Who are we waiting on, exactly?
RoflsMazoy Member
Enjoyer of cute animals~<3
- Last Seen: 29 days ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 2020 (0.47 / day)
- VMs: 3
-
Username history
- RoflsMazoy 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
KillamriX08
Status
Recent Statuses
7 yrs ago
Is there a way to clear all your statuses from 3 years ago :| I don't want this stuff on here
10 yrs ago
RIP MY THROAT X_X
10 yrs ago
I just remembered that I once read a creepypasta about slenderman killing Hitler and it was actually pretty good. Grammar-wise and stuff I mean, but it was about still slenderman killing hitler :|
5
likes
10 yrs ago
I wanted to find out how to communicate to wild Buns that I am their ally but it's a bit late because there's only one around our house now ;_;
1
like
10 yrs ago
"I'm pretty sure if a Panther could go golden after slitting the throat of an Antelope and watch it bleed to death, it would." - youtu.be/sD_92oGkDXI?t=54s
Bio
Something something it'll be years
Most Recent Posts
<Snipped quote by RoflsMazoy>
Nothing much, just wanted to check that everything was ok! Also, I haven't posted anything about Ruby in a while; you need her to do something?
I don't really need Ruby to do anything, but I guess some flavour would be nice?
I should probably tell her about the exit strategy but I don't really have a way of doing that
I was under the impression that we were all onto the next day but apparently not! That's ok, though, I'm just using Olivia to push you guys along and give you something to do so you still have time to catch up!
In reference to post length, I don't really look at post lengths unless they're massive. Mostly, I think that I include just what I need to without dragging it on so I don't think I have a filler problem. Maybe I do? Who knows? Anyways, everyone should feel free to write as much as they see fit, assuming it's all relevant material. Granted, you'll have people who won't read it because it doesn't apply to their character but to the people who it does apply to, it can be extremely helpful! Like @RoflsMazoy's Ruby's Extraction Squad posts! Speaking of which, you there, Rofls?
Sorry, I was asleep
What's up?
I'M SORRY T_T
I made an intro post
Dontores is probably going to get thrown into the street any minute now
Dontores is probably going to get thrown into the street any minute now
"Dontores my boy, do you have any idea where we are?"
A teenage boy sat on the roof of a building he didn't know, in a city he wasn't familiar with. He looked into the distance, eyes half-closed, fist under his chin, taking in the scenery.
"Does it even matter?" He said.
A thick steel-bound tome laying besides him suddenly floated up in front of him.
"Culture my boy! Culture!" The book said, a voice coming out from its pages, "How would you expect to blend in if you don't know culture?"
The book danced along to its own words, a familiar and tiresome dance. The teenager didn't see a point in it, but then again, he hardly ever saw the point of anything.
"You know as well as I do," The boy said in a tired tone, "That it's your fault that I can't blend in anywhere, right?"
The book turned its cover to him, it had no expression but he could easily imagine its grin.
"You're the one who gave half your body to me, my boy." It said,
"And you're the one who decided to take my clothes with it." He retorted.
His body was half covered by a thick, wispy shadow that only left one glowing eye visible on the left side of his body. Whatever clothes he put on, the shadows would cover it making disguise impossible. Perhaps if the Grimoire wasn't illegal, it wouldn't have been a problem.
"I will admit that this city is quite new to me," he was gloating now. "The world has changed much since I was last released."
The book turned towards the horizon and stood still, as if enjoying a sudden breeze.
"Well, you shouldn't get to used to the city just yet." It said, "Change is on the winds, and it comes on swift wings."
"Nuul," The boy said, turning towards the book, "How many times have I told you that I don't care?"
"And how many times have I told you," Nuul said, shadows radiating from his pages, a dark fist emerging from its depths. "That my name is Grimoire Nuul!
A teenage boy sat on the roof of a building he didn't know, in a city he wasn't familiar with. He looked into the distance, eyes half-closed, fist under his chin, taking in the scenery.
"Does it even matter?" He said.
A thick steel-bound tome laying besides him suddenly floated up in front of him.
"Culture my boy! Culture!" The book said, a voice coming out from its pages, "How would you expect to blend in if you don't know culture?"
The book danced along to its own words, a familiar and tiresome dance. The teenager didn't see a point in it, but then again, he hardly ever saw the point of anything.
"You know as well as I do," The boy said in a tired tone, "That it's your fault that I can't blend in anywhere, right?"
The book turned its cover to him, it had no expression but he could easily imagine its grin.
"You're the one who gave half your body to me, my boy." It said,
"And you're the one who decided to take my clothes with it." He retorted.
His body was half covered by a thick, wispy shadow that only left one glowing eye visible on the left side of his body. Whatever clothes he put on, the shadows would cover it making disguise impossible. Perhaps if the Grimoire wasn't illegal, it wouldn't have been a problem.
"I will admit that this city is quite new to me," he was gloating now. "The world has changed much since I was last released."
The book turned towards the horizon and stood still, as if enjoying a sudden breeze.
"Well, you shouldn't get to used to the city just yet." It said, "Change is on the winds, and it comes on swift wings."
"Nuul," The boy said, turning towards the book, "How many times have I told you that I don't care?"
"And how many times have I told you," Nuul said, shadows radiating from his pages, a dark fist emerging from its depths. "That my name is Grimoire Nuul!
^^Same here^^
Me too
A boy woke suddenly.
He felt as if he had been sleeping for a long time now. He could feel his joints creaking as he stirred, eyes still heavy, being freshly awoken. He rubbed his eyes, fog slowly clearing, becoming more alert and awake. He blinked as shadows suddenly crossed his vision, soldiers running back and forth, loading cargo onto several ships on the docks; but something wasn't right. After thinking for a few moments, he realized what it was.
Wait, I wasn't here when I went to sleep. He thought, I was... somewhere else?
He looked around him again, trying to spot any landmarks or anything familiar he could use as a guide. It felt familiar, but he had no idea where he was.
I'm sure I didn't go to sleep here... He thought, Where was I?
He closed his eyes, and tried to think back towards the previous night. What had he been doing? Where had he gone?
Suddenly, he felt a harsh pain start to pulsate in his forehead. He instinctively buried his face into the soft bundle of fur in his arms. For some reason, the warmth soothed him, and slowly the pain started to fade. He felt the sound of the creature's breathing, though it was barely audible, fill his mind with a gentle calm...
Wait, what the-?
He looked down at the creature that lay in his arms.
A cat?
He was holding a small white cat who seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Since when was it here?
His mind went to static as he tried in vain to remember anything about the cat, anything about where he was. Why was he holding the cat? Why was he sleeping in a place like this? What clothes was he wearing?
He seemed to be wearing a large brown coat which was far too large for him. It was warm, perhaps that was why he had worn it. But the problem was, he had no memory of ever putting it on.
What do I remember?
The boy started trying to sift through his memories, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything. He only saw static. He couldn't remember his name, why he was there, what the cat was doing in his arms, but he could feel that he was supposed to know. The cat felt familiar, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced. He knew the cat, that much was for certain. The coat felt familiar too, and it looked fairly old and somewhat worn. Maybe he'd been using it for some time?
He buried his face into the cat's soft fur again, letting it's soothing presence calm him down.
If remembering isn't getting me anywhere, He thought, Then maybe I should just follow my instincts?
He looked up from his cat, and took yet another look at his surroundings. He saw a huge damaged airship, he couldn't remember if he knew anything about it, but he could feel that it was something standard, not exactly ordinary, but more like something that happened regularly. The ship was rather magnificent, though. It also looked to be extremely heavily armed and armoured.
Casting his gaze elsewhere, he found little of interest, except for a similarly sized airship which was blue instead of red.
For some reason, he could feel the blue airship drawing him, more so than the red one. Maybe he just liked blue things? The more he stared at it, the more he felt that he should be inside the ship.
That's probably my best lead... He thought.
He carefully stood up, taking care not to disturb the white cat in his arms, and proceeded to stretch his legs out a little. As he watched soldiers and robed people go back and forth, he noticed that the majority of them were heading for the blue airship. His instincts told him he should take care not to attract attention, but he sort of felt like he wasn't supposed to be there but it was okay if he was found.
He put the cat into the brown coat, in a way that allowed the cat to stay in the same place without him having to hold it. The brown lump on his chest would probably look suspicious, but a white cat would've drawn more attention. Still, he kept low, walking at an even pace and walking closer to the people preoccupied with what they were doing.
Eventually, he made his way across the docks to the door of one of the massive airship's cargo bays. Sneaking behind a soldier hefting a large box, the vast openness of the docks gave way to a rather spacious cargo hold that was filling up with crates of supplies. He slipped out from behind the soldier as he put down his load and went out of the cargo hold, maybe to grab another box.
He found a small space to sit in with big boxes on many of its sides which would be able to hide him from anyone looking in from the door. He also found a large cloth draped over the boxes which he could use to hide himself in a pinch.
Alright, He thought, cat still sleeping in his lap. Now what?
He felt as if he had been sleeping for a long time now. He could feel his joints creaking as he stirred, eyes still heavy, being freshly awoken. He rubbed his eyes, fog slowly clearing, becoming more alert and awake. He blinked as shadows suddenly crossed his vision, soldiers running back and forth, loading cargo onto several ships on the docks; but something wasn't right. After thinking for a few moments, he realized what it was.
Wait, I wasn't here when I went to sleep. He thought, I was... somewhere else?
He looked around him again, trying to spot any landmarks or anything familiar he could use as a guide. It felt familiar, but he had no idea where he was.
I'm sure I didn't go to sleep here... He thought, Where was I?
He closed his eyes, and tried to think back towards the previous night. What had he been doing? Where had he gone?
Suddenly, he felt a harsh pain start to pulsate in his forehead. He instinctively buried his face into the soft bundle of fur in his arms. For some reason, the warmth soothed him, and slowly the pain started to fade. He felt the sound of the creature's breathing, though it was barely audible, fill his mind with a gentle calm...
Wait, what the-?
He looked down at the creature that lay in his arms.
A cat?
He was holding a small white cat who seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Since when was it here?
His mind went to static as he tried in vain to remember anything about the cat, anything about where he was. Why was he holding the cat? Why was he sleeping in a place like this? What clothes was he wearing?
He seemed to be wearing a large brown coat which was far too large for him. It was warm, perhaps that was why he had worn it. But the problem was, he had no memory of ever putting it on.
What do I remember?
The boy started trying to sift through his memories, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything. He only saw static. He couldn't remember his name, why he was there, what the cat was doing in his arms, but he could feel that he was supposed to know. The cat felt familiar, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced. He knew the cat, that much was for certain. The coat felt familiar too, and it looked fairly old and somewhat worn. Maybe he'd been using it for some time?
He buried his face into the cat's soft fur again, letting it's soothing presence calm him down.
If remembering isn't getting me anywhere, He thought, Then maybe I should just follow my instincts?
He looked up from his cat, and took yet another look at his surroundings. He saw a huge damaged airship, he couldn't remember if he knew anything about it, but he could feel that it was something standard, not exactly ordinary, but more like something that happened regularly. The ship was rather magnificent, though. It also looked to be extremely heavily armed and armoured.
Casting his gaze elsewhere, he found little of interest, except for a similarly sized airship which was blue instead of red.
For some reason, he could feel the blue airship drawing him, more so than the red one. Maybe he just liked blue things? The more he stared at it, the more he felt that he should be inside the ship.
That's probably my best lead... He thought.
He carefully stood up, taking care not to disturb the white cat in his arms, and proceeded to stretch his legs out a little. As he watched soldiers and robed people go back and forth, he noticed that the majority of them were heading for the blue airship. His instincts told him he should take care not to attract attention, but he sort of felt like he wasn't supposed to be there but it was okay if he was found.
He put the cat into the brown coat, in a way that allowed the cat to stay in the same place without him having to hold it. The brown lump on his chest would probably look suspicious, but a white cat would've drawn more attention. Still, he kept low, walking at an even pace and walking closer to the people preoccupied with what they were doing.
Eventually, he made his way across the docks to the door of one of the massive airship's cargo bays. Sneaking behind a soldier hefting a large box, the vast openness of the docks gave way to a rather spacious cargo hold that was filling up with crates of supplies. He slipped out from behind the soldier as he put down his load and went out of the cargo hold, maybe to grab another box.
He found a small space to sit in with big boxes on many of its sides which would be able to hide him from anyone looking in from the door. He also found a large cloth draped over the boxes which he could use to hide himself in a pinch.
Alright, He thought, cat still sleeping in his lap. Now what?
Aaaawww yiss!
Post coming soon!
Post coming soon!
© 2007-2026