Game of Throne's version of astral projection possession...I don't recall anything vaguely fairy tale-esque about it...
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I'll just make a super nuzzley-nuzzles unicorn...but like in most mythology, dat unicorn is only all about dem pure maidens, the rest of the time shankin' impure b!tc#es left and right like a boss.
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Wifi was down, what'I miss?
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:D *trying exponentially harder not too be dead*
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Still alive, kind of. The wifi hasn't been great to where I wanted it. Either this laptop is connecting and I make my posts tomorrow, or I'm going to the library to make some RP posts.
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Again, sorry if I've been running slow...a whole other, months long RP was just shut down, nd that was kind of depressing.
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Toaster isn't a hipster.
Welcome to the waiting room, you who have passed on in from the living world.
Waking up, or at least, the closeted thing to waking up…dying one moment, fading away into the darkness, then opening your eyes and finding yourself here…you look about you. To those of the modern times, the rows of chairs back to back, along with the stacks of magazines piled on the side tables, the front desk…this is the reception and waiting area of a hospital. To those of past eras of old, this is just some sort of unfamiliar room. Regardless of time and space, you all notice the soothing ‘clean smell, not so much a smell as instead a lack there of. The area is well lit, but the window’s outside show…a blackness, and to some, a dark blue, dotted in pinprick sized lights. Stars.
There are a few others in this area, all dressed and styled in their time and place’s clothing, sitting in the chairs and waiting pleasantly enough…and you feel like you too are waiting for something. From the depths of your mind, you know that you are waiting for your next chance at life. Reincarnation. You may look over at the front desk, and meet the petite receptionist’s heart shaped face. She may smile at you, and somehow, feel like she is confirming to you ‘yes, this is the afterlife’. You may be looking about you, peering over at the others more carefully…at the same time, others are looking around, even at you.
Sitting between the Viking and the samurai, Allison blew over the dainty porcelain cup of steaming hot tea, before bringing it up to her lips to drink deeply. The woman wearing a tennis outfit across from her took hold of the metal rod to the side, and tended to the hearth, poking the fire back into a more energetic form of life. Life…something so distant, and yet it never left them. Even now, after their death, they felt ‘alive’. Grounded to what they once were…? Or maybe death hadn’t kicked in, not for them, unlike those with their numbers.
Slapping a hand on the ground and pushing herself up, Allison waved off the other’s looking over at her curiously, and proceeded over the tatami mats. Another samurai nodded at her as she passed, acknowledging her before stepping out into the snow, as she continued to another screen door. Pushing it open, she stepped out onto the cold cobbled stone of the dark London streets. Weaving around the horseback riders, armoured, naked, cloaked, and/or bleeding…she stepped into an alley and wrenched the first door open. Stepping out of the cold alley, her feet met the carpet of the waiting room…one of many, connected to many more. There seemed to be a number of new people today.
Waking up, or at least, the closeted thing to waking up…dying one moment, fading away into the darkness, then opening your eyes and finding yourself here…you look about you. To those of the modern times, the rows of chairs back to back, along with the stacks of magazines piled on the side tables, the front desk…this is the reception and waiting area of a hospital. To those of past eras of old, this is just some sort of unfamiliar room. Regardless of time and space, you all notice the soothing ‘clean smell, not so much a smell as instead a lack there of. The area is well lit, but the window’s outside show…a blackness, and to some, a dark blue, dotted in pinprick sized lights. Stars.
There are a few others in this area, all dressed and styled in their time and place’s clothing, sitting in the chairs and waiting pleasantly enough…and you feel like you too are waiting for something. From the depths of your mind, you know that you are waiting for your next chance at life. Reincarnation. You may look over at the front desk, and meet the petite receptionist’s heart shaped face. She may smile at you, and somehow, feel like she is confirming to you ‘yes, this is the afterlife’. You may be looking about you, peering over at the others more carefully…at the same time, others are looking around, even at you.
Sitting between the Viking and the samurai, Allison blew over the dainty porcelain cup of steaming hot tea, before bringing it up to her lips to drink deeply. The woman wearing a tennis outfit across from her took hold of the metal rod to the side, and tended to the hearth, poking the fire back into a more energetic form of life. Life…something so distant, and yet it never left them. Even now, after their death, they felt ‘alive’. Grounded to what they once were…? Or maybe death hadn’t kicked in, not for them, unlike those with their numbers.
Slapping a hand on the ground and pushing herself up, Allison waved off the other’s looking over at her curiously, and proceeded over the tatami mats. Another samurai nodded at her as she passed, acknowledging her before stepping out into the snow, as she continued to another screen door. Pushing it open, she stepped out onto the cold cobbled stone of the dark London streets. Weaving around the horseback riders, armoured, naked, cloaked, and/or bleeding…she stepped into an alley and wrenched the first door open. Stepping out of the cold alley, her feet met the carpet of the waiting room…one of many, connected to many more. There seemed to be a number of new people today.
If you have a Arcane Warrior who became tranquil, it stands to reason that while he can no longer use magic, he would still be plenty handy with a sword...if there's plenty of tranquil being trained for administrative stuffs, organising, cleaning, etc, why not have one excel at what he is still slightly better in? Heck, he could be a useful sparring partner at times (or a completely logical and emotionless assassin if you think about it). Now, if you put a logical motivation up in the air, as in...stopping the blight will need more warriors to fight for the cause, it wouldn't be entirely crazy for a tranquil to decide that the logical thing to do is to aid the group, even if the situations and combat to come are uncomfortable.
Of course, I could just hire him to procure you specific items/weapons/armour.
The Tranquil can leave anytime they want, it stands to reason that at least one or two would leave...emotions or not, passions or not.
Of course, I could just hire him to procure you specific items/weapons/armour.
The Tranquil can leave anytime they want, it stands to reason that at least one or two would leave...emotions or not, passions or not.
Yes...hence your guy having Sudoku scars on his body...
Well...well, she committed suicide. You only look your best if you died 'naturally'.
ReaptheMusic said
Ichiro: *sitting all meditation like, patient
*Children gather*
Ichiro: Stahp.
*moar gather
Ichiro: I mean it
*Moar
Ichiro: Guyz
*MOAR
Ichiro: Stahp D:
fyi its comical now but it'll be hella tragic later.
lyke ep u kry evrytiem!
There would be a bunch of kids there...mainly ones with numbers. It's nice to have things other than boring magazines (cause people only remember the really dull ones) to play with.
Also, my girl committed suicide naked...she didn't want blood getting on her nice clothing...
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She has bandages on now! Sheesh! Allison will be a guide for certain characters, as she was actually in the place (the waiting room and the spaces) for a while now...
There are a bunch of relevant NPCs/characters that you can meet, and won't be profiled here till after you learn enough about them.
Lol...for a messy suicide (jumping off a building, jumping in front of a train, free falling), the person has red marks of all damages their body sustain, and though they appear 'whole', they feel a pain in their marks every once in a while. Yikes.
Also, my girl committed suicide naked...she didn't want blood getting on her nice clothing...
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She has bandages on now! Sheesh! Allison will be a guide for certain characters, as she was actually in the place (the waiting room and the spaces) for a while now...
There are a bunch of relevant NPCs/characters that you can meet, and won't be profiled here till after you learn enough about them.
Lol...for a messy suicide (jumping off a building, jumping in front of a train, free falling), the person has red marks of all damages their body sustain, and though they appear 'whole', they feel a pain in their marks every once in a while. Yikes.
You could always do the link thing...make new posts with the summaries, then link to 'em...
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