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3 yrs ago
Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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3 yrs ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
3 yrs ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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3 yrs ago
Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
3 yrs ago
40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well

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Bump.


Bonk
I don't know what/when yall intend on posting but 'we should probably move' ain't getting Morgana up :<


I have my theory that this won't get an asleep Marcus yo either.

Well at least he had a nap during that massive weird creature thing I barely understand. If considering taser shots as sleeping is a valid point...
Oh no I wasn't being impatient I'm sorry for coming off that way, I was just bumping the thread cause it felt awfully quiet. :P


You weren't, trust me.
and a bump


I am so sorry, but we arrrrre nearly done creating the OOC. I thank greatly for basically a month of patience
@LetMeDoStuff@13org@LightningLynx89@Eklispe@The One@olcharlieboi@deathclawow@Ceta de Cloyes@Keksalot:

Okay, first arc will be over once Mitsuki and Morganna's crises have been solved. Then you guys can pick out two new spells.


Oh shit son, I'm up for that.

I'm kind of contemplating having Marcus remain within his breathing, yet not moving state. He has much to discuss with his Malakim, mostly about morals. Might last a day or two in the RP set, but I can pretty much guarantee that the other characters won't miss his sleeping absence.

Marcus Nickleson

Lil' Post theme



He had fired, and the bullets began to fly with more rapidity. Marcus' heart raced back and forth on repeat, as if a broken, scratched-up CD repeating a single phrase from a single song. It was crazy, how quickly everything escalated. He heard voices in his mind, cursing him of potential traitor-ship. But he thought to himself that this wasn't what they might be suspecting; this was all part of the plan and briefing he faced with Agent Grant from the Intelligence Bureau after his shocking discovery as a Magi power-holder. Not the finest man to meet, but surely one that can be bargained with when it comes to the fairness of the deal. And the deal was to learn about them, and their intentions. This was rushed, and that message clearly wasn't from Agent Grant, no doubt. He continued to ponder in his mind as he looked between Mitsuki and Gavin. Perhaps they'd be kind enough to let a little stress be taken off o-

A pain struck his upper-arm as he fell back, a searing pain starting to shudder his bones and muscles. It stun, and began to hurt like any hell on earth. To make matters worse, a second slammed into his ribs. He stumbled backwards, barely on his feet as the shock absorbed throughout his muscles and brought agony into his head. His feet almost collapsed as he fell in a semi-fit directly in front o Mitsuki, who seemed very preoccupied with the chaos unfolding. He began to quickly bellow out in pain and surprise, before quickly being silenced by his own voice. Everything went dark...Quickly.

Time passed, and suddenly, he felt a strange light seep into his face. It seemed natural light, yet somewhat produced by anything other than the sun itself. A distant, gentle wind blew through his ears, and a sound of cold water streaming down a brook flustered through his mind. There was tranquillity in the noise, and beauty in the sounds. Fixating his mindset on what he could he, Marcus felt a smile creep onto his face. What was really happening? As his vision grew clearer, he could make out a garden, simply surrounded by what seemed to be clouds. It was a peaceful place, one that Marcus had chosen to dream about when he was younger. It was his calm-place, his rehabilitation within his dreams. But why was he here now? Was he...Dead? A voice cracked out behind him.


"I brought you somewhere you can relax, Marcus." It was haunting, and familiar to the point where a fake shudder shot up and down his spine. Well, it wasn't really...Because he was in this strange, mystical land. Behind him, he turned to face, was the distorted figure of a winged being. It was strange, still quite difficult to make out. As if blurry constantly, he felt as if it were quite shocking to look at once more. "Do not fret, Marcus. Your hands are not bound by misguidance that those of superiority. You still remain in safe hands."

"W-What...Why am...Why am I here? It feels...Like I was shocked, almost to death." He moved his hand towards his head, but upon touching his tense mind he felt nothing. There was no sense of touch, only sound and sight. It was quite daunting to feel, and it convinced him further that his time had passed onto the afterlife. "Gavin...Eric...Mitsuki? Where are they, are they okay?"

"There are a few who may not have met the same fate as yourself...You were lucky to have raised that Earth-Wave before they had a chance to grab you Marcus. You also played a dangerous game showing commitment to your newfound friends."

"D-Dangerous game? I nearly got myself killed! And...I was...Keeping myself a low profile...Well...I need to keep myself aligned with them to gain more...Information, right?" His voice was jittery, all over the place with conflict battling within his mind. As he thought, the world began to shift around him. Parts of the trees were now replaced with metropolitan buildings and flags of a familiar government. Darkness shrouded over it, as the other side of the brook showed peaceful beginnings, with Magi roaming among the human race. It seemed odd, as no message was getting to him.

"Marcus...You are following what you believe is right, but something is telling you to do so otherwise, isn't it? Fear. Confusion. Hatred. Affection. A lot is telling you to do what we've gifted you with, but the rest is telling you to follow papers and folders directing you crimes that'll only lead to the punishment of others. You fight for a freedom, yes? America is not what you called Free. We watched you, when you were training...You spoke of how you fought for something different, certain people who suffer, not the country itself. And yet...now you decide to turn to your country, the one you do not hail from, in a time of despair for the Human race?"

These riddles began to toy with his mind. His morals were being played with, as Marcus paced back and forth. The city and the garden soon started to decay away with each step. They disappeared into thin air, almost completely vanishing from existence. He stopped, eyeing the figure once more. She was distorted still, blurry and almost strange to muse about. Her form was almost odd. He thought of what he wanted, and she once told him she'd take that figure. But his mind was something different, and what he'd want, and what the Malakim would become, would really start to control his morals and gestures towards life itself...As well as his actions.

"Will...Will I wake up? Will I see those who've I only just fought alongside?" He could sense a smile coming from the figure, despite it practically being against all visual representations. It was strange to somehow see the unseeable, and dream of such a nostalgic place during a melancholic time. It was continuing to make him feel ill, even when he was knocked out cold by a shock that ruined his ability to help the others...He owed them an apology for this. But there was no answer, only a chuckle. It felt like hours were beginning to tick by without a response.

"Will I wake up?"
@LetMeDoStuff, @13org?


We are here. I'll begin to work on my post, but I can't guarentee a finish here. Doesn't matter too much, he's mostly out cold (Providing someone brought him through the portal)
Just so you all know, got 4 Water Tribe cats prepared to be approved in the OOC when it arrives xD (will edit them if there are changes needed when it pops up but still. Rough drafts)


WaveTribe, you mean?
@LetMeDoStuff@13org@LightningLynx89@Eklispe@The One@olcharlieboi@deathclawow@Ceta de Cloyes@Keksalot:

ManintheNorth and Zelosse have left. How many of you are still in this RP?


Pills here.

@ManoftheNorth@Zelosse@LetMeDoStuff@13org@LightningLynx89@Eklispe@The One@olcharlieboi@deathclawow@Ceta de Cloyes

this is where the REAL hunger games start broskies
if any of you, with exception of O'Ryan and Eric feel like it, tell me some interesting and intimate info about your characters - especially what they particularily fear, for what do they have really strong feelings of affection or hate, what are their big dreams and such.


Well, Marcus, as we know, is not the most confident of the batch, which can be demoralizing seeing as he's one of the taller and mid-aged ones. He's in a state of conflict, obviously between his morals and what everyone else tells him to do, which is making him nervous and a bit ransacked of usefulness.

In terms of feelings, he mostly fears himself, due to knowing there's more power he is yet to use in combat. As for the others, he is in another strange state, sort of already forging a bond as if they'd been friends for years, despite talking for about an hour. He's already having 'Feelings' towards one of the other Magi, whilst starting to feel a natural defensive instinct for them, seeing how a handful are younger than him.

I'll go over his state of conflict during his visit from the Malakim again.
RIP - CloudTribe, that is my only contribution to the reveal of the setting.
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