I'm sorry to hear that. We'll really miss you. Wish there was something we could've worked out.
Take care.
Take care.
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STATUS: The wheel of time turned once more as bombs burst in the sky and the world rose anew. 2 yrs ago
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The wheel of time turned once more as bombs burst in the sky and the world rose anew.
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It's an illusion of life. All the same. One and all. All in one. One and all.
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The dead have risen. The dead can dance.
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Chosen Undead.
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Sure sure! Do you need motivation to post or discussing ideas to help?
Thanks for talking about your concerns. I haven't really modeled this rp off of DnD but instead Crpgs me and my friends have played like Planetscape torment and the old Fallout games. I try to make a world and give the characters all a problem to solve, in this case a murder mystery and they have to investigate the world and characters around them to gleam information before coming to conclusions.
My expectations of you are just to create a character with goals and motivations that we can collaborate on to make interesting stories. So far you've done well in that.
My expectations of you are just to create a character with goals and motivations that we can collaborate on to make interesting stories. So far you've done well in that.
Just checking in. I think it's Fading's turn to post? What do people think?
Yeah I do apologize, I was late and just got too distracted to post last weekend. Sorry about that.
Anyways. The investigation is starting now. I encourage everyone to start interrogating Kaspar and perhaps using their connections to their deities to get an edge and reveal information other people couldn't see. There will be more of that going forward once we go to the crime scene next as well.
Anyways. The investigation is starting now. I encourage everyone to start interrogating Kaspar and perhaps using their connections to their deities to get an edge and reveal information other people couldn't see. There will be more of that going forward once we go to the crime scene next as well.
"Murder is murder. Right. But then everything changes when your father gets shot over some dispute between 'gods' supposedly up in the sky above. I think it's all bullshit, but what these people believe drives them to do the most insane shit I've ever seen. If even a bootlegger could get tangled up in these things then god help us all."
Marie explained with harsh crassness to the well-intentioned Cathal. In her eyes the involvement of the supernatural was all but guaranteed and the poor humans tangled up in their greed would suffer tragic fates for no greater purposes. Abigail's speech calmed her nerves and reassured her that the attempt to understand and bring these forces to justice was worthwhile still, despite her pessimism. She'd never admit it openly to the preacher, however.
Her attitude is reinforced as Kaspar arrives with the bad news. She could no longer believe in coincidences and the timing of yet another murder confirmed her suspicions. She'd glance down at her pocket watch, a tiny heirloom from her late father. The words of a friend repeating in her head. At once a great energy overtook her and compelled her to stand up from the bar.
"Yeah we should start our investigation alright! If we split up we're as good as dead if the guys who did this are who I think they are!" Marie shouted at Jane's question, coming up to examine Kaspar herself and getting face to face with the man.
]"What else did you see? Was there any strange spirits or did you get asked to do somethings you wouldn't normally do by strangers? Did any of them have snakes on their neck, like tattoos? You have to answer this now!"
The woman was angry and overwhelming the poor man. Abigail and Montag knew full well what she was referring to and what had caused this explosion of passion.
Marie explained with harsh crassness to the well-intentioned Cathal. In her eyes the involvement of the supernatural was all but guaranteed and the poor humans tangled up in their greed would suffer tragic fates for no greater purposes. Abigail's speech calmed her nerves and reassured her that the attempt to understand and bring these forces to justice was worthwhile still, despite her pessimism. She'd never admit it openly to the preacher, however.
Her attitude is reinforced as Kaspar arrives with the bad news. She could no longer believe in coincidences and the timing of yet another murder confirmed her suspicions. She'd glance down at her pocket watch, a tiny heirloom from her late father. The words of a friend repeating in her head. At once a great energy overtook her and compelled her to stand up from the bar.
"Yeah we should start our investigation alright! If we split up we're as good as dead if the guys who did this are who I think they are!" Marie shouted at Jane's question, coming up to examine Kaspar herself and getting face to face with the man.
]"What else did you see? Was there any strange spirits or did you get asked to do somethings you wouldn't normally do by strangers? Did any of them have snakes on their neck, like tattoos? You have to answer this now!"
The woman was angry and overwhelming the poor man. Abigail and Montag knew full well what she was referring to and what had caused this explosion of passion.
"So yeah you see you really should just let me talk to your bo-"
Is all the princess can manage before being forcibly silenced by the devoted bunny attendants. She'd try and launch a kick or two and run away but the high heels on her feet and the arms gripped around her own would prevent her from going anywhere. She'd stomp and complain into a hand, looking out to Katie or anyone nearby but the black haired girl had become distracted with Harley. A calculated move, no doubt.
"Lhht ghh!" it's all she can manage to say as the bunnies disappear with her into the backrooms of the casino.
Harley's goons only gave sweet giggles to their captured prey, finding no qualms with dragging her out of sight and sound. For a time she remained just like that, an enigmatic anamoly and gone from the world. But eventually some of the Casino's lights dimmed and two larger spotlights illuminated on a grand stage near the bar. Harley paid it no mind and to those engaged in their gambling and own activities, the spectacle was just another reign of madness in the dimension that tested one's luck.
Dramatic fog seeped at the stage's floor, the stage raised a few feet higher from the crowd for all to see. Then a circle opened up from the floor and with it rose a long metal pole pointing to the heavens. Leashed to the same pole was Riku in her ridiculous bunny disguise now turned worker's uniform, upper body cinched and wrangled in harnessed rope with a loose leash at her ankles; just enough to give the girl room to happily hop around and perform for the guests. Naturally her blabbering jaw was sealed taught with an expensive looking toy meant for the backrooms, fat red orb jutting her lips and attached as tight as the linked chain leashing her to her stripping pole,
"Hurhhff, ghut thhs hhuf!"
Riku wouldn't stop blabbering even with something her mouth. She'd hop as she was forced to, red faced and embarrassed at how the bondage she had been placed in was very fitting for her failed disguise. She'd strut her stuff down the fashion way, forced to become a showgirl as every swish of her restrained body became an attraction for the guests. She'd glance over the audience with panic and hope someone from the team was around to stop this charade. She'd swish and sway against the metal pole, its cold touch making her very uncomfortable.
As Riku danced her way across the stage, the length of the chain always reminding her just how small her freedom was, the giggling of the bunnies was never far from her ears.
My turn to post this weekend!
@BrokenPromise
Huh you've not read that much of Valeria?
Also I wonder what you think of Ozma and Val's collab.
Huh you've not read that much of Valeria?
Also I wonder what you think of Ozma and Val's collab.
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