying nothing other than a calm “Sure”.

Helping his crew member get into her diving gear was a little tougher than he expected. His mind jumped from excuse to excuse as to why he struggled but the task ultimately ended up taking nothing more than common sense. Now it was his turn. The girl explicitly mentioned staying in contact via radio while both of them searched, so she obviously meant that he would join in on exploration.

A quick look at the crackling devices that decorated their humble pod reassured him that staying in the pod was just as risky as swimming outside of it. Probably. Maybe. He confirmed that his crew member was suited up and ready to dive before trying to equip his own gear, which looked alright for something that survived a crash landing. Or at least it would have if it was worn properly. Stumbling around with it placed incorrectly, he quickly realized why the girl had asked for assistance.

Nikolai swallowed the last bits of his pride and spoke in a quieter tone of voice. “I´d like some help as well, uh…” The realization that neither knew each other´s names put the sentence on a pregnant pause.

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“Well…” said Hugo, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His enormous fingers were skittering across the fabricator´s digital display faster than anyone with hands his size had any right to be. The simple smile that had been on his face had disappeared and had been replaced by a frown. His dark eyes met Amari´s. “I wanted to repair this escape pod, but I do not have the tools to do it,” he said, with his hands still testing out as much of the machine as possible. “There is the option to make a repair tool for general use, but I do not have the materials.”

Hugo slouched to get a better view of the fabricator´s screen and began to point and read aloud. “It says… silicone rubber… cave sulfur… and titanium!” He named the three materials with heavy emphasis and determination, with his accent applying enthusiasm to the wrong vowels.

The next few seconds consisted of Hugo turning his head around to scout the pod. He was used to having an assortment of tools with either ridiculously niche or overly general uses at his disposal, so his mood dampened a bit from the frustration of being unable to help.

Having exhausted this option, he resumed sifting through the menus before coming to an abrupt halt. A frown once again began to form on his usually smiling face. "This fabricator is not in a good condition. A lot of the blueprints are missing." He stared at the screen rather than at his crew member, a strange action for somebody so polite, and a reminder of the gravity of the situation that they now found themselves in.

Hugo knew that the PDA he was clutching had rebooted itself in emergency mode complete with plenty of information on survival. He didn´t care for reading all of it, having been a hands on person for his entire life. Right now, his plan was to start searching their pod for anything that could help. As a former maintenance worker he had a pretty good idea as to what materials the emergency pod had, but he wanted to scour through it regardless. "We should search and see what we can work with first." declared Hugo. He was very clearly thinking hard over everything that had happened so far, and yet he spoke without a trace of negativity.

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Into the Dark Blue Under | Sola & HokumPocus

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Nikolai sat on the floor in a slouched position that couldn´t have possibly been comfortable for anyone but himself, nervously tapping away at the plethora of options his emergency mode PDA now displayed. Blueprint tabs and survival advice swam around his head with no attempt to be memorized. As a former construction overseer, his job was based on calculating the specifics behind the creation of larger structures that couldn´t be built by anybody with a tablet and piles of raw material lying around. This was, in a way, a smaller scale version of the kind of work he was in charge of, so he wasn´t overly worried. He was, however, still coming to terms with the events that had unfolded.

“W-what… what happened?” asked a voice from within the pod.

“Ehh…” said Nikolai, gesturing vaguely with the PDA and trying to show her the screen despite him being on the ground. She looked to be as young as he was, and displayed concern in her voice. Nikolai was still trying to come to terms with the recent events and replied to her questions with an uncharacteristically clueless tone in his voice. His sheltered mind was used to comfort and knowledge and not floating on an escape pod in the middle of an alien planet, understandably.

“Erm… I just woke up, so I´m not sure.” He replied. The girl reached for her own PDA and asked him if he saw any other life pods. He turned his attention to the porthole on the ground and pursed his lips. “I haven´t actually gone outside yet.” Nikolai never understood what people enjoyed about beaches, preferring to just stay at home instead of getting burnt by the sun and frozen by the water, all while covered head to toe in invasive, rough sand. Unfortunately his only escape route was a porthole on the ground that led straight into the ocean, so he´d have to set aside all of his squeamish thoughts if he really wanted to survive.

He slowly stood up and looked around their environment while trying to find the right thing to say. “No matter what we decide to do, our only option is entering the ocean.” Part of him wanted to mention blueprints and materials, but she was browsing her own PDA and was most likely just as aware as he was. Nikolai stopped himself from saying anything redundant and turned to her. “So…” he continued quietly, “What should we do first?” He stared down at his PDA and added, “There´s a survival checklist, but a lot of this stuff is organized pretty badly.”

For a brief moment Nikolai began to sound like his usual quiet and confident self. “I think we should repair any major damage on the lifepod first, personally. Just about anyone can do maintenance with no problem.” His heart rate quickened at the idea of entering a deep, blue, alien ocean. He hoped to postpone it a bit.

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“No problem!!!” shouted Hugo as the final flame on the lifepod was snuffed out. His crew member was now awake, and after some time had begun to speak to him.

“Are you sure?” she asked, examining him. This made Hugo a bit nervous, but like most negative emotions it wasn´t something that he was going to let other people notice. The girl was one of the ship´s younger members, looking at him with a pair of concerned golden eyes. “Mind if I take a look?” she insisted.

Hugo´s rough style of maintenance had only damaged his clothing, which was such a regular part of his job that having it brought up seemed strange to him, especially with the pod around him in a state of heavy deterioration. “Do not worry, I am fine!” he said. The man set one hand on his hip and another under his chin, looking around the lifepod as unsubtly as possible. “The only thing that needs help here is this pod, Ahaha!”

He took several loud steps towards the pod´s fabricator and began toying with the settings with a now very serious facial expression. On one hand he tightly held a PDA, unsure of how things would play out in the future. He recalled the last words he had said to his brother, and the deal they had struck on that fateful day.

“I will board the ship instead of you.”

Hugo was determined to not let this be the end. He was going to survive and return to a brother who had fully recovered from injury with plenty of money for the both of them. There was no other option. He shut off the fabricator and spoke to the girl again with an unmistakeable tinge of satisfaction. “The fabricator is working good, so we will survive.” He smiled a wide smile. It was common for crew members to see Hugo as background noise so only a handful of people ever got to know about him in detail, something that he had come to appreciate. He extended a large hand towards his crew member. “My name is Rafael, what is yours?”

The Five Senses

Intentionally cheesy fantasy rogue man

Male.



26



Sight.



Octavio was abandoned by his mother at an orphanage near a college for bards. It was during this time in his childhood when he began to take after them and see them as his idols. He dabbled in everything related to the world of entertainment before settling into the role of a lute player, out of being criticised repeatedly for his at the time cynical personality, one that developed from growing up in a competitive and emotionless environment.

As he grew older he held a grudge against the rich and the eager way in which they wasted resources on attempting to impress each other. Initially he began with petty thievery, but as the years went by he slowly began to fine tune his charisma in order to take a more direct course of action. He is now what one would call a "gold digger", attempting to approach and woo older socialites with the help of his above average appearance and a stolen and luxurious familiar.



Octavio, at first glance, is a man who revels in all things dramatic. From the things he says to the way that he says them everything is romanticized and exaggerated to the point where reality becomes interchangeable with fiction. He is a womanizer of sorts and will not turn down the opportunity to “charm” the opposite sex should it present itself. Underneath this extreme personality is a less dramatic and more grounded individual. He is still a talkative extrovert, albeit one with more restraint.

He is charismatic, swift, and typically tends to know less than he lets on. In combat his familiar takes on a support role rather than directly engaging targets, while Octavio himself makes up in speed what he lacks in physical strength.



He admires perfumes and colognes for the aesthetic qualities in their colors and containers. His sense of taste and smell are both poor and he envies those who are able to enjoy pleasant scents or foods to their fullest. He is also fond of paintings.

His lynx familiar is never used in combat. They argue frequently.



Homosexual.



Octavio´s past experiences in music are red herring for his true abilities in sight based magic. His tendency to attempt to charm and swindle those wealthier than him are supported through the illusion based nature of summoning magic. His familiar is a flashy silver lynx who is used in helping his owner blend in during his attempts to infiltrate high society rather than combat.

The lynx belonged to a duchess as a mistreated ornamental pet. His metal glass was stolen by Octavio and he now finds himself accompanying the rogue through various shenanigans. The lynx has been given countless pseudonyms and is simply called Lynx when not in front of targets. Lynx is brooding, stable, and quiet, a direct contrast to his owner´s personality. He puts up with Octavio´s lifestyle only because he slightly prefers it to his previous owner´s.

Octavio has a relatively strong mental fortitude and can resist magical manipulation attempts better than most.



Octavio has a hard time acting seriously and will normally offend and confuse level headed members of the working class. He has a toxic view on human relationships due to his upbringing and will emotionally shut out anyone who attempts to crack his shell.

Even with the support of lesser familiars in combat Octavio is far from being the best fighter. He is suited to fighting magicians or opponents in stealth situations but suffers when fighting anyone wearing armor.

A small and light leather bag, a short sword and a dagger, cologne, two earrings meant for standard combat summons, expensive wine that he refuses to admit the origins of.

The Five Senses

what I posted is already the final version lol

Two new writers looking for something fun

I'm currently starting up a post-apocalypse pokemon rp with some comedic elements thrown in, I'm not sure if any of you would be interested in it, buuut if you are don't hesitate to stop by. :)

The Five Senses

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Intentionally cheesy fantasy rogue man

Male.



26



Sight.



Octavio was abandoned by his mother at an orphanage near a college for bards. It was during this time in his childhood when he began to take after them and see them as his idols. He dabbled in everything related to the world of entertainment before settling into the role of a lute player, out of being criticised repeatedly for his at the time cynical personality, one that developed from growing up in a competitive and emotionless environment.

As he grew older he held a grudge against the rich and the eager way in which they wasted resources on attempting to impress each other. Initially he began with petty thievery, but as the years went by he slowly began to fine tune his charisma in order to take a more direct course of action. He is now what one would call a "gold digger", attempting to approach and woo older socialites with the help of his above average appearance and a stolen and luxurious familiar.



Octavio, at first glance, is a man who revels in all things dramatic. From the things he says to the way that he says them everything is romanticized and exaggerated to the point where reality becomes interchangeable with fiction. He is a womanizer of sorts and will not turn down the opportunity to “charm” the opposite sex should it present itself. Underneath this extreme personality is a less dramatic and more grounded individual. He is still a talkative extrovert, albeit one with more restraint.

He is charismatic, swift, and typically tends to know less than he lets on. In combat his familiar takes on a support role rather than directly engaging targets, while Octavio himself makes up in speed what he lacks in physical strength.



He admires perfumes and colognes for the aesthetic qualities in their colors and containers. His sense of taste and smell are both poor and he envies those who are able to enjoy pleasant scents or foods to their fullest. He is also fond of paintings.

His lynx familiar is never used in combat. They argue frequently.



Homosexual.



Octavio´s past experiences in music are red herring for his true abilities in sight based magic. His tendency to attempt to charm and swindle those wealthier than him are supported through the illusion based nature of summoning magic. His familiar is a flashy silver lynx who is used in helping his owner blend in during his attempts to infiltrate high society rather than combat.

The lynx belonged to a duchess as a mistreated ornamental pet. His metal glass was stolen by Octavio and he now finds himself accompanying the rogue through various shenanigans. The lynx has been given countless pseudonyms and is simply called Lynx when not in front of targets. Lynx is brooding, stable, and quiet, a direct contrast to his owner´s personality. He puts up with Octavio´s lifestyle only because he slightly prefers it to his previous owner´s.

Octavio has a relatively strong mental fortitude and can resist magical manipulation attempts better than most.



Octavio has a hard time acting seriously and will normally offend and confuse level headed members of the working class. He has a toxic view on human relationships due to his upbringing and will emotionally shut out anyone who attempts to crack his shell.

Even with the support of lesser familiars in combat Octavio is far from being the best fighter. He is suited to fighting magicians or opponents in stealth situations but suffers when fighting anyone wearing armor.

A small and light leather bag, a short sword and a dagger, cologne, two earrings meant for standard combat summons, expensive wine that he refuses to admit the origins of.