@Dealdric you really need to interact with the posts of other players, and try to not do the one-man-only show
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For the last four, and especially two years. Ive had an assignment in a nonprofit org, but now, now im free! RPing here i come :D
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Making the mistake of wanting to be "reasonable" in SF and Fantasy... not a good idea.
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... I have not been using my account on this site efficiently, time to change that :3
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The others were all beginning to realize what must have been done to them, what must have been done to the whole world, and still continued. Most of them seemed like their new feelings were shining through without any restraint, Dean burning away the wall was quite telling. And he was immediately on the idea of releasing everyone else from the angels control. I'll have to make sure he doesn't do something the rest of us will pay for. Robert thought to himself. He had to find out if he could read their minds, or maybe...
-"FUCK that hurt"-
Robert pushed his minds eye out as fast as he could when he heard Vladimir's cursing. Fucking idiot! He barely had time to notice the makeshift shrapnel flying in his direction. Only managing to lessen their speed, he still felt like someone had thrown the rock pieces at him. The pressure on his mind flared hot and he was forced to draw it close again. Apparently he'd have to keep watch of that guy as well, "true freedom", Dean didn't seem as big an issue after that remark.
-Are you both planning on just rushing there and wreaking havoc? Blowing the place up maybe? Robert said. Walking up beside Dean and Vladimir to look out towards the city. Pushing his awareness out to include them the weight in his head increased like a big rock. What's in your mind! He had no idea if it would work, but hopefully they wouldn't notice either way, both of them seemed to have pretty straight-forward powers. Suddenly Roberts vision went bad, he was seeing double, no, triple. And he could feel himself, in more than one place, and there were taste and smell, and sounds, and fuck, fuck, FUCK! It felt like his head was splitting, he had to rein his awareness in again, but which one was him!
Outwards, it only looked as if Robert Fields had frozen a bit in place, like when one stared at thin air for a moment before waking up again.
-"FUCK that hurt"-
Robert pushed his minds eye out as fast as he could when he heard Vladimir's cursing. Fucking idiot! He barely had time to notice the makeshift shrapnel flying in his direction. Only managing to lessen their speed, he still felt like someone had thrown the rock pieces at him. The pressure on his mind flared hot and he was forced to draw it close again. Apparently he'd have to keep watch of that guy as well, "true freedom", Dean didn't seem as big an issue after that remark.
-Are you both planning on just rushing there and wreaking havoc? Blowing the place up maybe? Robert said. Walking up beside Dean and Vladimir to look out towards the city. Pushing his awareness out to include them the weight in his head increased like a big rock. What's in your mind! He had no idea if it would work, but hopefully they wouldn't notice either way, both of them seemed to have pretty straight-forward powers. Suddenly Roberts vision went bad, he was seeing double, no, triple. And he could feel himself, in more than one place, and there were taste and smell, and sounds, and fuck, fuck, FUCK! It felt like his head was splitting, he had to rein his awareness in again, but which one was him!
Outwards, it only looked as if Robert Fields had frozen a bit in place, like when one stared at thin air for a moment before waking up again.
And more edgy teenagers join the fray...
Oh wait, we are all edgy teenagers xD
Oh wait, we are all edgy teenagers xD
Enormel was happily surprised by the young demon-armed man, maybe he had a brain in that head of his, recognizing one's own mistakes and striving to better them was hard. He could feel something different in the flow of energies surrounding the man, but he didn't have any concentration to spare an that particular trail of thought. Lemrone was squirming inside of the makeshift prison, but it wouldn't be long before he began assimilating all the new energies. And once he was done... Enormel didn't dare think of it.
-"Is the..presence..controlled now?"-
Now how was he to answer that? Telling the truth and saying that Lemrone and himself were in control for as long as the other let them likely wouldn't build any trust between them.
-I'm in control. Thank you for not interfering. Enormel said. He still felt like his every cell was starting to burst, but it getting better would mean Lemrone almost done, so he had to tough it out.
Standing up the sound of frozen grass scattering under his shoes reminded the mage of what he'd done, how was the other man? Taking in the scene around him he saw a man with new eyes... Interesting. His pondering was broken by a loud roar echoing across the forest. A quiet moment where he could rest up was apparently too much to ask for.
-My name is Enormel Fheergast, arcane researcher. I'm hoping you won't think bad of me for ignoring your wall. he said. What he meant soon became apparent as the mage began floating up into the air above the trees.
Looking out around him Enormel could see the tavern, the rumble between the dinosaurs, and something off to one side he wasn't completely sure about. Robots, and something blue. He would be able to go in the complete opposite direction from all of them. I better hurry, at this rate I'll collapse in an hour. he thought. The mental and physical strain from ignoring the pressure inside of him was taking its toll. Enormel could barely feel his hands or feet, and his vision was getting blurry.
-"Is the..presence..controlled now?"-
Now how was he to answer that? Telling the truth and saying that Lemrone and himself were in control for as long as the other let them likely wouldn't build any trust between them.
-I'm in control. Thank you for not interfering. Enormel said. He still felt like his every cell was starting to burst, but it getting better would mean Lemrone almost done, so he had to tough it out.
Standing up the sound of frozen grass scattering under his shoes reminded the mage of what he'd done, how was the other man? Taking in the scene around him he saw a man with new eyes... Interesting. His pondering was broken by a loud roar echoing across the forest. A quiet moment where he could rest up was apparently too much to ask for.
-My name is Enormel Fheergast, arcane researcher. I'm hoping you won't think bad of me for ignoring your wall. he said. What he meant soon became apparent as the mage began floating up into the air above the trees.
Looking out around him Enormel could see the tavern, the rumble between the dinosaurs, and something off to one side he wasn't completely sure about. Robots, and something blue. He would be able to go in the complete opposite direction from all of them. I better hurry, at this rate I'll collapse in an hour. he thought. The mental and physical strain from ignoring the pressure inside of him was taking its toll. Enormel could barely feel his hands or feet, and his vision was getting blurry.
The color scheme of this website leads to a lot of awkward conversations with the people around me
For example: My mom: WHAT IS THAT IS THAT PORN?
Me: *Slaps own face* No it's that story site I was talking to you about.
My mom: well it looked like porn.
This is when you realize that your mom knows too much about porn-sites
@Dealdric I really have to ask, you are aware that the scene your character is watching happened some time ago, and that the situation is completely different now?
Finally back from camp and able to RP.
Another message.
READ THE GM-POSTS IC.
shit will start happening to people, and when you add stuff without talking with me or Jest about it... bad things can happen, or just make us really pissed.
Another message.
READ THE GM-POSTS IC.
shit will start happening to people, and when you add stuff without talking with me or Jest about it... bad things can happen, or just make us really pissed.
The Lizard could move, swiftly dealing with the two guards standing inside the merchant airlock. Tserv could appreciate the restraint that had to go into only knocking them out, following their captains orders. There was discipline in the man... and none in the others. The knight among them managed to land in the face of the guard knocked out against the wall with his shield before charging ahead. Conrad ran off on his own. His group B comrade went out in the hallway only to get shot at. The slime-thing disappeared into a vent. And the guy with the moving armor went the same way as their knight, weapons pouring away, the Nhliki soldier only hoped they were at least trying to take prisoners.
He walked out from the airlock and placed himself ahead of Ranna as she mentioned her inexperience. It did surprisingly not annoy him as much as it would have, but he could see the senseless mess left by the knight and their man/robot team. He could hear them off to some hallway... It sounded like they were arguing, kids. Straining his ears he heard more firing in another direction.
-You said you were scanning the ship Ranna? Tell me when to turn and I'll lead the way. he said. The smaller corridors of the merchant ship made the more than 10 feet tall Nhliki soldier hunch down, towering over the young woman. His suit made it look almost comical, until he unholstered two of the plasma-rifles from his back, took them in his lower arms and began walking straight ahead on the remaining four limbs, going past Gold like a big fourlegged spider. The partly cybernetic tail had been reestablished as a part of him and was now hovering just above his head, ready to strike out.
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The argument between Rama and William had given a group of merchants time to amass just around a corner, unleashing hell upon them as they got in sight, not proper soldiers or guards their fire would be unfocused, but when there are 11 plasma-rifles firing towards you in a tiny corridor you either duck or get ducked.
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Meta's path towards the engine-room attracted most of the attention, and more and more fire barraged its armor, along with the occasional explosion from crew no longer caring about their ship. Following behind it was a fools errand, as it couldn't deal with every new enemy, leaving many to appear behind it. Before long circuits began melting inside it from the excess heat radiating through the armor of the robot, systems failing or overloading, the suit was on the road towards a big heap of scrap.
He walked out from the airlock and placed himself ahead of Ranna as she mentioned her inexperience. It did surprisingly not annoy him as much as it would have, but he could see the senseless mess left by the knight and their man/robot team. He could hear them off to some hallway... It sounded like they were arguing, kids. Straining his ears he heard more firing in another direction.
-You said you were scanning the ship Ranna? Tell me when to turn and I'll lead the way. he said. The smaller corridors of the merchant ship made the more than 10 feet tall Nhliki soldier hunch down, towering over the young woman. His suit made it look almost comical, until he unholstered two of the plasma-rifles from his back, took them in his lower arms and began walking straight ahead on the remaining four limbs, going past Gold like a big fourlegged spider. The partly cybernetic tail had been reestablished as a part of him and was now hovering just above his head, ready to strike out.
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The argument between Rama and William had given a group of merchants time to amass just around a corner, unleashing hell upon them as they got in sight, not proper soldiers or guards their fire would be unfocused, but when there are 11 plasma-rifles firing towards you in a tiny corridor you either duck or get ducked.
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Meta's path towards the engine-room attracted most of the attention, and more and more fire barraged its armor, along with the occasional explosion from crew no longer caring about their ship. Following behind it was a fools errand, as it couldn't deal with every new enemy, leaving many to appear behind it. Before long circuits began melting inside it from the excess heat radiating through the armor of the robot, systems failing or overloading, the suit was on the road towards a big heap of scrap.
Some of the others were waking up, checking to see if anyone else was ok. Obviously everyone who touched the corpse were, but those that didn't were already dead from the fall or burnt away. Fantastical phenomena appearing around or within some of them, the waking ones, whether it was noticable or not. Robert could feel it, he could feel everything if he focused. A weight pushing down on him, harder and harder the more he tried to sense his surroundings. The world resisted him, pushed his awareness back. The pain from the voice was nothing against this, the slowly growing pounding behind his eyes.
He could relinquish the pain, he could let go of the surroundings.
Never
Everything had been by design, their very lives fated and without any chance. They had been mindless puppets. Never again. If he let go they might creep in again, he could not let that happen. He was himself, and he would die sooner than being controlled again.
He drew his minds eye close, barely a feet around himself, the pounding didn't subside, but it stopped growing. get up
The boy didn't stand up, he simply rose up from the ground, as if a rope was pulling him up. It hurt, it crushed him within his own mind. But he damn well felt it, he did it out of his own fucking choice. Looking around he glanced over everyone else, what did he think of them, what did he feel about them? He didn't know, but he was going to find out, and he was going to keep watch, he was going to decide.
-I'm fine, and yes, Dean's hands were burning, are you ok Dean?. he said.
He could relinquish the pain, he could let go of the surroundings.
Never
Everything had been by design, their very lives fated and without any chance. They had been mindless puppets. Never again. If he let go they might creep in again, he could not let that happen. He was himself, and he would die sooner than being controlled again.
He drew his minds eye close, barely a feet around himself, the pounding didn't subside, but it stopped growing. get up
The boy didn't stand up, he simply rose up from the ground, as if a rope was pulling him up. It hurt, it crushed him within his own mind. But he damn well felt it, he did it out of his own fucking choice. Looking around he glanced over everyone else, what did he think of them, what did he feel about them? He didn't know, but he was going to find out, and he was going to keep watch, he was going to decide.
-I'm fine, and yes, Dean's hands were burning, are you ok Dean?. he said.
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