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HELLO MY NAME IS STONE AND I LOVE FANTASY - ALL SORTS OF IT - ALL MY RPs ARE FANTASY
MY FAVORITE KIND IS TECHNOFANTASY, THOUGH. THE KIND WITH SWORDS AND MAGIC AND GUNS AND MONSTERS AND SCIENCE AND SOMETIMES CARS TOO. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH WITH MODERN TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD
OH I LOVE PALADINS TOO. THERE'S NOTHING COOLER THAN A PARAGON OF JUSTICE AND VIRTUE
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MY FAVORITE KIND IS TECHNOFANTASY, THOUGH. THE KIND WITH SWORDS AND MAGIC AND GUNS AND MONSTERS AND SCIENCE AND SOMETIMES CARS TOO. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH WITH MODERN TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD
OH I LOVE PALADINS TOO. THERE'S NOTHING COOLER THAN A PARAGON OF JUSTICE AND VIRTUE
LIST OF IDIOTS I LOVE INCLUDING DESCRIPTIONS FUCK YOU AVI
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mentions: @Scribe of Thoth
As if the howling wind from Maive’s call wasn’t chilly enough, the icy grip of decay began to spread on the island.
As Danny spoke his confession to the world, the grass around his feet began to wither, darkening to an ashen grey, until those ashes, too, scattered. The mist descended, hiding the young man from view, before a weathered wooden oar pierced its veil and brushed it aside like a curtain.
“Kharon!”
A burst of power radiated forth, clearing the last of the mist, sending a thrum through the soul of anyone near. At Danny’s mental command, a bolt of black energy, loose, almost liquid in form, flew from his Persona’s finger and struck the frog, right in its face.
It recoiled slightly, but didn’t appear very fazed. It opened its mouth again, only to find its lips crumbling, the mucous and flesh conducting an ethereal decay throughout its face.
The frog began to panic. It roared, flailed about, swinging its wings and legs at anything nearby. Several large chunks of earth narrowly missed Orlando, who managed to dive out of the way just in time.
It swung its tongue around like a large whip, Sofia ragdolling about, still held tight in its sticky grasp.
Then, the decay spread. It ate through the frog’s lips, muscle, and bone—and the base of the tongue. Sofia went flying. Up and up, limbs whirling about. It reminded Imogen of old Sauce Engine physics.
And then she landed, thankfully not on the ground, but in water. She splashed into the ocean, and disappeared under the surface.
The frog bellowed one last time, though it was more of a weak howl, considering it was missing most of its face. Its legs gave out, its wings flapped helplessly, and it crashed into the remaining underbrush.
It didn’t leave a corpse. Just moments after it died, its form began to fade into a white mist, like sea spray.
The chaos was over—everyone seemed safe—minus Sofia and one missing Victor.
As Danny spoke his confession to the world, the grass around his feet began to wither, darkening to an ashen grey, until those ashes, too, scattered. The mist descended, hiding the young man from view, before a weathered wooden oar pierced its veil and brushed it aside like a curtain.
“Kharon!”
A burst of power radiated forth, clearing the last of the mist, sending a thrum through the soul of anyone near. At Danny’s mental command, a bolt of black energy, loose, almost liquid in form, flew from his Persona’s finger and struck the frog, right in its face.
It recoiled slightly, but didn’t appear very fazed. It opened its mouth again, only to find its lips crumbling, the mucous and flesh conducting an ethereal decay throughout its face.
The frog began to panic. It roared, flailed about, swinging its wings and legs at anything nearby. Several large chunks of earth narrowly missed Orlando, who managed to dive out of the way just in time.
It swung its tongue around like a large whip, Sofia ragdolling about, still held tight in its sticky grasp.
Then, the decay spread. It ate through the frog’s lips, muscle, and bone—and the base of the tongue. Sofia went flying. Up and up, limbs whirling about. It reminded Imogen of old Sauce Engine physics.
And then she landed, thankfully not on the ground, but in water. She splashed into the ocean, and disappeared under the surface.
The frog bellowed one last time, though it was more of a weak howl, considering it was missing most of its face. Its legs gave out, its wings flapped helplessly, and it crashed into the remaining underbrush.
It didn’t leave a corpse. Just moments after it died, its form began to fade into a white mist, like sea spray.
The chaos was over—everyone seemed safe—minus Sofia and one missing Victor.
mentions: @OwO
Even under the midday sun, the sky darkened as Maive called her persona for the first time. As the cocoon of wind formed behind her, branches and bushes and sand whirled about, pushed away by the sudden energy ripped from her soul.
Energy crackled about her, bright white. The air smelled of ozone and sea breeze, the pressure dropping rapidly, like an oncoming thunderstorm. Her senses cleared, suddenly sharp, the fog in her mind instantly cleared.
Maive knew. She knew who stood behind her. She felt the history, the mythos, in her mind. And she knew the words to say.
"Persona!"
As she called forth her power, the frog began to shuffle back slowly. All six of its eyes were laser focused on Maive.
Then, the single hand rose, and squeezed the toad. The pressure forced the toad's mouth open, and its tongue unrolled partway like a massive Fruit Winder. Sofia was still partially wrapped in its sticky hold, but it was a start.
And, as the frog's mouth opened, it bellowed again, right towards Maive. The wave of force produced by its maw shoved her back, snapping more branches, leaves, and sand like an overclocked leaf blower. Maive flew backwards into one of the few standing trees, hitting her head against the trunk. Her Persona faded into a light breeze, her concentration disrupted by the sudden pain.
An ordinary person might've died from that blow. Instead, she only felt the comings-on of a minor headache, and some bruises that would definitely turn purple tomorrow. But—she was alive, and somewhat well.
Energy crackled about her, bright white. The air smelled of ozone and sea breeze, the pressure dropping rapidly, like an oncoming thunderstorm. Her senses cleared, suddenly sharp, the fog in her mind instantly cleared.
Maive knew. She knew who stood behind her. She felt the history, the mythos, in her mind. And she knew the words to say.
"Persona!"
As she called forth her power, the frog began to shuffle back slowly. All six of its eyes were laser focused on Maive.
Then, the single hand rose, and squeezed the toad. The pressure forced the toad's mouth open, and its tongue unrolled partway like a massive Fruit Winder. Sofia was still partially wrapped in its sticky hold, but it was a start.
And, as the frog's mouth opened, it bellowed again, right towards Maive. The wave of force produced by its maw shoved her back, snapping more branches, leaves, and sand like an overclocked leaf blower. Maive flew backwards into one of the few standing trees, hitting her head against the trunk. Her Persona faded into a light breeze, her concentration disrupted by the sudden pain.
An ordinary person might've died from that blow. Instead, she only felt the comings-on of a minor headache, and some bruises that would definitely turn purple tomorrow. But—she was alive, and somewhat well.
Eighth post is up!!! Unfortunately, Victor was a gentleman and ended up back in the real world, in the school toilets! It is after hours, so nobody's around. Also, you're still wearing your swimsuit.
On the other hand, everyone else is still in the Cognitive world! At this point, anyone who feels as if it's thematically relevant may awaken their persona! Please speak with me and Avi in DMs for details!
Next cycle is Mar. 8, due to the delay!
On the other hand, everyone else is still in the Cognitive world! At this point, anyone who feels as if it's thematically relevant may awaken their persona! Please speak with me and Avi in DMs for details!
Next cycle is Mar. 8, due to the delay!
Mentions: @hatakekuro
One person who didn't see the frog's lunch, however, was Victor. He was back in the darkness, back in the aching cold.
In his mind, a voice resonated. Neither feminine nor masculine, high nor low. It communicated its meaning to his mind, like a unspoken thought.
"Water... I see. The gateway, the horizon, the boundary..."
Before Victor could ask what the hell that meant, a flash of light pierced through the darkness. He was awake once more, and—
Where the hell was he? He was sopping wet, with sand all up—wherever sand goes. Beneath him was hard, cold tile. Above him was fluorescent lights.
Oh, merde. It was the school lavatory.
As the frog stepped forward onto the beach, two things became clear:
1. It was clearly not used to moving on land. It flopped forward awkwardly with its wings, trying to balance itself but failing rather miserably, due to its lack of front legs.
2. It had other ways to move.
The frog braced up, its eyes glancing every which way, before springing forward with a powerful leap. It crashed into the greenery, right where the group just was. The snapping of trees and crushing of dirt bore a not-so-gentle indicator of what would’ve happened had they stayed in place.
Most everyone had managed to put a good deal of distance between themselves and the frog, save for one:
Victor and Frankie were not ready for how uncooperative an unconscious Sofia could be. As they hefted her up and began moving, her muscles jerked, throwing herself back onto the ground. And as Victor bent over to pick her up once more, the frog demonstrated its final frog trait:
Its tongue.
The creature opened its 10-foot maw, slime dripping from its lips. A huge fleshy blur spring from its jaws and slammed into Victor from over 30 feet away, sending him splashing into the spring. Unlike a normal frog’s tongue, however, this one appeared to be prehensile, like an elephant’s trunk. The tongue spun around Sofia and gently rolled around her, wrapping her up like a burrito. Then, it slowly retreated, until Sofia was entrapped inside its mouth.
One of Sofia’s arms dangled outside her fleshy prison. It was at this point that she decided to wake up. Muffled screams sounded from inside the frog, and the single arm any one of them could see began to claw at the frog’s lips.
1. It was clearly not used to moving on land. It flopped forward awkwardly with its wings, trying to balance itself but failing rather miserably, due to its lack of front legs.
2. It had other ways to move.
The frog braced up, its eyes glancing every which way, before springing forward with a powerful leap. It crashed into the greenery, right where the group just was. The snapping of trees and crushing of dirt bore a not-so-gentle indicator of what would’ve happened had they stayed in place.
Most everyone had managed to put a good deal of distance between themselves and the frog, save for one:
Victor and Frankie were not ready for how uncooperative an unconscious Sofia could be. As they hefted her up and began moving, her muscles jerked, throwing herself back onto the ground. And as Victor bent over to pick her up once more, the frog demonstrated its final frog trait:
Its tongue.
The creature opened its 10-foot maw, slime dripping from its lips. A huge fleshy blur spring from its jaws and slammed into Victor from over 30 feet away, sending him splashing into the spring. Unlike a normal frog’s tongue, however, this one appeared to be prehensile, like an elephant’s trunk. The tongue spun around Sofia and gently rolled around her, wrapping her up like a burrito. Then, it slowly retreated, until Sofia was entrapped inside its mouth.
One of Sofia’s arms dangled outside her fleshy prison. It was at this point that she decided to wake up. Muffled screams sounded from inside the frog, and the single arm any one of them could see began to claw at the frog’s lips.
Seventh post is up. That mfer is BIG
Something splashed in the distance. A thump. Another thump. The ground shook, the leaves rustled. A coconut fell from a distant tree and cracked open on a rock.
From her position up on the log, Sofia turned to look. She screamed, then fainted once more, flopping down from the log and landing into some bushes.
A great big beast, about the length of a bus, crawled out onto the beach from the waves. It looked like a massive frog, but with considerably more horrifying features than any amphibian the group had seen before. Eyes like a goat, six of them, lined its head. Green skin, speckled with brown, coated in a dripping, slimy mucus. At its sides flopped two massive wings, each the size of a large bedsheet, translucent yellow. It hopped forward on two powerful legs, with webbed toes the width of a man’s torso.
From her position up on the log, Sofia turned to look. She screamed, then fainted once more, flopping down from the log and landing into some bushes.
A great big beast, about the length of a bus, crawled out onto the beach from the waves. It looked like a massive frog, but with considerably more horrifying features than any amphibian the group had seen before. Eyes like a goat, six of them, lined its head. Green skin, speckled with brown, coated in a dripping, slimy mucus. At its sides flopped two massive wings, each the size of a large bedsheet, translucent yellow. It hopped forward on two powerful legs, with webbed toes the width of a man’s torso.
It leapt forward from the shore, landing on the pearly sands of the beach. As it held itself up with its massive wings, it opened its mouth and bellowed. A massive wave of sound blasted the treeline, knocking down leaves and upending small bushes. Each of the six eyes swivelled about, unbound by a reasonable line of sight.
Sixth post is up.
Thankfully, Sofia didn’t say anything about Maive’s choice of handkerchief. She did, however, gulp in desperate gasp of air as the small underclassman let go, and doubled over briefly.
“Argh… whew…!” She gasped. “Wow! You’re… really good at hugging, Maive. Wow. That was… a lot of hug.”
Sofia led the way towards the trees, the five from the beach in tow. “I’m sorry, guys. That was. Yeah. Okay. A lot’s happening. Sorry for getting you all into… whatever the hell this is. And sorry about being all bossy. Truth is, I’ve never even been to the beach... I just got really carried away, and I’ve seen a lot of shows about this… Personally, I really like Lost, but I know that’s an older one, and— oh, Verity! You made a climbing doodad! That’s so good!”
As the group entered the vegetation to grab coconuts, Sofia excused herself in order to climb a nearby fallen trunk and take a look around. As she did so, the observant members of the group noticed something unsettling.
No animal cries. There were seagulls squawking and bugs buzzing just moments before. And yet… The entire area had gone silent. Even the sound of waves lapping against the shore seemed to fade.
Sofia, who was most certainly not observant, called from her position atop the trunk. “Hey, guys! I think I see a spring over there!” She pointed towards the undergrowth.
“Argh… whew…!” She gasped. “Wow! You’re… really good at hugging, Maive. Wow. That was… a lot of hug.”
Sofia led the way towards the trees, the five from the beach in tow. “I’m sorry, guys. That was. Yeah. Okay. A lot’s happening. Sorry for getting you all into… whatever the hell this is. And sorry about being all bossy. Truth is, I’ve never even been to the beach... I just got really carried away, and I’ve seen a lot of shows about this… Personally, I really like Lost, but I know that’s an older one, and— oh, Verity! You made a climbing doodad! That’s so good!”
As the group entered the vegetation to grab coconuts, Sofia excused herself in order to climb a nearby fallen trunk and take a look around. As she did so, the observant members of the group noticed something unsettling.
No animal cries. There were seagulls squawking and bugs buzzing just moments before. And yet… The entire area had gone silent. Even the sound of waves lapping against the shore seemed to fade.
Sofia, who was most certainly not observant, called from her position atop the trunk. “Hey, guys! I think I see a spring over there!” She pointed towards the undergrowth.
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