You know I'm just noticing... Is your avatar a dancing Yami, sans pants?? Did he banish his pants to the Shadow Realm?
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folk horror/occult fans: somewhere I saw the label "loup gyaru" and that's either a typo, or an anime werewolf romcom that has a solid chance at being really funny. Like if you agree with the latter
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folk horror/occult fans: somewhere I saw the label "loup gyaru" and that's either a typo, or an anime werewolf romcom that has a solid chance at being really funny. Like if you agree with the latter
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the eternal struggle; RP Edition: None of the ideas going around interest me. My own ideas *only* interest me (mostly; some of y'all are cooler than you get credit for).
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*no longer
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I am longer RickyG; Toad King was something my son called me when he was, like, 3, as a compliment. I was sitting on a stoop between some little toad statues or something, he thought it was cool.
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It's too hot today -_-U
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Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can see them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
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I'm fine with modern, just because it's a setting I'm most comfortable with.
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cool, I look forward to seeing what you come up with more solidly for the setting; how the monsters organize and operate. I hope this picks up, and you get to do this!
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so... The Dark Universe, if it was more like Game of Thrones? regardless, I might be interested to take on a role and see if I have what it takes to claim Castlevania for myself :P I have to ask: it seems well implied, but do the monsters mostly keep hidden from the mortal world? What's the time period, precisely?
Rusty anxiously put a hand over the mark on his neck, pretending he was just rubbing it, "Now that you mention it, I had some 'is this just special prison' concerns. N-not that I've, you know, done anything, I-I'mnotacriminal."
He hesitated, but went with the flow, "And since I got us all sharing, I, uh, I got blue crab..."
The big man especially made him nervous, and he felt like the odd one out; many of the others did, honestly, even though he consciously knew better by now as he unconsciously comforted himself by inching into a space between a wall and a bit of furniture, like it was safer, somehow. the others seemed to be taking this in a stride, and some of them seemed to know more about the situation than the rest of the group did... He kind of resented that, a bit, considering he might not have embarrassed himself panicking if he'd been as informed.
He hesitated, but went with the flow, "And since I got us all sharing, I, uh, I got blue crab..."
The big man especially made him nervous, and he felt like the odd one out; many of the others did, honestly, even though he consciously knew better by now as he unconsciously comforted himself by inching into a space between a wall and a bit of furniture, like it was safer, somehow. the others seemed to be taking this in a stride, and some of them seemed to know more about the situation than the rest of the group did... He kind of resented that, a bit, considering he might not have embarrassed himself panicking if he'd been as informed.
Hmmm... an improv heavy story, eh? I think I like the sound of it
Brand pounded at the door, getting irritated. “Come on, if you won’t keep a listed phone number, at least answer your door!” He didn’t like the look of this place. He’d busted into places like this, but based on his file with the local police, at least this ‘Ozzie’ character wasn’t the sort to have dogs, or traps.
After a moment of silence, he began pounding a fifth time, and shouted, “Mr. Shaw? Please, if you’re home, you’re not under arrest, but I need to talk to you; this is Agent Brand, with the FBI! We-” He glanced when he noticed someone, a local, he figured, walking by and just shaking their head as they watched him, seeing them mouth the words, ‘fuckin’ stoners..’ “We met briefly yesterday evening, do you remember? Mr. Shaw, it’s urgent that I speak to you, and as soon as possible!”
At the crime scene, MacPherson was talking with the deputy, behind the tape, but his back to the body. “I agree, Deputy, this looks a lot like those missing animals and cattle, but, I'm not so sure this is an animal, now…”
“So, you agree with Mr. Fancy-Pants, now?”
“There’s no need to be hostile, deputy; he’s been nothing but professional, here.
"Evidence thus far does not point to a mere animal attack, Deputy. I may not be a wildlife expert, but I know how to read toxicology reports, and there is nothing in this area that is both possessed of ‘necrotoxin’ venom, and capable of doing… That… to a dog, nevermind anything like this…”
“So, you think, what? Some kind of sicko? A serial killer, here, in Nowhere?”
MacPherson raised an eyebrow, “You pay me a great compliment, Deputy, to think I’m such an expert, but, no; I think this is more inline with my actual skill set. I think what we’re looking at is certainly a deranged mind, but directed in the interest of their own imagination- a hoax, a dark sense of humor that’s gotten… Out of hand. Still, you should intensify safety measures; maintain the curfew, of course, but nobody should go anywhere alone, this-” He nodded to the crime scene, “Represents a radical shift; the killer, for lack of a better word, has broken away from the primary affected area, that’s why we couldn’t find anything during our stake out at the McColm place! The culprit knew better than to be where they’d already drawn too much attention.”
The deputy tried to keep his cool, but was very nervous, and trying to calm himself as he replied, “Well, that’s good, right? It sounds like, uh, we spooked ‘em?”
Another nod to the crime scene, “Does that look anything like the work of a prankster who’s feeling discouraged? If anything this is worse; good god, man, it’s a radical escalation! We can’t prove who or what chased the McColm girl into the river, but this is absolutely our culprit’s work! This could happen anywhere, now, to anyone!” He was raising his voice now, “And frankly I’m getting a little tired of your attitude, it-” He glanced up, having caught a glimpse of something on the roof, was that… That red head he saw with Brand, last night? “… It’s enough to consider filing a complaint.” Some people in crime scene gear showed up, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, the experts are here, I’m sure you won’t mind if I go and do what I can to be helpful. Let me know if you come up with suspects.” And with that, he began to walk away.
“Any other brilliant suggestions, big shot, private eye?” The deputy was being defensive, his pride wounded, perhaps.
MacPherson didn’t let it get to him, glancing toward the rooftop again, “Road blocks.”
“Road Blocks?”
“Yes. Nobody without a badge get’s in, or out of town, that’s my recommendation at this point.”
At the diner, Old Man McColm stood next to Johnny, greeting him. “Top o’the mornin’, boyo. I appreciate your willin’ness to help me, and it means a lot that you believe me- say, where’s your friend? The native boy?” He looked at the door when the bell rang, seeing Sid walk in and flagged him down. "Ah, over here, you just made it!"
After a moment of silence, he began pounding a fifth time, and shouted, “Mr. Shaw? Please, if you’re home, you’re not under arrest, but I need to talk to you; this is Agent Brand, with the FBI! We-” He glanced when he noticed someone, a local, he figured, walking by and just shaking their head as they watched him, seeing them mouth the words, ‘fuckin’ stoners..’ “We met briefly yesterday evening, do you remember? Mr. Shaw, it’s urgent that I speak to you, and as soon as possible!”
At the crime scene, MacPherson was talking with the deputy, behind the tape, but his back to the body. “I agree, Deputy, this looks a lot like those missing animals and cattle, but, I'm not so sure this is an animal, now…”
“So, you agree with Mr. Fancy-Pants, now?”
“There’s no need to be hostile, deputy; he’s been nothing but professional, here.
"Evidence thus far does not point to a mere animal attack, Deputy. I may not be a wildlife expert, but I know how to read toxicology reports, and there is nothing in this area that is both possessed of ‘necrotoxin’ venom, and capable of doing… That… to a dog, nevermind anything like this…”
“So, you think, what? Some kind of sicko? A serial killer, here, in Nowhere?”
MacPherson raised an eyebrow, “You pay me a great compliment, Deputy, to think I’m such an expert, but, no; I think this is more inline with my actual skill set. I think what we’re looking at is certainly a deranged mind, but directed in the interest of their own imagination- a hoax, a dark sense of humor that’s gotten… Out of hand. Still, you should intensify safety measures; maintain the curfew, of course, but nobody should go anywhere alone, this-” He nodded to the crime scene, “Represents a radical shift; the killer, for lack of a better word, has broken away from the primary affected area, that’s why we couldn’t find anything during our stake out at the McColm place! The culprit knew better than to be where they’d already drawn too much attention.”
The deputy tried to keep his cool, but was very nervous, and trying to calm himself as he replied, “Well, that’s good, right? It sounds like, uh, we spooked ‘em?”
Another nod to the crime scene, “Does that look anything like the work of a prankster who’s feeling discouraged? If anything this is worse; good god, man, it’s a radical escalation! We can’t prove who or what chased the McColm girl into the river, but this is absolutely our culprit’s work! This could happen anywhere, now, to anyone!” He was raising his voice now, “And frankly I’m getting a little tired of your attitude, it-” He glanced up, having caught a glimpse of something on the roof, was that… That red head he saw with Brand, last night? “… It’s enough to consider filing a complaint.” Some people in crime scene gear showed up, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, the experts are here, I’m sure you won’t mind if I go and do what I can to be helpful. Let me know if you come up with suspects.” And with that, he began to walk away.
“Any other brilliant suggestions, big shot, private eye?” The deputy was being defensive, his pride wounded, perhaps.
MacPherson didn’t let it get to him, glancing toward the rooftop again, “Road blocks.”
“Road Blocks?”
“Yes. Nobody without a badge get’s in, or out of town, that’s my recommendation at this point.”
At the diner, Old Man McColm stood next to Johnny, greeting him. “Top o’the mornin’, boyo. I appreciate your willin’ness to help me, and it means a lot that you believe me- say, where’s your friend? The native boy?” He looked at the door when the bell rang, seeing Sid walk in and flagged him down. "Ah, over here, you just made it!"
btw, everybody get's awarded an additional point to their Odds; you might be needing them soon >:)
... That, and I wanted to remind you all that the mechanic was still there and served a purpose
... That, and I wanted to remind you all that the mechanic was still there and served a purpose
He peaked out from under the blanket, "Uh, I'm not sure I understand the question?" He stared at her shirt for a moment, "So, you're #002, huh? What'd they put in you? Or the rest of you, for that matter? I understand they're throwing a whole aquarium of dna into this project, hard as that is to believe..."
Without thinking he made a mental note, quickly deciding #002 wasn't a threat- the others, they gave him a bad feeling. A moment and he was asking himself why, but he couldn't put it into words.
Without thinking he made a mental note, quickly deciding #002 wasn't a threat- the others, they gave him a bad feeling. A moment and he was asking himself why, but he couldn't put it into words.
Dustin woke up in a tank full of sea water. He was confused at first, when he realized he was breathing sea water, and not dying! In fact, he felt fairly comfortable-
Hey, I'm not dead! They- they told the truth!
He laughed as best he could as the water started to drain, but once he began to settle and support his own weight, he started to feel... Not quite pain, but more than mere discomfort. He hurt all over, and was feeling stiff, as if he'd been cramping all over, especially his feet and hands. He must have looked odd, grimacing and laughing at the same time, while coughing up sea water.
He could feel the difference inside his lungs, now, of breathing strictly gaseous atmosphere, and frankly, he wanted to get back in the water. Dry- too dry he kept thinking to himself, and I'm exposed, it's too bright out. Ugh, I just want to curl up under a blanket or and wait until it's dark or something..
The tank opened up, and he cautiously crept out. "Glad to see you up and about, Mr. waters." He jumped, turning to face the scientist, crying out briefly as he did, and throwing his arms out to his sides. He lowered his arms as he calmed down, and the scientist raised an eyebrow. "And that you... Were... In better spirits, since undergoing the procedure. How do you feel?"
"Well, besides you damn near giving me a second heart attack- dick move, by the way- I'm glad to not be dead, but I kind of... Hurt all over, man.. Is that normal? Anybody else feeling like they're outgrowing their own skin?"
The scientist didn't respond, but took notes. "Hm. Could you be more specific?"
Rusty heaved a sigh, "Um... I have a feeling all over, like... like the soreness you feel, recovering from a really bad sunburn? All over, man." He gestured to his whole body.
"Interesting... Anything else?"
"Yeah, my hands and feet hurt, like, I've been having really bad cramps or something."
"Hm... Well, I'm sure you'll be alright; this doesn't sound too serious, but, do let us know it it gets any worse, or new issues come up. We'll be keeping an eye on you, in any case. I'm sure you're feeling cold, we've got something warmer for you."
an assistant handed him the sweat suit, and he grimaced and groaned the whole time getting into it. Across his chest was "Subject #003".
He was getting more anxious as they stood there. "Can we... Can we get me somewhere not so wide open, already?"
Another curious look from the scientist, "Mr. Waters, do experience 'agorophobia'? something like that would have been useful to include in your psychological profile, beforehand-"
"-I don't need a shrink, just get me out of this room, ok!?"
The scientist smirked, and remarked sarcastically, "Oh, getting agitated? None of you have done that, yet." He gave a little laugh to himself, "Try to relax, Subject #003; my assistant will lead you to the common room, and your living quarters. No need to be..." He gave a grin, " 'Crabby'."
What? Oh, right; they hadn't lied, after all- I'm part Blue Crab, now. "Ugh, screw you, man." With that, he followed the assistant to his room, first.
He had a look in a mirror, and heaved a sigh examining the side of his neck. Yep. Still there. He was talking about the tattoo that had been involuntarily applied, to mark him as a prisoner that wasn't getting out. Maybe I can ask them to remove it? He picked up a blanket from his cot, wrapping in it. He started to relax, feeling cozy, and glad the barcode was hidden, now. He decided to go spend some time in the common room, and maybe meet some of the others?
Upon entering the common room, though, he started to feel anxious again, and instead walked over to sit in a darker corner, takign a furniture cushion with him, more or less hiding under the blanket and sitting on the cushion. He spoke out, muffled, "... Hi, I'm #003, apparently, nice to meet you all... Call me Rusty, or don't. Whatever."
Hey, I'm not dead! They- they told the truth!
He laughed as best he could as the water started to drain, but once he began to settle and support his own weight, he started to feel... Not quite pain, but more than mere discomfort. He hurt all over, and was feeling stiff, as if he'd been cramping all over, especially his feet and hands. He must have looked odd, grimacing and laughing at the same time, while coughing up sea water.
He could feel the difference inside his lungs, now, of breathing strictly gaseous atmosphere, and frankly, he wanted to get back in the water. Dry- too dry he kept thinking to himself, and I'm exposed, it's too bright out. Ugh, I just want to curl up under a blanket or and wait until it's dark or something..
The tank opened up, and he cautiously crept out. "Glad to see you up and about, Mr. waters." He jumped, turning to face the scientist, crying out briefly as he did, and throwing his arms out to his sides. He lowered his arms as he calmed down, and the scientist raised an eyebrow. "And that you... Were... In better spirits, since undergoing the procedure. How do you feel?"
"Well, besides you damn near giving me a second heart attack- dick move, by the way- I'm glad to not be dead, but I kind of... Hurt all over, man.. Is that normal? Anybody else feeling like they're outgrowing their own skin?"
The scientist didn't respond, but took notes. "Hm. Could you be more specific?"
Rusty heaved a sigh, "Um... I have a feeling all over, like... like the soreness you feel, recovering from a really bad sunburn? All over, man." He gestured to his whole body.
"Interesting... Anything else?"
"Yeah, my hands and feet hurt, like, I've been having really bad cramps or something."
"Hm... Well, I'm sure you'll be alright; this doesn't sound too serious, but, do let us know it it gets any worse, or new issues come up. We'll be keeping an eye on you, in any case. I'm sure you're feeling cold, we've got something warmer for you."
an assistant handed him the sweat suit, and he grimaced and groaned the whole time getting into it. Across his chest was "Subject #003".
He was getting more anxious as they stood there. "Can we... Can we get me somewhere not so wide open, already?"
Another curious look from the scientist, "Mr. Waters, do experience 'agorophobia'? something like that would have been useful to include in your psychological profile, beforehand-"
"-I don't need a shrink, just get me out of this room, ok!?"
The scientist smirked, and remarked sarcastically, "Oh, getting agitated? None of you have done that, yet." He gave a little laugh to himself, "Try to relax, Subject #003; my assistant will lead you to the common room, and your living quarters. No need to be..." He gave a grin, " 'Crabby'."
What? Oh, right; they hadn't lied, after all- I'm part Blue Crab, now. "Ugh, screw you, man." With that, he followed the assistant to his room, first.
He had a look in a mirror, and heaved a sigh examining the side of his neck. Yep. Still there. He was talking about the tattoo that had been involuntarily applied, to mark him as a prisoner that wasn't getting out. Maybe I can ask them to remove it? He picked up a blanket from his cot, wrapping in it. He started to relax, feeling cozy, and glad the barcode was hidden, now. He decided to go spend some time in the common room, and maybe meet some of the others?
Upon entering the common room, though, he started to feel anxious again, and instead walked over to sit in a darker corner, takign a furniture cushion with him, more or less hiding under the blanket and sitting on the cushion. He spoke out, muffled, "... Hi, I'm #003, apparently, nice to meet you all... Call me Rusty, or don't. Whatever."
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