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Artifacts of a Lost Civilisation - ( Kitsune & NuttsnBolts )

Hmm, yeah. Don't think there's really too much more we can write about with an eternal evening. xD

The Bank of Roleplay Images (Characters, Pets, Scenery, etc.)

I'd check out Pinterest as well. Been finding a lot of good imagery on that sight lately.

Chase the Night

@Kingfisher hey mate, could you perhaps choose a slightly different colour for your text? Trying to read black on dark grey is nearly impossible. :\

NuttsnBolts Art Archive

Wanted something a little more vibrant than the usual washed out colour tones. Originally after setting up the base layout it was a little too harsh with the bright colours REALLY standing out, so a few tone adjustments and a little softening of the neons bought it back down to a decent sort of level.



Also, before I forget, thanks to Altered Tundra for the critique on the original border, which was a block, solid pink that didn't look right.

Chase the Night

@Atrophy Now I'm just imagining Crash and Blank in an 80's buddy cop movie with all this salty vet stuff flying around. Blanko and Crash, awwww yeah.

@shivershiver

Artifacts of a Lost Civilisation - ( Kitsune & NuttsnBolts )

While Bromadier and Fraya were speaking, an ears-dropping girl stood outside the kitchen window, leaning up against the wall and faintly listening in on the conversation being had. While she couldn't hear everything, she heard enough words from her father to make out what it was that he was saying. To put it lightly, she believed everything that he said to be mostly correct. The fact that Alyon was not really prepared for fighting, the idea that she hadn't faced enough danger in her life to overcome the fear of Fraya, and even the future challenges that both of them would have to face.

"I think I heard enough," Alyon quietly mumbled to herself. As much as she wanted to tell her father that he was wrong, the truth was that his wisdom and foresight was mostly correct. The leaned up off the wall and slowly walked back towards the barn that laid on the edge of the garden, entering and standing under the calm glow of the candles that she ignited prior when she first walked in there.

Resting upon a workbench was her sword and as she picked it up she could see a few small knicks in the edge from her fight with the unknown man. For her, this signalled a change in her life. A moment when she had to step out of that fantasy of finding treasure and move into the challenges of fighting a battle. She very well could have lost that fight, but was saved only by her quick moves in defence. Still, a sword should never show signs of weakness and Alyon picked up a honing stone and stroked the edges of the blade, slowly removing the damage.

For her, this process did mean a little more than cleaning up a sharp edge, but also meant that she was mentally preparing herself for her next confrontation. She had to be more aggressive, she had to be more assertive, she had to show the moves that she learned years earlier and apply them in a real situation, and having a blade in her hand that showed to both herself and her enemy the mistakes of her past would only bring back the memories of her failings.

Chase the Night

G A Z E

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Rachael laid on the train station bench staring up at the sky with one leg on the seat itself and the other placed perpendicular across her thigh with the sole of her shoe tapping away at the back rest. She was comfortable, looking up at the clouds above at the storm that was brewing over the team. The faint shots of lightning began to crack across the sky in a gentle glow with a rumble that announced that a storm was coming. It was almost as if the gods above in their pearly greatness were beginning to start a heavenly rave party and the people on the land below were the unlucky neighbours that had to deal with this disturbance.

The only problem with this scenario with Rachael was that she couldn't see what was really going on in front of her. For her the sky just looked like a grey mass with blurs of light appearing occasionally. She could see what direction the storm was moving thanks to the bursts of energy, but her vision itself remained fixated on an invisible, central point. The whole idea of moving her eyes around to focus on individual events was pointless these days. Useless energy with diminished results, even if it was a fraction of that energy used to turn those glazed over irises.

Gaze, Gaze, Gaze. Not Rachael Morton, The name is Gaze

Within her thoughts she kept repeating the same line over and over in an attempt to recreate that identity of hers. This was her first big mission as a Diver with all her previous work being small jobs that were used to put her name out there, and she needed to get used to the idea that her name was not that which her vile parents gave her but that of which she earned. Rachael never really picked the name. It just kind of stuck when she was on an early job and someone mentioned to her about the vacant look that she had. Before that, all she had to go by was some hexadecimal code until a name could be locked in for future jobs.

So there was Gaze, lounging about and feeling the pressure change of the atmosphere around her as the skies began to dribble with spits of rain. It pulled her out of that zen like trance when a droplet hit her on the cheek and naturally she blinked her eyes in protection. Turns out old habits die hard and even if she happened to get her memory wiped she was betting that her body would still naturally perform this reaction.

Crash announced the 10 minute mark almost on cue with the rain starting which in turn signalled Gaze to beginning prepping herself for boarding the high speed locomotive. Kicking her foot against the back rest, she spun herself upwards and sat there for a brief moment as she leaned down towards her rifle that was resting on the ground beneath her, her hands fumbled around the hard surface as she felt the concrete ground. She was sure she placed it just next to where her feet were but upon reaching a little further back she felt the cold metal of the stock. "I remember now..." she muttered to herself recalling that she heard some English speaking guy walk past her bench earlier with his foot clipping the edge of her gun. She knew it was still there as she would have heard the weapon being picked up and the bench was up against a wall, so no chance of someone sneaking it out from the other side, but it was just one of those fuzzy brain moment when the girl forgot for a second about an earlier, minor event.

Upon picking up her rifle and placing it on her lap, Gaze heard the offer of a canned alcoholic beverage to which she held out her hand and felt the icy cold cylinder land within her grasp. She twisted the can around and gave it a couple of hard flicks on the top with her finger, an old wives tale that people believed in helping prevent the contents from foaming up and out of the opening. Whether or not it was true was one thing, but the evidence seemed to point in the positive direction when she cracked opened the can and heard the gentle hiss of a safely diffused hand grenade.

"Cheers," Gaze spoke, lifting her drink up above her head before bringing it back down and too her lips. She took a sip, feeling the drink flow down her throat. Was it a larger or an ale? She couldn't really tell. To her it was alcohol and it was just yet another substance to abuse in her free time. "Have to ask..." speaking between the sips of drink, "with there being, what, six, seven, eight(?) of us... are they expecting some of you to not make it back alive?" her tone was condescending, as if toying with the possible survival rate of some of these chosen Divers. "Seems awfully much to have so many Cybered up people for a simple delivery job."

Gaze shrugged, knowing her words could cause some minor conflict between the others, but it was a good way for her to judge every character. After all she couldn't visually see them too well and only really had the voices to go off.

Chase the Night

Aside from one character, most of them seem to be in their 20-30 with @Atrophy being the grandpa of the group. ;)

Supervillainy 101

(Just copied @Hellis last post for the mention list, so it's not aimed at anyone in particular)

@The Narrator @TheWizardLizard @NuttsnBolts @Bright_Ops @Kingfisher @Verminlord @Song Book @neogreggory @Alphakoka @Polyphemus @Ophidian @Lmpkio

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Can I just jump in for a moment if it's alright by everyone, but if you are a player who has vacated the rp silently could you please have the curtosey to speak up about your loss of interest. Make a post or PM Hellis. No one is going to be angry or annoyed at you for backing out (we do understand) but your lack of ability in speaking up is hurting the creativity and flow of others.

Sorry, I know I'm not a GM but I felt it might have been something that should be said.

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*Peeks in*

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