Lemons

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

Settling in, I think.

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

Kana jolted as a response came from within the cabin. She knew that tone of voice very well. There was somebody in there, all right; somebody panicking. Or somebody very much in pain. She knocked on the door again more urgently, keeping her tone friendly, but quickening her speech maybe more than she should have. She didn’t know, she didn’t have too much experience with this kind of thing. “Name’s Kanako. This is Kira. We’re trying to figure out how to get this dealt with. Next to us is probably the safest place on this boat right now.”

There was a moment of hesitation from the other side of the door, before a response finally came, “I… I don’t… are you… who was that out there l-looking for Adepts? A-are you…?”

Kana shot a glance at Kira. It felt off to her to give away someone else’s Adept status, especially when they could so easily be leveraged against people. But on the other hand, she was a performer who used her Septimal powers on stage…still. Better not.

“An Adept? Yeah. Might look a little freaky, but I don’t bite. Or kick.”

“I bite and kick, but that costs extra,” Kira chimed in, a deep, throaty laugh following after the remark. “Ahhh, nah, just kiddin’. Seriously, though, you tellin’ me you don’t recognize Hiko no Kira’s voice? What kinda’ rock you been livin’ under? Ahhahaha!”

Well, she wasn’t that famous- yet- but she was well known enough that she could at least pretend she was full enough of herself to say a line like that. Hopefully the person on the other side of the door wouldn’t think she was being sincere, but even if she did, it’d be worth it if she either recognized her stage name or enjoyed her attempts at levity and calmed down enough to get through a full sentence without stuttering.

Click

Her sleeve slid off her hand as she grasped the handle, unlocking the door. The door opened a crack, her eye peeking through, over her shoulder. Kana breathed out a silent sigh of relief. That had gone much smoother than she’d thought. She’d been ready to kick the bolt off and drag the girl out—the better to keep her safe, because who knew how many invaders were still roaming around—but she had a feeling that wouldn’t have gone over well. Then, with an apprehensive breath, she took hold of the door, the handle far underneath where it would be for a normal person.

“Don’t freak out. I won’t hurt you.” And then she swung the door open and ducked slightly so the mysterious girl could see her beneath the doorframe, legs tinking on the floor.

Slowly, the shorter girl stood, giving a slight nod. “So, you are an Adept. Let’s get out of here,” her voice softly droned, still sounding quite withdrawn.

Once again, better than expected. Kana had anticipated screaming, shaking, some kind of panic response from how the voice had sounded behind the door. But now that she was in plain view, nothing like that at all, more deadpan than anything else. Convenient, if mildly confusing and concerning. She gave a sharp, birdlike nod, standing back up to her full height and moving aside so the girl could pass her blades. If she was that concerned about people being Adepts, she was probably one too. And though she was loath to pry, they needed every advantage they could get. “Didn’t catch your name.” A pause. “Or your Septima.”

“Didn’t throw it,” came the terse response, as Noriko turned her attention down the hall, “And you don’t want to see it. What’s that noise?”

“Engine running, I think…shouldn’t be that loud, though,” Kira remarked, looking in the same direction as Noriko. She turned her attention back to Kana to look for her input. “Think someone left a door open on their way down to it?”

A sense of foreboding filled Kana as she thought it over. If they were just taking control of the boat, then why would they need to interact directly with the engine…? She didn’t know what exactly they were doing, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. “Seems like it. So let’s go find that door.”

Noriko shrank into herself once again, falling in line behind Kana and Kira. Her face seemed more pensive than ever, all scrunched up and downturned. Her arms went stiff at the thought of meeting up with whoever was rounding people up. The thought of the confrontation made her blood run cold.

Kana, on the other hand, had her eyes narrowed and her already fast pace steadily accelerating. She clenched her fists repeatedly to stay focused, and her face under the mask was twisted in a soundless snarl. Enough innocent people had been injured and terrified already. Whatever they were doing to the engine could not be allowed.

No more knockouts tonight.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

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Alja took a seat, listening to the conversation as she leaned back in her chair, supporting herself by pressing her legs up against the table. At the mention of profession skills, she grinned, giving a cheeky salute. "If we're talkin' 'bout professions, then I'm a high level blacksmith. No idea how it works these days, but as long as I can still do it," she shot a grin at Siegfried, "we can bang pieces of metal together. Even got a forge of my own. It's in Toraenis, but y'never know, we could end up there sometime. God knows it'll be nicer than Thorinn heat."

The conversation continued, and her exhausted brain was happy to let it go on without her for some time until the discussion about what to do with dungeons reached—as most things did these days—the point of Graves ranting about them. And she felt a twinge of real annoyance as as not a single person raised a thought that had been pressing in on her mind, weighing on her heavily, since they first argued about dungeoneering after the Glitch. Argued about how to get rewards out of the queen. About banding together with other wayfarers, not to do anything about safety in numbers in a dungeon, but for revolution? She left off her casual air, pulling her legs in and letting the chair fall down with a bang. Then she frowned, eyebrows quirking in something like anger as she looked back and forth between them.

"You almost got there, Benkei. Goddamnit, you almost got there. But not quite." She sighed in frustration. "We can't keep treatin' this world and its people like a game. That's what you said, right? Then I want you all to consider somethin'. Think about our equipment. Think about our magic. Think about our skill sets." She was nearly yelling now, talking quickly with the burr of a growl in the back of her throat. "Then think about the fact that they're not NPCs anymore. They're people, goddamnit! People with their own lives, people with their own goddamn hopes and dreams. It's not just that it's our job to clear dungeons. It's also our responsibility. Because we're the only ones who can!" She bared her teeth, the images of Enos' impaled corpse and Arnaakus tossing away Aag's body like so much garbage still fresh in her mind. "I'll be damned if I let one more person die because I was too scared or incompetent to do my job, and you're thinkin' about a revolution!? What in the fuck is wrong with you people?"

She slammed her hands down on the table, pushing herself up to her full height. "I need to go talk to someone else. You're all pissin' me off."

With that, she strode towards the door, then stopped short. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea for her to talk to Artemis—from what Alja had been able to gather in the sewers, someone who felt like it was her fault that her friends had died, something that she understood all too well—while she was still fuming. So instead, she sat down at the bar to calm her nerves for a couple minutes. "Sorry for constantly yellin' in your tavern, Dariel," she muttered, more to herself than to him. "I know I'm hard to deal with."

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

"You can do anything if you put your mind to it! Except get into grad school, apparently."

Amelia White

Amy White

Name:

Amelia White (though she goes by Amy)

Age:

22

Birthplace:

Seattle, Washington

Employment:

College graduate, not yet in grad school

Personality:

Amy is a really fun time to be around, as long as you like staying up late and taking long hikes. She is an unfailing beacon of positivity, always ready to tackle anything that comes her way, and her energy runs hot from the moment she wakes up until the moment she goes to sleep, as long as she doesn't need to sit down at a desk. She has an infectious laugh and loves to use it. Her main issue is with sitting still. Late nights often finding her walking around outside or wherever she's living at the time, talking to people and enjoying the feeling of stretching her legs. Staying in one place for too long (like, for instance, college work) makes her feel super cooped-up and uncomfortable.

She also tends to have issues with other peoples' boundaries. She so excitable that she can occasionally jump right past the stage where she realizes that someone doesn't necessarily want to talk to her if she wants to talk to them. And she doesn't realize that there's an issue there. So as much of a social butterfly as she is, she's perhaps too much of one.

Backstory:

Amelia grew up in the heart of center city Seattle, with a pair of loving parents and a pair of very protective older brothers. She had a really good childhood, all told. Had some issues in school because of her problems with sitting still in one spot for hours on end, so of course her grades weren't great, but she got it over with. College was easier; shorter classes and more studying, which she could do in different places and different times. Bowdoin was in a gorgeous place, anyway; surrounded my mountains, close to the see. It was then when her taste for the outdoors truly blossomed.

After graduating with a degree in Environmental Geology of all things (something about it gripped her, and she didn't quite know why), she applied to a number of places eagerly about graduate schooling. Labs where she could work while she worked up towards a Masters, or even a doctorate!

But nobody grabbed her up. Not even the safeties. Cause her grades kinda sucked.

She shrugged and went on with her life. It was frustrating, sure. She really did want to pursue geology as a career now. But she hadn't had a chance to just...explore the country. It had always been academia and day hikes, with some occasional backpacking trips, during the school year. And at home, it had been helping out around the house. Big house, two older brothers with their own lives now. She didn't mind, but she was eager to see more of the land she was born in. So she set out on an epic road trip to hike all the way across America. And now it's brought her here, to the Upper Peninsula, and the Pioneer Springs lodge.

Miscellaneous:

Considers herself a hot chocolate connoisseur.

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

Gonna be done Amelia soon

Lem's Stash

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Lem's Stash

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Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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this is why you're my #1 sidekick, lems

@Supermaxx

I made sidekick to Maxx
My life is complete
This is all I've ever wanted

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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i am being attacked for presenting new ideas

@Supermaxx

Genius is never appreciated in its own time