Lemons

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

The collab seems pretty competent to me at the moment, I think we can post it.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Raijinslayer Go for it, at least by me. The more people there are for Etoile to be uncomfortable with the better.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Jay Kalton

Etoile

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Etoile started, swearing loudly and colorfully and only barely managing to restrain herself, as a young Thlecian lady—perhaps her own age, perhaps a few years younger—noticed her, and began to address her. For all her care to not be seen, it appeared that she'd been unable to completely disappear from anybody's awareness. Despite all her best interests, she was still subject to the weaknesses of bodily function, and unwilling to stoop down to the point of taking a piss while hanging off the railing of a barge, she'd taken her heavy white mantle out to cover her mechanical arm and slowly crept through the barge, doing her level best—which wasn't quite well, as she'd never been all that adept at stealth—to keep out of the line of sight. Evidently and unsurprisingly, she'd failed miserably, and now she was wound tighter than a spring, ready at any moment to slash wind across the woman's neck.

Damn. I suppose I had to have been seen sooner or later.

She affected total disinterest and perhaps a bit of disdain as she replied in as flat a voice as she could. "Yes, because I'm sure the Eoldysseus was always this old and rickety. It was built that way, I suppose. I have more important things to worry about than the naming conventions used by fools." With any luck, the outright apathy in her voice would dissuade any further attempts at conversation. But knowing her luck? There would be a confrontation.

While it was unlikely somebody wearing robes like that would be an Inquisitor or otherwise a member of the Ecclesiae, what with the distinctive uniform they tended to wear—Etoile shifted uncomfortably as she realized she was wearing one herself, and made a note to be less prideful and more careful in the future—one could never tell. If she had learned one thing from the recent past, it was that danger could come from anywhere, at anytime. Perhaps outside, she'd be able to bail. But inside? If there were Inquisitors here that noticed her, it would be a nightmare to escape back up to the deck to make the jump down to the stones below. Her right hand unconsciously crossed her body and took a reassuring squeeze from the sabre hilt at her waist, and only then did she realize that she'd just shown off a magitech arm emblazoned prominently with the crest of a noble house in the middle of a run-down rickety railway barge approximately all the miles away from anywhere that mattered.

Damnation. This is why I wanted to stay outside. I'm not good at this.

She fixed her stormy-gray eyes into the dark ones of the woman across from her, her voice dropping all pretense and becoming low and intense. "If you bring any attention to me from the Inquisitors, this ride is going to become much less pleasant for all of us. Move along, for everyone's sake."

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

@Devol I get it, no worries.

@Inkarnate PRAISE INKY THOU HAST POSTED

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@Inkarnate 'Tis because Inky is a paragon of the GMing art.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

One of the Calore bros. joins the fight!

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@DeadDrop People really seem to dislike this, it's come up a lot recently.

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

@RedGentleman The collab has a decent few people on it now. Looks like things are moving apace.

Riverswell University; Sanctuary and Learning Center for Demi-Gods and Hybrids

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Finally back in her room, Jackie rubbed her hands together in anticipation as heat rolled over her from the brilliant nexus of sunlight that floated in the fireplace. Quite the opposite of earlier, she felt her entire body absorbing the heat, slowly taking on the radiant golden glow that it always emanated when she was exposed to direct sunlight.

"So," she mused aloud, "what should I wear for the ball?"

Not many clothes appeared particularly exceptional on Jackie, looking as she did, for the most part, like a normal human being. She'd already ruled out anything black or gray; she'd seen enough of black and gray in the sky for the past few days to last a lifetime. She riffled through her closet, laying promising candidates on her bed to ponder wearing later.

"Too short, barely a dress at all, my mom would kill me, too frumpy," she muttered, totally unaware she was doing so. Her door was open a crack, letting a blazing slice of light out into the hall as a "come in" gesture to anybody feeling friendly. She'd taken off and replaced most of her heavy "wear this on overcast days" clothing, leaving her in a lightweight white tanktop and a pair of denim shorts that she was far more comfortable in. Her eyebrows raised as she pulled a particularly nice outfit out of her closet, holding it up to her body. It was a short, sleeveless, close-fitting cheongsam, a brilliant goldenrod yellow spiderwebbed with thin lines of turquoise. With it on the hanger was a pair of tight-weave black leggings and a choker—brass or gold, she wasn't sure, but quite heavy all the same—of interlocking metal plates, each inscribed with a different Norse rune. Sparing a glance at the extensive pile of clothing on her bed, she shrugged and grinned.

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Half an hour later, her door now closed, Jackie's metamorphosis was complete. Gone was the somewhat-scruffy looking teen from before. In her place was an elegantly-clothed young lady. Her hair gleamed with inner light, the cascade of long golden curls streaming down her shoulders and back. Her feet were adorned by a pair of delicate golden stiletto heels. Privately, she congratulated herself for only falling once, though she recognized that falling more would be an inevitability as the night wore on. The cheongsam hugged her body beautifully, and the golden choker—Brilliance, it said, unless she was mistaken—was wrapped around her neck. Wavering slightly in her walk, she examined herself in the mirror, grinned hugely, and nodded to herself.

As soon as she stepped out of her dorm, she felt the glow slipping away, leaving her human in appearance once more. Nodding once again, this time as though to reassure herself, she strutted—there was really no other way to walk in those shoes—off towards the ballroom

The doors were already open, so her plan to toss them open dramatically and stride into the room, gathering the attention of all present, was foiled. Instead, she settled for throwing her arms into the air and announcing,

"The sun...has arrived!"

Then, looking up at the magically-created night sky, she couldn't resist cracking: "And it looks like you all could use it!"

The Breeds

Bring it gurl