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The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

C E R R I D W E N L A N K E R F I E L D

The City of Landing

The Awilix Council meeting members were finally discharged from their prison of bickering and disputes; it was a freedom that only cost them several hours of their limited lifespan. Cerridwen entered the elevator and pressed her finger on the ground floor button, causing the doors to slide shut in preparation for the eventual drop. They were inches from sealing her inside when a hand of slender appearance grabbed the heavy panel of metal. The action forced the doors to scream stop and reverse in direction, opening up to reveal the young female known as Annabelle.

Annabelle smiled softly as she looked up at the robotic figure, locking eye contact for only the slightest of seconds before stepping inside. "Sorry to be a burden," she whimpered as she stepped inside, apologising for holding up the good doctor.

Cerridwen's eyes trailed the girl, watching her enter the square room just as the doors sealed them inside. She didn't say a word, refusing to be phased by the slight inconvenience of waiting. The elevator gave a jolt as it began to lower, dropping from the triple digit floors to eventually land on the one closest to the earth.

"Thank you for stepping in earlier," Annabelle cracked the silent air with a show of gratitude, "Gore and murder just don't sit well with me. It makes me physically sick." The girl had her hands resting in front of her stomach, using one hand to tightly grip the fingers of the other. She was embarrassed at how she handled the situation during the meeting.

"Carson was reckless. Those documents should not have been shared during that forum," Cerridwen responded in a monotone voice, offering words of comfort but failing offer the emotions.

Annabelle looked up at the woman, studied her metallic figure, and noticed the array of lights and sensors that scattered the surface. Her eyes were drawn to the cameras that rested within the faceplate; the optical orbs that gave Cerridwen sight. Cerridwen noticed and turned her sight back away from the girl; she had grown accustomed to people staring at her uniqueness. Annabelle noticed this and instantly reacted.

"My apologies! I was just lost in thought wondering if looking at the world through a robot changes your outlook."

If Cerridwen was able to breathe she would have let out a gentle huff of air. "It is something that I have become quite acoustomed to. Before this expedition much of my work involved monitoring various subjects and samples, so the concept of viewing the world through cameras and screens is simply... second nature." Slowly she swayed about, giving the impression that she was deep in thought while speaking, "What I have noticed is my lack of emotion while I am within this body. Since my human body is still in cryogenic sleep I can't feel that same adrenalin rush I would once get while experimenting."

"That must be hard, not being able to enjoy the work that you do," Annabelle offered words of sympathy, looking up to the current floor that they were on and noticing how they had now approached the single digit range.

"It is a misfortune, but it makes my plans all the more easier to complete as I can focus on the statistics at hand."

The elevator came to a rest as the doors swept open, revealing the lower lobby of the tower. Cerridwen stepped out and proceeded to make her way towards the outside world, leaving Annabelle behind to her own musings. The woman had a meeting to attend to, a construction firm within the business district where the overseer was complaining about some design flaws in the machinery that they were using. Cerridwen was not impressed with the complaint. She had taken the opportunity to evaluate the designs and didn't agree with what the man was concerned about.

@BrokenPromise

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

Two days isn't exactly a marathon in waiting time.

If it was two weeks then maybe I'd understand but if after two days you are bored about a particular roleplay, then I'd call that a bit of a lame stretch. Not everyone has the privilege of living in front of a computer every waking hour and people shouldn't have to meet your standards when you're not the GM.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

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The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

@Synthesis
okay

i keep on faling asleep, so I'll probably finish it in the morning now. Its late for me

@Caits

That's ok. No rush on these things. :)

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Also, made an adjustment to the OOC/Story and I am dropping the Children of Umbra design element. I placed it in initially as a hidden faction but the story elements that I have inside my head work better with a lone individual rather than a group. Just have to see how it all plays out.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Updated NPC list.

Finish work at 3pm tomorrow so will work on my post afterwards.

Settings you want to run, but aren't skilled enough to do so.

A post apocalyptic pokemon setting. Pretty much a world ruled by team rocket but more into the mature, violent, drug scene with pit fighting and criminal activity.

Why wont it work? Because so msny people have preconceived ideas for how it'll play out ("How many moves do we have?", "Is battle turn based?", etc.). Players either cant let go of the game mechanic, or wanna add some random things like fakemon (fan created content).

The same happened with a Borderlands roleplay where players were creating state based weapons, or abilities that made no sense.

I don't think it's a matter of my skill level, as I fell confident with the worlds I can design, but it's the player draw that I seem to have issues with.

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

So I'll give an example from darkest dungeon.

"You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial."

Gotta be my favourite line from the opening narration, but it shows how simplicity in the choice of words will always be better than mountains of fluff.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Just posted as one character. Will work on a Cerridwen post later but this will keep some aspects rolling a bit. :)

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

J A C K S O N J E N K I N S

South West of Landing

"Jackson, we have an issue here."

Jackson stood up and stepped over the injured wasp pilot, climbing back into the cockpit seat of the hauler. His body landing in the seat with a solid thud from the exhaustion. Curiously he took a look at what his co-pilot was concerned about and analysed the display on the screen. One of the exterior cameras was showing the images of a man engaged in a fist fight of sorts with the mog'romps, flashes of lightning sparking across the landscape, small traces of visual interference in the electronics with every bolt.

"Oh crap!" Jackson voiced, cursing out loud. The duo had only been assigned to pick up a lone wasp pilot, not act as a rescue shuttle for a larger group of people. They didn't have the space left on the hauler to carry a fourth individual, especially with the collected load that they had stowed away. Jackson thumped his clenched fist on the dash, sending a rattle through the front cockpit.

"We have to call it in," the Bubbles expressed, knowing that there was little that they could do.

Jackson reached over and activated the long range communicators. His co-pilot was correct, it was a choice he wasn't proud of, but they were out of useful options and had to let the depot know of the situation, "This is Hauler Zero-Two-Five. We have an injured pilot aboard and will be returning to base for immediate medical help." He paused for a moment, giving a deep exhale in breath before continuing, "There is also a secondary person still on the ground and we are unable to assist them due to a pack of mog'romps in the area."

Re-entering into Hell's Kitchen was not on the agenda for Jackson; the man appreciated his body being in one piece. Even with his pistol he knew that he was no match for the animals. He neither had the accuracy or speed to win against them in a dual, and if he missed the crucial shot it could mean that all three would hone in on his location and decide that human would be a tasty, midday treat.

"Damned if we do, damned if we don't," Jackson muttered under his breath. "We ain't no hero's and if we don't get this one back soon enough we are gonna have to deal with a dead body."

"I hear ya," Bubbles replied as he listened in to the depot response through his headset. "Seems like our foreman is sending out a few wasps so he's gonna get help soon enough."

Jackson groaned. This was not the positive outcome that he was hoping for.

The Mysteries of Awilix (A Planetary, Magic RP)

Should be making a follow up post this afternoon or tomorrow. @Mr Donny any particular outcomes that you we're looking for with your post?