RBYDark

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

I keep pestering Ob on Discord and Skype for what it's worth.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDarkSpeaking of medication (of which I have vaste knowledge and experience with...yay...pills and needles, litterarly), where's Fish? Still waiting for that lazy fuck good fella to post.

I can post and push the plot forward if people'd prefer that? Forcing the group to settle a temporary truce while they scope out the little town mentioned in Dr. Atkins' journals?

@ONL

Told Ob, but he's kinda in the same spot as me. Work just kicks ass.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@ONL Nope c: ....Daoloth grants knowledge and is a lot more pleasant to deal with.
@Sigurd Cut me some slack I'm sad and broke all the time and while money won't buy me happiness, it will buy me medication that'll bring me close enough ;p

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

All three are part-time: tutoring on weekdays at community college, tutoring online at night, and retail on weekends. ;p

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@Sigurd I'm on all three currently ;p

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

In my defense, since this rp started, I:

-got a job
-lost that job
-got a new job
-went back to school
-got a second job
-applied for a PA program
-got a THIRD job

So, just really tired is all.

Digimon - The Parallel Visage

The shrieks of agony and the burning light did nothing to faze the demonic child, silently watching, mask unchanging in the face of the tortures his ‘playmates’ were enduring. As the light faded, however, and heat and smoke wafted from the forms lying on the ground, he laughed and clapped his hands together. Baalmon, Meicrackmon, Flaremon, and Astamon. They were all back!

"Welcome back, guys! Who's up for Round Two?" It was as if the humans had never even been there. "Glad you're all here to play today." It was time to brush off that earlier hiccup and go back to their earlier playtime. "And I think I know just how to keep things going. Who's up for tag?" He teleported back to the edge of the clearing - Piximon visibly flinched at his arrival, even if he wasn't facing her. "It'll be something different! Won't that be great? You know, in the human world, sometimes they play it with a few extras. I've even seen them use metal pipes." He spread his arms wide. "I think I've got something a little more interesting - but you guys saw this coming, didn't you?"

Piximon blinked, looking from the four once-humans to the little demon, and then back to the humans before shaking her head and scooping up her brother's still-limp form. It was tempting to yell after them - they had tried to warn them, he had tried to leave them far behind from all this - but that wasn't going to work and it didn't matter anymore. Marineangemon's attempts to spare them had failed, and all she could do was try to spare him from the little demon he cared so much about.

Then there was a crack, and she paled. No... had he really gotten that far since they left? She turned to see the child raise both arms - and the massive tree cracked once more. Her jaw dropped, and she hugged her brother close to her before pushing off of the ground. There was nothing she could do for them. Not if he had truly destroyed the Server Tree.

--

It was like a glitching video playing in their minds -

'WehavetosavethemWehavetosavethemWehavetosavethem-'

'HehastobestoppedHehastobestoppedHehastobestopped-'

'I'vefailedI'vefailedI'vefailed-'

'WhatdowedoWhatdowedoWhatdowedo-'

-endlessly looping, unable to quite move on to the next part. The voices roses above their pain, echoing in their skulls as if trying to push out their own thoughts and fill their heads instead with the repeated words.

Then there was the cracking noise. The voices stilled.

The child had both hands lifted above his head and, behind him, the massive tree rose several yards off the ground. Bark and root broke, exposing wires and cables under the surface, the remains hanging uselessly in place. Piximon was flying out of the way as fast as her gossamer wings would allow with her brother's weight dragging her down. The tree loomed above the five of them.

"Well, guys-" The child's grin was practically audible. "Just try to stop this if you can!" He flung his hands forward and warped away as the tree toppled down in their direction. Too wide to run to the side, too much pain and noise to focus on a plan-

And then everything stopped.

Piximon's wings had come to a complete stop in midair and yet she did not fall. The child's colors had stopped as a smear to the side of the tree. The tree's leaves still bent back from the force of falling but did not move.

Footsteps came from their right - uneven, a hollow thunk followed by a metallic clank, thunk-clank, thunk-clank - and a dead bush rustled before a pair of hands parted the bare branches. Staring at them was a figure in a red hood, wire stitched along the hood's seam to a hole for the mouth - also stitched shut by wire. The green eyes were wide, the mouth dropping open as far as the seams allowed it. Both hands were gloved in red; the left hand held a mallet taller than the being was, held as if it were a walking stick instead of a potential weapon. Beyond the red cloth, the being was garbed in grey with nothing else particularly distinguishing about its humanoid appearance.

"Oh my stars." It - no, she - also sounded like a young child as she stared at the four. "I - I know there's a lot going on right now and I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but you four - please, this way." She pointed behind her with the mallet, lurching forward and catching herself on the shrub. "I can't keep this up for much longer, and that tree's going to hurt if it lands on you."

Black Skies, Black Hearts

Well, listeners, Clara made it back safely. A round of applause for her, coming back alright. So far, we haven't received any calls of injuries or car accidents. I'm also glad to report there has been no news of riots. Way to go, Kingsport! Staying calm in the face of absurdity and adversity is a powerful trait to have. That said... while I agree with Meridian County police to stay indoors until we have more information, it seems so... odd, seeing our beloved city look so empty from the drone's camera. There are gatherings of cars, of course - it looks like some people are currently taking refuge in Kingsport's library, Pottsmouth's Coffeehouse, even a 7-11. I do hope they're all safe.

PopeMaddi

But not really. After all, if we're all trapped here, fewer people is better, wouldn't you agree?
The voice cackled and fizzed from the radio's speaker, but sounded nothing like the announcer as its bouncy and carefree tone let the question drift through Adelaide's living room.

-kzzzt-

Officer Barnabe had the night shift for patrolling Kingsport. It was tough dealing with the superpowered criminals who seemed insistent that Kingsport was theirs to command through right of power; a little worse dealing with the inflated and wounded egos that were bound to show up afterwards. He'd been putting up with it for almost twenty years. At least this most recent generation seemed a little more toned down. Of course, maybe this would change all that.

His night shift became a double shift as the news rolled in and, rather than bring out even more people, Chief Pierce thought it safer to just keep everyone on duty, and stay by the station unless someone called for help. The fewer people on the streets, the less damage could be done until this event could be understood. Hopefully, even the supervillains might realize going out could endanger them as well.

And what was Officer Barnabe doing out in such worrying conditions?

Smoking a cigarette.

Goddammit, he needed his nicotine. Besides, as he reasoned with Chief Pierce, the radio host Gaulton had put the plea out for the superheroes to help. Might as well make sure they knew the station was in fact open.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

@tobiax Hey, uh, you familiar with the trope Epiphanic Prison?

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Alive at least, yes c: