@Frizan Since the voting thread was locked a while back. I figured a reminder couldn't hurt. Are you going to be announcing the winner/putting the entry in the 'Trophy case'?
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Male, 31 years old. (So I'm practically dead, as we speak.)
Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)
But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)
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Ali was left in the hallway to wait and wonder if they were being put under the similar conditions. A perfect representation of her options; leaving the ruins of everything that happened behind her and going the only way forward. Because an A.I had imploded from her ship — yet she managed to find something more alien than the Oraborom; Raargorgathan’s sense of humor. Listening to minutes of incomprehensible jokes that he was broadcasting to her; pebbles of words tossed out into an endless flow of laughter. But while the one-sided small talk might’ve pierced more sensitive ears, it was a double-edged sword that hopefully lifted her spirits from the gravity of this situation. Perhaps the nitrous oxide leaking inside the room could spread his infectiousness. Or at least his antics would make him seem innocuous and the assumed effort to lighten the mood would be appreciated.
Maybe sounding pleased as punch was why both were bathing in a dark red light like they were swimming in a bowl of it. The room was bright as his grinning face, even as his claw picked something unsightly from between his teeth. Sitting behind dual screens displaying information that was only observable to the side facing him; the ETA to the designated planet and the A.I’s scan. Unknown to the A.I across from him and the holographic wall that separated them, potentially making Bri feel distance despite their relative spatial closeness. That is — if he hadn’t explained the entire setup earlier and why his concentration needed to be precise. But it went by as quick as his ability to process all of the necessary data, so the mechanical door would soon open up and they’d step out through the barrier. Most of his movements were subtle as he stood with his claws resting on his hips.
“Thanks for your understanding and patience. We’ll be landing within the hour." He said briefly scratching his stomach with his left claw. "My sensors indicated that there won’t be intelligent life here, but I'd suggest we stay close to avoid misfortune. In the meantime, you were concerned about supplies, yes? Then allow me to show you what I have in my storage. Oh, and refer to me by my abbreviated name, Rhaegar.” He held the same claw up and firmly patting his upper-chest. “That’s considered to be the highest sign of mutual trust from where I'm from — which is required for an expedition. Now. Ali, Bri, come.”
The request for them to follow him back into the docking bay was said with a blunt haste that might’ve sounded like an owner ordering his pets around. But if she wanted to survive, it was best to pick her battles carefully...
Letting his wing span stretch out once he reached the docking bay, softly flapping them once as a gust of wind was casted forward from such a lackluster movement, probably messing up some hair. The purpose became clear as the sound of the satisfyingly crack coming from his back. The quiet groan of relief didn’t help keep the mind pure, that had to have felt like getting flogged. But the brain hadn’t twisted into pretzels until he continued to lead the pair to the other large mechanical doorway. A pause — followed it opening up with the same procedure the last one did...
“This is why I assured you not to worry about food or supplies...”
Entering the 'storage' would give her a complimentary whiplash from it having enough metal crates containing he knows what. The sheer enormous scale would make her brain do a double take; like how could this be the same vessel from the outside? It was just reasonably taller than your ship standing up, it didn’t have the girth of a typical cargo ship. But this detour served as a decent distraction as the speedy descent and eventual touchdown hadn’t even been noticed by pair.
When they’d eventually look upon this desolate wasteland in all its splendor, the earth-like atmosphere was eerily similar. The air was dry and a little lacking in comparison, but not as dire as the rocky desert would imply and it would still be breathable for Ali without any additional equipment. It had the same gravity and mild temperatures in spite of the hellish orange ash clouds covering the skies. There wasn’t any buildings and lifeforms in sight; only many steep and jagged rock formations, big to mountainous, jutting out from the ground like it was the world’s thorn. From the looks of it, there was even a wide river that reached up to the distance horizon, albeit nearly dried out. The planet’s shining sun was what would’ve likely drew the most awe. So identical that it gave you the feeling of reaching home, even though you were eons away...
Maybe sounding pleased as punch was why both were bathing in a dark red light like they were swimming in a bowl of it. The room was bright as his grinning face, even as his claw picked something unsightly from between his teeth. Sitting behind dual screens displaying information that was only observable to the side facing him; the ETA to the designated planet and the A.I’s scan. Unknown to the A.I across from him and the holographic wall that separated them, potentially making Bri feel distance despite their relative spatial closeness. That is — if he hadn’t explained the entire setup earlier and why his concentration needed to be precise. But it went by as quick as his ability to process all of the necessary data, so the mechanical door would soon open up and they’d step out through the barrier. Most of his movements were subtle as he stood with his claws resting on his hips.
“Thanks for your understanding and patience. We’ll be landing within the hour." He said briefly scratching his stomach with his left claw. "My sensors indicated that there won’t be intelligent life here, but I'd suggest we stay close to avoid misfortune. In the meantime, you were concerned about supplies, yes? Then allow me to show you what I have in my storage. Oh, and refer to me by my abbreviated name, Rhaegar.” He held the same claw up and firmly patting his upper-chest. “That’s considered to be the highest sign of mutual trust from where I'm from — which is required for an expedition. Now. Ali, Bri, come.”
The request for them to follow him back into the docking bay was said with a blunt haste that might’ve sounded like an owner ordering his pets around. But if she wanted to survive, it was best to pick her battles carefully...
Letting his wing span stretch out once he reached the docking bay, softly flapping them once as a gust of wind was casted forward from such a lackluster movement, probably messing up some hair. The purpose became clear as the sound of the satisfyingly crack coming from his back. The quiet groan of relief didn’t help keep the mind pure, that had to have felt like getting flogged. But the brain hadn’t twisted into pretzels until he continued to lead the pair to the other large mechanical doorway. A pause — followed it opening up with the same procedure the last one did...
“This is why I assured you not to worry about food or supplies...”
Entering the 'storage' would give her a complimentary whiplash from it having enough metal crates containing he knows what. The sheer enormous scale would make her brain do a double take; like how could this be the same vessel from the outside? It was just reasonably taller than your ship standing up, it didn’t have the girth of a typical cargo ship. But this detour served as a decent distraction as the speedy descent and eventual touchdown hadn’t even been noticed by pair.
When they’d eventually look upon this desolate wasteland in all its splendor, the earth-like atmosphere was eerily similar. The air was dry and a little lacking in comparison, but not as dire as the rocky desert would imply and it would still be breathable for Ali without any additional equipment. It had the same gravity and mild temperatures in spite of the hellish orange ash clouds covering the skies. There wasn’t any buildings and lifeforms in sight; only many steep and jagged rock formations, big to mountainous, jutting out from the ground like it was the world’s thorn. From the looks of it, there was even a wide river that reached up to the distance horizon, albeit nearly dried out. The planet’s shining sun was what would’ve likely drew the most awe. So identical that it gave you the feeling of reaching home, even though you were eons away...
I've learned hot apartment = my brain will not f*cking write, no matter how long I spent at my word processor.
Ravi
Ravi looked up at the sky, as Wendy flew off faster than he could properly thank her. His tongue flicked in contemplative silence, convincing himself to keep smiling and that they’d surely meet again. Refocusing his attention on every minut detail of his companions, while politely nodding at the adults to show them he was listening. Repeating the given names in his head like a broken record until he didn’t skip a beat. “Munchi, Seraph, Honey Buns, Merc.”
Then Lance’s response to Nathan crossed his racing mind soon after the introductions had finished. If true, it risked splitting the group apart before they could decide how long to stay. And his mouth might’ve been literally bigger than the rest of his team, but it remained uselessly unused. Telling himself and nobody else that it was silly to feel guilty for voicing his opinion on such an important matter. Oh, but he knew shouldn’t fret, it was just another bite-sized issue like all the others. Sure, maybe when dumped together, it was a little too much to chew on. Getting a gut sensation of being overwhelmed, as if he’d entangled his stomach in knots. But everyone was going through the same thing right? His thoughts sprinkling sugary words over his plate of insecurities to make them more palatable, but he wasn't even served the main course of concerns yet.
No, that would come as they were lead into the barn. Where Seraph kindly provided them cushy seats and a cozy fire to bask in, helping him give her a warm reply in spite of sad news. "All is forgiven. Please let me know whatever I can do to help!”
Learning about Scraffy’s wife and the builder of the farm having gone missing for days. The freak weather had been ongoing; creating fires, floods and dwindling their supplies. The many thieves and red-eyed ghosts that threatened everyone’s safety would be the cherry on top. Toppling down to bury him with the excessive burdens weighing upon his shoulders — if he had any to begin with. He gulped back the rising uneasiness in his throat and didn’t linger on the aftertaste. Any further contemplation on food would have him lose his lunch…
The smell turned his gaze toward the liquid pour slowly into the bowl — wait, were those chunks? Uurgh...it would be soon. Fortunately, unlike Nathan, he had the opposite thought. It wouldn’t be appropriate to accept their food when he hadn’t done anything to earn it. Besides he already ate...bleh.
Shifting eyes locked onto Munchi devouring his bowl in a gulp. Now there’s a hard worker that needed the energy! He just wanted to make friends, and what would be a better way to someone’s heart? Ravi slithered over and beamed him a grin intense as the sunshine. “Munchi, if you’re still hungry you can have my bowl. I’m still full from my last meal.” Hopefully seen as a humble offer that practically begged for his bowl to be as empty as the radiant glow from his expression running on fumes. So that at least one thing was resolved before he fainted from exhaustion.
"...And there's nothing wrong with getting some sleep..."
Eshu and his lantern’s glow brightly spotlighted her from above as if the sun revolved around her, providing a heavenly light that always guided her forward and fueled her spirits until it radiated like her magical uniform. Entering into the unknown as the thought of potential danger had been replaced by remembering that her classmates would often gripe that nighttime made their school look like a lifeless husk. And in response, the school’s faculty briefly mentioned that they’d be creating late night clubs in hopes to liven the place up, maybe because they feared that the walls had ears to hear. But all the talk proved to be cheap as their two cent interpretations on both sides of the coin. Such shallow investments wasted on well-wishes would’ve been better drown out if one dared to dive deeper and discover their first step plunging into a pool of blood, only to realize they’d just gotten their feet wet. Morbid as the scenery and the sounds of sloppy eating coming from whatever lurked beyond the basement's doors. Her desires would be unlike her peers, in that she would beat the life out of the school and hope that it stays dead.
Her new-found heroism now faced an ugly truth with an unsightly underbite. The demon’s grating screech pierced her senses like a hand nailed into a chalkboard. Neck and neck no more, as her passionate swing cut the tension smoothly as butter to a hot knife. Its head marrying the beautiful blade until it was divorced from the body. Despite Eshu hearing her heart boom inside her chest, loud as the outside thunder. He witnessed a hero ending the encounter swift as lightning, even though he knew that the storm of demons raged on. He believed answering the cries for help would lead her to understand the grim nature of her true calling. The corpse would vaporize out of existence but the urgency of the situation hadn’t evaporated yet, as Eshu would hover over Kiyoko and alert Mika calmly.
“Your friend — might still be alive. But she needs treatment fast.”
His words were accurate against all odds. The floor and her body was practically painted red, but that raised the question of how does one person even spill that much blood? Perhaps the answer was behind leaking cardboard box number two, or three, or the many with their tops sealed in layers of duct tape that littered the room along with the discarded bones. How did she just start smelling the presence of rotting flesh? But somehow she could resist the normal reaction to retch and focus on problem solving. The hospital wasn’t that far from school and she still had a working cellphone; although its battery would spare her a mere minute to call for an ambulance. Eshu would interrupt this process with an alternative method.
“Listen. I cannot mend her wounds. The demon has cursed her with its evil. You can carry her and go get her help faster than anyone can come to you.” Frowning as his bleak eyes would stare down at her and make a plea. “And I know this will be hard. But when you get there, you must set her down somewhere and hurry home. I’ll make sure she’s noticed and that the professionals do their jobs. But you mustn't cast suspicion on yourself, when the demons will be actively searching for you now. Do you understand? This is for the good of everyone...”
Her new-found heroism now faced an ugly truth with an unsightly underbite. The demon’s grating screech pierced her senses like a hand nailed into a chalkboard. Neck and neck no more, as her passionate swing cut the tension smoothly as butter to a hot knife. Its head marrying the beautiful blade until it was divorced from the body. Despite Eshu hearing her heart boom inside her chest, loud as the outside thunder. He witnessed a hero ending the encounter swift as lightning, even though he knew that the storm of demons raged on. He believed answering the cries for help would lead her to understand the grim nature of her true calling. The corpse would vaporize out of existence but the urgency of the situation hadn’t evaporated yet, as Eshu would hover over Kiyoko and alert Mika calmly.
“Your friend — might still be alive. But she needs treatment fast.”
His words were accurate against all odds. The floor and her body was practically painted red, but that raised the question of how does one person even spill that much blood? Perhaps the answer was behind leaking cardboard box number two, or three, or the many with their tops sealed in layers of duct tape that littered the room along with the discarded bones. How did she just start smelling the presence of rotting flesh? But somehow she could resist the normal reaction to retch and focus on problem solving. The hospital wasn’t that far from school and she still had a working cellphone; although its battery would spare her a mere minute to call for an ambulance. Eshu would interrupt this process with an alternative method.
“Listen. I cannot mend her wounds. The demon has cursed her with its evil. You can carry her and go get her help faster than anyone can come to you.” Frowning as his bleak eyes would stare down at her and make a plea. “And I know this will be hard. But when you get there, you must set her down somewhere and hurry home. I’ll make sure she’s noticed and that the professionals do their jobs. But you mustn't cast suspicion on yourself, when the demons will be actively searching for you now. Do you understand? This is for the good of everyone...”
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A red flash would engulf her vision after their conversation was over. An involuntarily blink of her eyes would reveal the same hallway, standing with her back facing the closed door of the Master Control Room. Raargorgathan would resume his original posture, pushing the previous screen away as it zipped backwards into the distance and a different one emerged from beneath. It displayed various statistics in an alien language that was familiar to him. It would describe Ali with any information that had ever been put into her ship’s database. This was normally collected by government agencies to document those they may need to contact in the future. Along with the Pathfinder’s main organization to help them keep track of purchased spaceships in cases of theft, or if a Pathfinder is reported to be lost in space.
Firmly tapping it with his claw to show another display, then stroking his chin and smirking. “Excellent. Seems we’ll be there shortly…”
A warning buzz met his ears, followed by the emergency notification at the moment her craft imploded and left her with the A.I. The first thing to cross his mind wasn’t concern, as he knew the ship wouldn’t receive damage from the strange occurrence. But he would still exit and let The Ingentis’ auto-piloting handle the rest, as his curiosity was piqued. Raargorathan hadn’t taken a step before focusing below at two walking up beside him. Somehow he seemed even larger in stature compared to when there wasn’t a level floor to provide more accurate measurements. Keenly listening to her explanation as he didn’t appear certain. If it wasn’t interpreted as a sign of mistrust, perhaps the confusion came from this being another instance that he never encountered. His sudden reaction might have startled them, though unintentional, his claws resting on his hips as he bellowed out a fit of laughter. His bombastic voice soon confirmed her suspicions that he was taking this news and stranger's appearance in good spirits.
“Yes! Very interesting indeed! Welcome aboard, ‘The Ingentis’! I’m the Captain of this vessel and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, call me Raargorgathan.” He greeted the A.I, raising his claw to the center of his chest. His gaze turned to Ali as he continued to speak with enthusiasm. “I have news for you as well. I’ve located a safe and unoccupied planet for us and we’ll be touching down in due time. So we the meantime, would you permit me to scan the artificial intelligence? It'll be a completely harmless process, but I require it to check for potential viruses usually built deeply into their code that could risk corrupting my ship."
You couldn't feel or see the ship's movement, but it sounded like it wouldn't be long now before you settled. Even if the problems of finding a way back home remained up in the vacuum of space. It didn't seem like it would be wise to give no for an answer, unless she wanted to be very creative...
Firmly tapping it with his claw to show another display, then stroking his chin and smirking. “Excellent. Seems we’ll be there shortly…”
*** Processing Completed ***
*** Planet Coordinates Entered ***
*** Immediate Course Set ***
*** Calculating Landing Time... ***
*** Lifeform Entrance! ***
A warning buzz met his ears, followed by the emergency notification at the moment her craft imploded and left her with the A.I. The first thing to cross his mind wasn’t concern, as he knew the ship wouldn’t receive damage from the strange occurrence. But he would still exit and let The Ingentis’ auto-piloting handle the rest, as his curiosity was piqued. Raargorathan hadn’t taken a step before focusing below at two walking up beside him. Somehow he seemed even larger in stature compared to when there wasn’t a level floor to provide more accurate measurements. Keenly listening to her explanation as he didn’t appear certain. If it wasn’t interpreted as a sign of mistrust, perhaps the confusion came from this being another instance that he never encountered. His sudden reaction might have startled them, though unintentional, his claws resting on his hips as he bellowed out a fit of laughter. His bombastic voice soon confirmed her suspicions that he was taking this news and stranger's appearance in good spirits.
“Yes! Very interesting indeed! Welcome aboard, ‘The Ingentis’! I’m the Captain of this vessel and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, call me Raargorgathan.” He greeted the A.I, raising his claw to the center of his chest. His gaze turned to Ali as he continued to speak with enthusiasm. “I have news for you as well. I’ve located a safe and unoccupied planet for us and we’ll be touching down in due time. So we the meantime, would you permit me to scan the artificial intelligence? It'll be a completely harmless process, but I require it to check for potential viruses usually built deeply into their code that could risk corrupting my ship."
You couldn't feel or see the ship's movement, but it sounded like it wouldn't be long now before you settled. Even if the problems of finding a way back home remained up in the vacuum of space. It didn't seem like it would be wise to give no for an answer, unless she wanted to be very creative...
Olympics
Today is a good day.
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Nah it's all good.
Update: Posted finally. I apologize for the delay.
Update: Posted finally. I apologize for the delay.
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