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Idea: Superhero rp but every superpower has to be a unnecessarily specific fetish taken from a 1x1 thread
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joining a roleplay can have the same stress of applying for a job except its better cause instead of bagging groceries you get to be a cute gay anime cat girl who goes to magic school
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*tackleglomps u and nuzzles* X3 *notices bulge in ur pants* OwO wats dis???
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does anybody in this thread smoke weed
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The thrill of doing seventy different code edits without saving and then not knowing whether your post looks cute or like an exploded cumbox
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I like rats, jalapeño poppers, y2k aesthetics and idol games. I am pretty extroverted on the internet due to how easy it is to connect with people with similar interests. My personality may come across as aggressively friendly or over the top at times and I apologize in advance for that, whoops.

As for my strange signatures and profile pictures, a lot of them are a part of a specific aesthetic I´ve developed over the years that's basically 2000s aesthetics with a focus on the technology that explore themes of loss, abandonment, filth, and hopelessness, rather than the optimistic and mainstream view of the future that was common during that period of time.

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Long, slender fingers traced meaningless shapes across the surface of an ancient statue. It was as if his body was responding to the buckling happening in his mind, the tracing of the statue's meaningless engravings into words and then sentences. Between the darkness that engulfed everything and the effects of heavy weathering, however, it made sense to Kaito that he'd struggle to read their message. Or at least initially.

"They have such an unkempt appearance," he commented, furrowing his brows. "Perhaps using some old regional variant of Japanese." It made sense. Their was nothing more Japanese than a shrine that was tended to diligently. This could've well been the outskirts of some ancient site.

He knew he was wrong though. He undoubtedly, viscerally, knew he was wrong. And yet he spoke anyways, desperate to put a label on any of the steadily growing list of bizarre occurrences. There was an unstable man with a gun on the loose, it was fine to assign a quick answer for the time being. Cathartic, even.

It was only when... the salaryman spoke that he snapped out of it. "We should, shouldn't we..." His eyes lingered on the man for another moment, unintentionally transmitting the space his name would've taken as silence. "...I don't believe you've introduced yourself."


Thunder. Sudden, roaring thunder. It was another warning from the world around him that he wasn't in an office anymore, and would be completely exposed to the elements unless he found shelter. Someone familiar with the workings of nature would have noticed the disconnect between the sound of thunder and the lack of visual cues accompanying it, but he remained ignorant. Instead, he focused on the statues of two warriors they encountered. Warriors from another time. He couldn't really tell from when, but that didn't surprise him in the slightest.

"Leaving him alone would be bad," he added, quietly. "But someone like that is too dangerous for people without the proper training to confront." He was referring almost entirely to himself, yet still worried the others would see the statement as rude. If he had just known this would have happened somehow, he might have been able to calm the man down or at the very least avoid having other people around or...

He shook his head to refocus. He had to keep his mind sharp and breathe, breathe the strange air that filled his lungs like no other ever had.


Location: Drox Fraternity House - The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria


Alex gave a stiff wave to the wayfarer ahead of him, only to realize the greeting had been meant for Seele. It hadn't been the first time this happened. With his tongue nervously clamped between his teeth, he hoped no one noticed again. He'd done a decent enough job at making an impression on the rest of the wayfarers and denizens, so it didn't bother him after the fact. He was the sort of person people approached for idle chatter and a pleasant evening rather than any serious advice or consolation, so he didn't have much experience with the members of their faction that wore the more concerning expressions on their face.

He followed Seele toward the attendant, taking in the sea of yawns, bad posture, and unkempt clothing. As he saw tired faces on some of the more particularly imposing wayfarers, his quip about bad habits rang in his mind. These were now human beings with human flaws, not only failing to keep themselves presentable or sleep properly but having to deal with circumstances that threatened both of those things on a daily basis. He couldn't feel anything but sympathy for them.

"Good morning!" said Alex. His voice trailed behind hers, focus diverted to a particularly nasty tear in some woman's cape. He'd no doubt be end up doing repairs again in the event their workload didn't involve any travel.

Kaito sighed. The movement caused a gulp of pure forest air to rush into his lungs, causing a momentary lapse of thought. It felt pleasant, but far too out of the ordinary to grant him any sort of relief among the darkness. It was just another bullet point on the growing list of idiosyncrasies to be tracked and questioned.

"It's the only recognizable landmark." An obvious statement. Not the least bit satisfactory to him. He hated uncertainty, and this felt like less of an answer and more of a path to more questions. He started thinking of all the possible things they could encounter upon nearing the torii, with his mind naturally getting more creative with the negative outcomes. Among the majority of those were dark and wild streaks of a desperate man with a firearm and no certain location. When no one what a person was doing, not even themselves, predictions had the tendency to get muddled.

He followed the other two at a cautious pace, subconsciously taking faster strides whenever the snapping of a twig or any other noise would sound among the forest. "Going after him could be... dangerous. He asked for some space, so the best course of action should be to respect that." Asked was too soft of a word. Force of habit, he supposed. "But, hm... nevermind. He'll probably also go near the torii since it's the only option available." He brushed away a couple of loose strands of hair near his face, and took a hard look at the darkness surrounding them. "So we should keep going." The words made perfect sense. There certainly was reasoning behind them, and the average person could have agreed that it was the smart thing to do. And yet a certain pain gnawed at him from the inside. A certain desire to help others, not only ignored but intentionally suppressed.

The man could find his own way home. He just had to convince himself that it would be the case.

It wasn't working.


Location: The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



"...so since texting isn't a thing we're gonna have to do a lot of... what was that called?" Alex's features froze, a look that combined disgust with the expression people made just as something was about to collide with their face.

"Networking. Eugh."

It concerned him with how automatic of a process it had been to tolerate Thorinn's newfound dreadful atmosphere. Not adapt or thrive, but tolerate. He chalked it up to having come out of a mortal situation covered head to toe in most available bodily fluids. The old Alex that found crowds of people annoying was no longer present, instead replaced by a more weathered man that found relief in strolling past bustling streets towards his destination.

"Is it weird if sewers don't sound that bad to me anymore? I got covered in blood back in the dungeon and that was probably worse than, uh, whatever you'd call the stuff down there. The monsters are easier too." Then again, it was hard to accurately rank preferences now that the entire game had changed. "Oh, but smells are one-hundred percent in game now."

Their slower pace hadn't just been as a result of the increased foot traffic. For Alex at least, his surroundings carried a newfound sense of weight to them. Thorinn's many houses and establishments didn't feel like expensive props anymore, but actual buildings with owners and histories. Every road and signpost and stall felt the same way. It ocurred to him how little he knew of this city-state in comparison to a real world location, and how he'd have to make an active effort to start memorizing names to get around.

These thoughts and more flashed sporadically in his brain as they walked along. He'd usually try and fail to keep them to himself, but he figured Seele would understand. She seemed like the type, those people who were good with other people, the ones that were a godsend for awkward guys like him."I've gone through here so many times, but now it keeps feeling like the first. It's hard to explain. Like this place isn't just one giant toy anymore." The same oddly specific look spread across his face again. "Hmm."
nothing like opening your window and seeing a group of kids dancing around fire

anyways things are going back to business as usual woo

So they hadn't been thrown out. Kaito could only give Hiroko a small nod, not wanting to plunge the odd mood into a more negative direction. He figured it got engulfed by the darkness around them. Another awkward interaction. No matter, the silence was more than enough. It was the most comfortable option when one had no idea what was happening.

It didn't last.

A shout from one of the others made his head whip to face directly towards the sight of a gun. An actual, real life gun. Had the man not been wielding it with a desperation that radiated throughout his entire body, Kaito could have probably tried to reason it was a prop or similar. But the look across that man's eyes couldn't be imitated.

"N-no need for that, now," he said, hands placed tensely in front of him. The smooth voice he employed during therapy was out in full force, albeit with cracks forming all over. This was far beyond his range of expertise, and far removed from any experience had with a client. What did this man want? Was it respect? Answers? Money? Was that it? There were too many variables, too many things he didn't know. Ideas came and went yet none were strong enough for him to unclench his jaw. The man ran off before he had anything resembling an answer.

Kaito wanted to approach him, but his legs stayed rooted in place. He instead filled his lungs with the forest air and shouted. "Aren't you also lost?!" Mutual survival. The kind of condition that made one wild animal work with another. In this strange forest with no civilization in sight, it made sense in a gloomy sort of way. He could only hope the man would realize that.

"Right, that about does it. Your next appointment is about a month from now. Yes. Yes, I can send you an e-mail. Good bye."

Silence had remained in the air until the familiar ring of a client ending the call signalled another day of work coming to an end. His exhale was heavy enough to alter his posture, and his finger and thumb soon dug their way around the bridge of his nose where a pair of computer glasses rested only seconds ago. It didn't take long for his irritated eyes to start rejecting the incandescent white of a computer monitor. Kaito was a tired man. It would have felt childish to be honest to himself about it, but even such a physically undemanding job had a way of psychosomatically draining him. During nights like these he'd typically get away from the comfort of his padded chair as quickly as possible, before his arms spread towards the computer desk and the hard wood felt like the most comfortable surface in the world to sleep on. Today hadn't been one of those days. He struggled to even lift his head from his arms, with a yawn seemingly cementing it in place. He was going to lose the fight today. His body felt instant relief upon thinking that, to his disappointment.

This wasn't his office.

Earth and air. Crisp, unpolluted, breathable air. It should have been a pleasing experience to his body, but Kaito's instincts only felt repulsion at the overwhelming atmosphere of his surroundings. It was the body of a man who had adapted to the unadaptable, to food that came in bags and train rides where he couldn't even turn his head. He had no reaction, no past experiences to draw from, nothing at all that could have framed any sort of context around the untouched nature around him. He dragged himself up, picking leaves out of his long hair.

"Hmm..." he searched the contents of his bag and pockets before letting out a soft sigh. "My phone isn't on me, apologies."

He had his journals with him at least. They were worthless outside of his office, but it felt reassuring in a visceral sort of way to have something familiar alongside him. The more he tried to piece together the events he could recall, the more they drifted around in his head like a foggy dream. There were other people around him, also stumbling around. Another pang of reassurance. Whatever had just transpired, he wasn't alone.

"My name is Iyasu Kaito." His fingers slid in the pocket of his dress shirt for a business card, but he corrected himself before taking one out. This wasn't an appropriate situation to do that. Then again, he couldn't exactly figure out what sort of situation this was at all. "'Whoever threw us out'... is that what happened?" His voice was soft, but its prodding was as strong as ever. Having been tossed here along with others would have explained some things, at least.



Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern - The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria


"We can talk about this later if you'd like."

"...if you'd like."


It irked him. Far more than he thought possible, his brother's terse response had irked him. He did that a lot, dumbing things down enough so that Alex and his passing interest could grasp whatever important thing was happening in the world of technology or Pariah Online. It came as a shock to him that Logan hadn't acted any differently. It was as if his brother still saw him as a bored and uninvolved non-gamer that needed condensed explanations. That he drew such a bold conclusion from Alex's paragraph of writing felt like a disrespect to all the danger he'd already been subjected to.

He rapped his knuckles against the tavern's tables, oblivious to the occasional glance from denizens and wayfarers alike. He arrived far too early, but that was fine. It gave him time to settle down and reflect, at least. The lack of information from his brother had only stoked his worries rather than quelled them. He desperately wanted to know more, both about his brother and the guild. What did it mean when the name of someone he knew was written next to the word "injured"? What did it mean when he described guild politics as "crazy"? He couldn't just pay for a carriage and find out for himself. He would have to somehow transmit as much of his feelings onto a parchment as possible. Even the idea of that was irritating.

"Man..." he groaned, letting his knuckles drag against the wood.

Seele arrived not long after. She took a seat beside him and let out a yawn halfway through her sentence, drawing a smirk from his pensive expression.

"Did you go to bed late back in the real world? All our bad habits are gonna start catching up to us now, you know." He always struggled to eat at regular times given his propensity to throw himself at tasks, and Pariah had done a good job of reminding him how deeply engrained that had been in his personality. He didn't feel guilty about it though. Taverns didn't ask questions if you showed up at weird times, after all.

"I honestly just wanna get things done. Yeah, danger and all that, but being cooped up and talking to people all the time is getting to me I think." He leaned forward to rest his chin on the palms of his hands, tossing aside the stray memories of every strained conversation he'd been subjected to since the announcement. He was supposed to be the awkward one in introductions, so having everyone else start acting even worse hadn't been an enjoyable experience.

"Hmm, but going to the hallmasters probably means good cash. It sounds bad saying this out loud, but we're gonna need it on a regular basis." His brain had begun to connect the modern idea of a job performed every day with the fantastical world of Pariah Online despite his hesitation to do so. "Regular basis as in making it a habit to do this a lot, talking to our hallmasters a lot, building a reputation." The irritation that he'd been amassing reached its peak as he pushed out his conclusion.

"Looking at what we're doing like a job, basically. A real job for our now real world." He groaned.




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