silver21

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You know what's so funny is that I wrote out a whole post for Damien and apparently that only happened in my head and did not actually make it onto my laptop 🙃

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@Tlazolteotl High key Sirpa would be thrilled to see Wesley again haha

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@Tlazolteotl Thank you for sharing!! I get the communication thing too lol similarly to what @Stanifly said with being worried about over-explaining. I often ask people “does that make sense?” and some people apparently think I believe they aren’t smart enough to follow me when in reality I think I am incoherent hahaha

I also interpreted your comment as being guilty of using bad grammar lol but also I think it adds to creative storytelling! I use bad grammar on purpose when I talk with friends irl to get the vibe of what I want to say just right 🤌

I like how flushed out Wesley is! I definitely didn’t expect him to be that detailed since it was just a demo and I am pleasantly surprised. Guess that’s what makes a good RP scenario 😁

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@silver21Gotcha, so Sirpa and Damien will also not be perceiving each other 📝 Can they perceive all the other characters though? (which I should probably ask the same question to you too, @Stanifly)

@Tlazolteotl

I'm gonna have Damien perceive Vicis, Silas, and Aelvira like just to keep it simpler for me and then Sirpa will perceive everyone else.

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Sirpa's Catharsis

@Tlazolteotl@JJ Doe@Stanifly

"He'll be back though. One good scream doesn't undo a lifetime of that." Sirpa looked toward the door of the coffee shop. She tried not to feel hopeful. She had liked Wesley. In the short time that they knew him, he had started to become comfortable to be around.

When she looked back at the others, she noticed that Morgan had disappeared. He was there, but now he wasn't. She hadn't seen him leave or heard him walk away. Sirpa sighed and took another sip of her tea. No one ever stays, anyway.

As she sat quietly, focusing on the warmth coming from the mug into her hands, she picked up on another conversation happening nearby. It started as background noise, but over time it sounded closer and more clear.

"You already know I'm Jay, so... what are your names?"

Sirpa looked up. More people were sitting nearby in chairs that seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere. Everyone was seated in a lazy sort of circle. Sirpa suddenly felt a tad self-conscious. She hadn't sat herself in a circle. She didn't want to be perceived yet. She was still coming out of a mild dissociation after that...event?...she, Silver Blade, and Morgan had experienced. She looked over at Silver Blade, searching for comfort in the familiar, and then back at the person who introduced themself as Jay. Sirpa realized that their question was also directed at her.

"I'm Sirpa," she said simply. Then she took another sip of her tea, focusing on its warmth and smell rather than the feeling of awkwardness from introducing herself to yet another new person. Warm apple cinnamon. Like friends and the floral section of craft stores. Gentle. Familiar.

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@Tlazolteotl Oooo yeah, I want to know what you had in mind for Wesley!

Also, with Vicis/Teresa, it would help to have hiders showing what the characters perceive lol. I also love chaos as long as I can navigate it somehow 😅 I know for me, I don't want Sirpa and Damien to perceive each other because that will end up confusing me. I'm gonna have Damien not perceive Jay but Sirpa will. For her, she's only going to perceive human/humanoid characters

@Auragreedia Totally understandable! It was fun RPing with you! Morgan is a cool character. I'll look forward to seeing your writing again sometime! 😁

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Lost in Translation

@Tlazolteotl@Stanifly@Auragreedia

Sirpa relaxed. Oh, thank God. She danced with Wesley. She smiled. She breathed. She forgot the noise and the lights.

But then, Wesley stopped.

Sirpa stilled and watched him with a look of concern. He seemed to be remembering something. She kept his hand in hers. I'm here.

The music stopped. The lack of rhythm was a bit jarring. For a moment, the room felt cold.

Then, the scream.

Sirpa lost her grip on Wesley's hand as she, too, stumbled back from the sound. As the wave hit her, his feelings within her magnified. She caught herself on one knee and peered up at Wesley, blinking through tears. I see you, she thought urgently. She knew speaking would be no use. She breathed in and out steadily as his hurt grew in her chest, fighting air for the same space in her lungs.

And then, suddenly, it lifted as her vision was flooded with light.

She saw the woman, and then another. She watched as the faces changed. She watched as Wesley spoke clearly for once and she watched as he left.

And then, in a blink, she was standing in the coffee shop again with Silver Blade and Morgan beside the armchair next to the fireplace. She stood still for a few seconds, not quite processing what just happened, and then slumped back into the armchair. The sound of a mug placed beside her pulled her back to reality (reality?). She reached for it and held it in her hands. It was warm and smelled of apple cinnamon. Sirpa took a sip. It was the perfect temperature and it brought her a sense of comfort that she could vaguely trace back to adolescence. She held her mug close to her chest and sat quietly, her gaze resting on a point in space a few feet in front of her. "Well, looks like we did it," she said finally.

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Actually, Damien can go first. I think I know what I want to do with him now. I'll PM you @Tlazolteotl!

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Damien's Catharsis

@Stanifly@Tlazolteotl@DaftJive

"Ahhh...." Damien's gaze slid downward to the side. The wyrm was speaking to him but after catching his name, Damien was unable to hold onto the rest of what Vicis said. It was like each word increased in physical density in succession before melting and sliding off of his brain without being retained. "...Yeah," was what he eventually settled on.

He spotted the human in their company out of the corner of his eye. Weird. He hadn't seen a human look so, well, human before. Maybe this wasn't really Hell, or another Hell. Or, actually, maybe it was the next Hell and all the sinners ended up looking like themselves again. But whatever this "wyrm" thing was? He hadn't seen anything like it in any of the seven rings. At least, he was sure he didn't remember seeing anything like it.

Damien took another sip of his drink. The alcohol was warm on its way down. Sluggish. Damien set his glass down heavily and pushed it toward the bartender. "Actually, could I have something else? Do you got coffee?" He spoke with the slightest slur, but he was nowhere near buzzed. He labored to speak. His bones felt like they were made of stone. It was honestly a bit hard to keep track of everything happening in front of him, and he was aware that there really wasn't that much going on. Oh Satan. He was really hoping to not have to feel like this anymore.

Remembering he was in company, Damien spoke again. "I don't think it's much of a 'grace' to your presence. Where I just came from..." ...I'm the fucking lower class. But he stopped talking. It was effortful and meaningless, anyway.

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As a heads up I won’t be posting until at least Friday probably. Hanging with family for the holiday 🎄