Vertigo

星空 不朽 | Hoshizora Everlasting

Ah, damn... I'll be sad to see this go, and if you ever wanna reboot it, I'll likely be back again if allowed!

Hyrule's Civil War (Zelda RP)

So I'll be back in less than a week and kinda wanna figure out what rps are still ongoing.

Is... This one still alive? I hope I didn't kill it with my rushed post.

Pokemon: Life [Always Open]

Was playing around with an idea for a Fire Gym Leader in his 40s, based in Cinnabar. My only concern is how much gym leaders are able to move about to interact with other characters, considering they must spend a lot of time stationary to wait for challengers. I guess there's always excuses like research trips or the like, but yeah.

Either way, still thinking about it! Won't be able to work on a character until I'm back next week though.

Also, I'm not terribly knowledgeable on Sun and Moon, but... Icly, if you catch an Alolan Vulpix and bring it to Kanto, will it turn to a regular Vulpix? Or stay as it is? Because I was thinking he'd have one.

Edit: Dang, almost all the characters so far are trainers or gym leaders though... Kind of makes me want to make a Pokemart clerk or something, haha.

The Redwatch

Oh man, definitely interested! Won't be able to work on a character until I'm back from vacation (in over a week) though. But if spots are still open by then, I'm in.

星空 不朽 | Hoshizora Everlasting

Welp, missed this when doing my posts yesterday. Er, I'm still in, but the next time I'll be able to write a post will be sometime after the 22nd.

Just assume that Cyril scurried off once law enforcement arrived - that would've been the gist of my post anyway. If he needs to be present for something for plot purposes, just assume he was. I can fill in the blanks when returning if needed.

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

Posted! Since I'll be away for a while, I didn't want to leave her in the middle of interactions and make people wait. You can assume she'll be off investigating on her own (with the chicken) until I'm back on the 23rd!

Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)

A E L I N O R K I A N D A L L

Unknown Town
Midnight
Interacting with: @That1Guy, @ShwiggityShwah, also briefly @Fetzen

The longer Eli listened to silence, the more she feared she'd gone deaf. The only things that kept her sane were the occasional crackle of the torch and the rapid breathing of one of the younger girls behind her. Without those tiny fragments of sound, the darkness of the house was soundless and dead. And yet, every long shadow looked very much alive, long claws extended towards her.

Ever so carefully, Eli dared another step in - and as she did, the world exploded with sound. It was metallic and loud, stealing away her breath and scaring some of the other kids into scrambling backwards in terror. Eli would've likely been among them, had everything she'd ever been taught of animals told her otherwise.

Instead, eyes darting, heart aflame and arms trembling, she drew her bow and pointed the top of her arrow into darkness. In her panic she squinted, struggling to see. Movement, an outline, light, anything, anything, anything she could shoot at, before it--

"Surprise I guess, look what I found."

Eli spun around wildly, only to find herself blinded by the sudden light source next to her. One of the younger girls stood in the doorway, tiny flames hugging her form, and her form hugging a--- chicken?

"Spark," she believed that was her name - it wasn't difficult to remember, in truth. How could Eli forget a girl who burned, when the sight of her still made her stomach churn? "This isn't the time t--"

Another new face entered just then, filling the entirety of the doorway with his frame. The floor creaked, and Eli took an instinctive step further away. Who was--- where had he---?

The chicken clucked again, louder - this time in warning.

The second Aelinor was reminded of the loud sound she'd heard, there was another. Louder, but more unnervingly, human. It was a scream, and Eli reacted to it by instinct. She spun around, drew her bow and released an arrow.

It was only after that she realized she knew the voice who'd screamed.

Luckily for the other, the arrow had whizzed by the moment the naga had dipped low to the ground. Not that Eli was aware of that. She held her breath in terror, staring after her arrow and begging to hear Angel talk again to signal she wasn't dead.

She did, thank the Goddess. She was talking to someone - and judging by her words, Eli hadn't been the only one startled out of her wits just now.

She sighed. At this rate, she would start growing grey hair at the tender age of twenty four.

"I'll... leave this house to you." she said to no one and everyone, lowering her weapon and stepping out of the house before her heart could stop the third time. She tried very hard not to hold her chest. It felt like her heart was gonna bust through it, but she knew it would not. "I can take the chicken. Go see what's inside."

She might've not had many an opportunity to talk to chickens as of late, but her understanding of birds was better than that of other animals. Perhaps she could turn the chicken into a guide.

And a distraction, if things came down to it.

Hyrule's Civil War (Zelda RP)

Posted! I left everything really vague, because I didn't want to step on any toes. It's super rushed, too, but I've only a little while to post everywhere before I need to sleep and leave for the trip orz

Essentially, the plan was something like---

Distract king and guards with mob -> isolate king -> Telma shoots his horse in the chaos -> Nadijah strikes him when he's still on his back on the ground.

Details can be added in as you wish.

Hyrule's Civil War (Zelda RP)

N A D I J A H

Slums
Green District, Castle Town

Nadijah was no longer aware of the rain.

If droplets still reached her skin, she was completely unaware of it. Her heart was ablaze with anticipation, pumping fire into her veins and igniting her blood like oil. It was a familiar, comforting feeling, and it made the concept of cold feel distant and foreign. She felt hot in her soaked cloak. She wanted to be rid of it.

She'd need to be rid of him first.

Every second felt like an eternity ticking by, until a horn at the gate heralded the king's arrival. He was not difficult to spot once he rode close - and once the Gerudo's gaze landed upon him, nothing else mattered. He was a mountain of armour on horseback, sticking out from his entourage like a deep shadow cast on desert sand. An arrow would do him no harm, so Nadijah did not reach for quiver and bow. Just as well; a death delivered by a blade was more satisfying, anyhow.

His horse would go first, as they'd agreed. It would be a fitting end, truly; the king would fall off his horse as he would fall off grace. She'd be upon him in an instant, and her blade would ensure he never rose again. Such was the fate of cravens who relied on armour; it was their own metallic cowardice that slowed them an dragged them down, all the way to the pits of their own grave.

Nadijah's muscles tensed in anticipation as he drew nearer. She could hear the mob's approach, and so could the King and King's; they turned at the sound - distracted. In an instant the mob was upon them, the king separated from his guards by pitchforks, swords and shovels. Somewhere nearby, Telma was readying her bow. She could not blink now, or she'd miss it.

The king's horse cried out.

Nadijah leapt, blade drawn and heart aflame.

Hidden In The Forest (Closed)

D U N C A N S T E W A R T

Pukaskwa National Park, campgrounds
Monday afternoon
Interacting with: pretty much everyone

Oh man. Poor Sammy was practically turning red.

Duncan grinned openly at the reaction, all the more convinced that he hadn't been far off with his speculation. Yeah, yeah, flustering people was bad and all, but he couldn't really help himself sometimes. Poor kid was just too much fun to mess with.

It didn't take long for Rob to pull up and complete the gang. Dude had a pretty nice ride, Duncan had to admit - but in his very humble opinion, it didn't hold a candle to his own. He acknowledged the other with a quick nod and a greeting, then turned to match Vera's chuckle with one of his own.

"Hey, depends on what you'd pay me with. Wouldn't be insulted by a kiss, y'know." unnecessarily proud over his corny line, Duncan gave her a wink for good measure. All in good fun. He let out another chuckle, then raised his hands in the air as if in surrender. "But alright, I hear you ladies. You handle your stuff, I'll be right back."

He gave a quick wave and jogged the short distance to his car, pulling out two backbags - one stuffed to the utmost prim. One had his camping equipment, one everything you needed for a party. It wasn't difficult to guess which was which.

Duncan returned with the bags in tow just in time for a moment collective shock. Two rapid gunshots rung out from somewhere deeper within the woods, thrusting the entire group into silence. Gianna and Sammy seemed particularly tense, but Duncan just cocked a brow. Was there a shooting range nearby or something? Or was that some hunter messing up his shot? Whatever, it was far, not that unusual, and Dunk was comfortable just shrugging it ff.

Coincidentally, Sammy's suggestion earned another shrug - though this one much smaller and much more awkward. Sammy was a nice kid, even if his ideas weren't the most exciting.

"Fishing?" The Dunk shifted his weight from one leg to another as if weighing his options. He really wasn't into fishing. Far as he was concerned, it was something old men did when they had to kill time before time killed them. Maybe at sixty, he'd give it a go. At sixteen? Hell no.

"Sorry, pass." he announced with a raised hand, trying to sound as neutral about it as he could. He didn't wanna rain on anyone's parade. Gianna's suggestion, on the other hand, he could definitely get behind. He gave a nod in her general direction, excited grin forming. "Now swimming? I'm down."

And if some others weren't, well - he could always accidentally 'trip' and push 'em in. For their own good, you know. Someone had to be making sure people were having fun around here.

Already excited, the tall youth was just about to take off towards water-- when he quickly realized they were supposed to do something else first.

"Oh-- the tents first though, right?" he turned back around, gaze scanning over the assorted bags and bins and baskets until his eyes caught a promising label. Not one to wait for instructions, he dropped to his knees, unwrapped the tent and got right into setting it up.

Or, rather, turning it around in his hands, sticking his head inside and trying to figure out which part belonged where before he accidentally suffocated himself with the damn thing. He lasted for about a minute. "... Yeah. Sammy, I might need some, uh, moral support here."