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STATUS: Consider PMing me if you're into anime, baseball, and anime baseball. I got something I'd like opinions on. 28 days ago
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Consider PMing me if you're into anime, baseball, and anime baseball. I got something I'd like opinions on.
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Man, watching the FF FanFest cosplay presentation really makes me want to get back into cosplay myself...!
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idk why but lately I've been kind of hankering for a sports anime-type RP...
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Bad times don't last, but bad bitches do!
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Hello! I'm Yankee.
I'm usually down for pretty much anything: action, adventure, romance, horror, taboo, comedy, smut, gore, slice-of-life, etc.
I like cute, fun stories just as much as dark, gross, traumatic stories. I love fluff and whump in equal measure (well... maybe whump a lil more)
I enjoy creating original characters for RP, but I get as much enjoyment writing as canon characters in fandom-based games!
On that note I like comic books, cartoons, and videogames. I'm also very into cosplay and art!
I am a very slow writer, so my preferred posting pace is once per week or less. I usually post on weekends.
I like to have fun while writing, so I prefer relaxed partners who don't take things too seriously.
Remember: fiction =/= reality.
Feel free to PM me if you like,
however I do not check PMs immediately. Might take me a day or two... or ten to get back to you.
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Oooh I see, thank you I'll go with your suggestion!
"Nice. Only took, what, two years? Two years to hit backspace and type eight letters."
The voice was muffled slightly by the speaker's face being smushed into their pillow. Rhiannon had been awake for a while, but laying in bed dozing before they actually had to get up was a true pleasure. Technically she did not have to start work at any particular hour and doubted that they'd lose their job if, realistically, they didn't hit the fields until well into the afternoon (at least not for another few years of digital paperwork being pushed through), but she wasn't that kind of person. Most of the time. She lifted her head from the pillow.
"Thanks Holiday."
She rolled over, swung her legs out over the side of mattress, and dug around in a pile of clean clothes until they pulled out their threads for the day. Dark leggings, a slightly oversized sweater in beige, and one of those triangular shawls in neutral color and pattern. Of course after dressing they quickly flopped back onto the bed, snatching their personal communicator -little better than the smartphones from back in the day- to see if they'd missed any direct messages overnight. Then they pulled up the dome map, checking the spot Holiday had marked with a hum.
It could be hard to tell when animals were sick, but Rhiannon had a feeling that this particular cow (which did not have an official name but who Rhiannon had dubbed Moonica) had been growing lethargic. It was literally their job to keep track of stuff like this after all, so she wasn't surprised at the news that Moonica had developed a fever. She'd recently asked Yingxue to rev up whatever the medicinal equivalent of a fryer was, so she also wouldn't be surprised if the doctor was already finished. Or, if the woman had tuned Rhiannon out again, she'd at least probably be working on it after Holiday's announcement.
After the device slipped from Rhiannon's fingers and smacked them in the face it was about time to actually get a move on. She stepped out from the bedroom into a small living space with a slapped together kitchenette on one side, then through the door in that room directly down a short flight of wooden stairs. Then she was outdoors, walking through the green grass in a pair of boots.
Rhiannon had lived in the apartment complex that was built on one side of the Dome for her first few months there, until she found that one of the barns had a pretty spacious second floor and no real need for storage up there at least until the lunar station was more populated. There were three more of these structures at each pole of the grazing ring that circled the dome, but so far there was only one that Rhiannon had made her own space in. It was way bigger than the apartments, and when she couldn't even shoot the shit with her co-workers there it made living in a barn seem a lot more appealing. They liked the kind of rustic feel to it too, and after some decorating over time it became quite the cozy living space.
Eventually they'd get to the other barns too and have different rooms in different styles for when she was feeling a change, or maybe someone else might appreciate having a cool place that smelled like sawdust and grass all the time.
Rhiannon strolled through the area at a leisurely pace, turning their face up towards the light. She made a beeline for the half of the herd that Moonica was part of. It was normally split into two or more groups because the number of animals they needed to sustain all ten lunar domes was pretty high, plus they had to keep some of the bulls separate, keep the pregnant animals in more stable areas, and blah blah blah.
Actually Rhiannon had gradually started to become interested in minutiae like that even if it had started off with her learning on the job, but her internal monologue was defaulting to blah blah blah that morning. Probably because they'd forgotten to make coffee before leaving. Dammit!
"Awww, you not feeling so good, girl?" Rhiannon cooed to Moonica when they'd arrived, petting the animal on the head. It was laying down in the grass, blinking big brown eyes at its caretaker. Though the fever and lethargy were most likely caused by the contaminated grass, they shouldn't actually rule out that Moonica had contracted something that could spread, or that other cows would start getting sick too if they ate from the same patch. So quarantine it was, for now.
"Alright, get up," they said, patting the bovine on the rear until it finally stood. Then she steered it towards one of the many structures on the rim of the grazing ring that were meant for this kind of thing. Stables of various sizes with an equal variety of equipment kept handy. "Gonna have stick a thermometer in your ass, but then you'll be chilling all day, 'kay?"
Rhiannon muttered something like 'getting more action than me' and got the animal situated. As she worked she snapped her fingers at a hovering drone to summon it over.
"Holiday~ make sure your little robo-shepherds avoid the bad spot," they said. Sometimes she liked to act as shepherd herself, but there was little need when the automated system was fully capable of it. They'd be surprised if it wasn't already blocked off though, normally the head honcho was--
Right on cue, the voice of Dr. Kaplan blared out of the drone. Rhiannon slowly tilted her head back as if the volume alone was pushing against them, mostly for their own amusement. "Heh, Isaac is piiiiissed~" she sing-songed to Moonica, though the cow did little besides snort.
Pulling out the phone-like communicator, which really was basically just a phone and will henceforth be referred to as such, Rhiannon sent two messages:
It was a little game to see how long they could go communicating with Dr. Kaplan just using emoji before he got too frustrated and came to complain to Rhiannon in person. Which was pretty much the only time he would make for her, so it was kinda nice. Maybe a little weird, actually, that Rhiannon enjoyed those sessions of being chewed out over no in person interaction at all. And though it had been three years Rhiannon still found it hard to get a real sense of who Yingxue was beneath her work persona, if one could even call it that, but acting overly casual had never steered Rhiannon wrong before. With Yingxue at least. It very much had before, on Earth and beyond.
Rhiannon began to hum again as they cared for Moonica, idly thinking of what they'd have to do next. Visual inspection of the other members of this part of the herd, probably visit the lab for the antibiotics (in which case maybe bringing a cow pie would actually be funny), couldn't forget the twice daily chicken check...
"Hmm?"
Wiping Moonica down had just been something Rhiannon did to ease some of the discomfort of the fever, and to get rid of the soil on her legs - and yeah, there definitely was a leak if the cows had actually been stepping in oil - but they noticed a strange wound on Moonica's hind leg. Rhiannon tipped their head. It probably wasn't caused by a bull's horns. Maybe some of the cows had gotten rowdy and a hoof had scraped her? Although it sort of looked like claw or teeth marks... which was impossible because cows did not have sharp teeth or claws. Rhiannon also found it very unlikely that a chicken had found its way over here and gone berserk enough to attack Moonica with its talons.
Rhiannon scratched the side of her head. Typed out another message.
Then stood up from crouching and turned to look at the other cows out in the pasture. Their brows furrowed slightly. With Moonica attended to and resting in their stable, Rhiannon made her way to the other animals to check on them more closely.
The voice was muffled slightly by the speaker's face being smushed into their pillow. Rhiannon had been awake for a while, but laying in bed dozing before they actually had to get up was a true pleasure. Technically she did not have to start work at any particular hour and doubted that they'd lose their job if, realistically, they didn't hit the fields until well into the afternoon (at least not for another few years of digital paperwork being pushed through), but she wasn't that kind of person. Most of the time. She lifted her head from the pillow.
"Thanks Holiday."
She rolled over, swung her legs out over the side of mattress, and dug around in a pile of clean clothes until they pulled out their threads for the day. Dark leggings, a slightly oversized sweater in beige, and one of those triangular shawls in neutral color and pattern. Of course after dressing they quickly flopped back onto the bed, snatching their personal communicator -little better than the smartphones from back in the day- to see if they'd missed any direct messages overnight. Then they pulled up the dome map, checking the spot Holiday had marked with a hum.
It could be hard to tell when animals were sick, but Rhiannon had a feeling that this particular cow (which did not have an official name but who Rhiannon had dubbed Moonica) had been growing lethargic. It was literally their job to keep track of stuff like this after all, so she wasn't surprised at the news that Moonica had developed a fever. She'd recently asked Yingxue to rev up whatever the medicinal equivalent of a fryer was, so she also wouldn't be surprised if the doctor was already finished. Or, if the woman had tuned Rhiannon out again, she'd at least probably be working on it after Holiday's announcement.
After the device slipped from Rhiannon's fingers and smacked them in the face it was about time to actually get a move on. She stepped out from the bedroom into a small living space with a slapped together kitchenette on one side, then through the door in that room directly down a short flight of wooden stairs. Then she was outdoors, walking through the green grass in a pair of boots.
Rhiannon had lived in the apartment complex that was built on one side of the Dome for her first few months there, until she found that one of the barns had a pretty spacious second floor and no real need for storage up there at least until the lunar station was more populated. There were three more of these structures at each pole of the grazing ring that circled the dome, but so far there was only one that Rhiannon had made her own space in. It was way bigger than the apartments, and when she couldn't even shoot the shit with her co-workers there it made living in a barn seem a lot more appealing. They liked the kind of rustic feel to it too, and after some decorating over time it became quite the cozy living space.
Eventually they'd get to the other barns too and have different rooms in different styles for when she was feeling a change, or maybe someone else might appreciate having a cool place that smelled like sawdust and grass all the time.
Rhiannon strolled through the area at a leisurely pace, turning their face up towards the light. She made a beeline for the half of the herd that Moonica was part of. It was normally split into two or more groups because the number of animals they needed to sustain all ten lunar domes was pretty high, plus they had to keep some of the bulls separate, keep the pregnant animals in more stable areas, and blah blah blah.
Actually Rhiannon had gradually started to become interested in minutiae like that even if it had started off with her learning on the job, but her internal monologue was defaulting to blah blah blah that morning. Probably because they'd forgotten to make coffee before leaving. Dammit!
"Awww, you not feeling so good, girl?" Rhiannon cooed to Moonica when they'd arrived, petting the animal on the head. It was laying down in the grass, blinking big brown eyes at its caretaker. Though the fever and lethargy were most likely caused by the contaminated grass, they shouldn't actually rule out that Moonica had contracted something that could spread, or that other cows would start getting sick too if they ate from the same patch. So quarantine it was, for now.
"Alright, get up," they said, patting the bovine on the rear until it finally stood. Then she steered it towards one of the many structures on the rim of the grazing ring that were meant for this kind of thing. Stables of various sizes with an equal variety of equipment kept handy. "Gonna have stick a thermometer in your ass, but then you'll be chilling all day, 'kay?"
Rhiannon muttered something like 'getting more action than me' and got the animal situated. As she worked she snapped her fingers at a hovering drone to summon it over.
"Holiday~ make sure your little robo-shepherds avoid the bad spot," they said. Sometimes she liked to act as shepherd herself, but there was little need when the automated system was fully capable of it. They'd be surprised if it wasn't already blocked off though, normally the head honcho was--
Right on cue, the voice of Dr. Kaplan blared out of the drone. Rhiannon slowly tilted her head back as if the volume alone was pushing against them, mostly for their own amusement. "Heh, Isaac is piiiiissed~" she sing-songed to Moonica, though the cow did little besides snort.
Pulling out the phone-like communicator, which really was basically just a phone and will henceforth be referred to as such, Rhiannon sent two messages:
🐮💩👍👍👍👍
yeah im not doing that. will stop by for the meds tho. i guess let me know if u actually want more cow shit 😉
It was a little game to see how long they could go communicating with Dr. Kaplan just using emoji before he got too frustrated and came to complain to Rhiannon in person. Which was pretty much the only time he would make for her, so it was kinda nice. Maybe a little weird, actually, that Rhiannon enjoyed those sessions of being chewed out over no in person interaction at all. And though it had been three years Rhiannon still found it hard to get a real sense of who Yingxue was beneath her work persona, if one could even call it that, but acting overly casual had never steered Rhiannon wrong before. With Yingxue at least. It very much had before, on Earth and beyond.
Rhiannon began to hum again as they cared for Moonica, idly thinking of what they'd have to do next. Visual inspection of the other members of this part of the herd, probably visit the lab for the antibiotics (in which case maybe bringing a cow pie would actually be funny), couldn't forget the twice daily chicken check...
"Hmm?"
Wiping Moonica down had just been something Rhiannon did to ease some of the discomfort of the fever, and to get rid of the soil on her legs - and yeah, there definitely was a leak if the cows had actually been stepping in oil - but they noticed a strange wound on Moonica's hind leg. Rhiannon tipped their head. It probably wasn't caused by a bull's horns. Maybe some of the cows had gotten rowdy and a hoof had scraped her? Although it sort of looked like claw or teeth marks... which was impossible because cows did not have sharp teeth or claws. Rhiannon also found it very unlikely that a chicken had found its way over here and gone berserk enough to attack Moonica with its talons.
Rhiannon scratched the side of her head. Typed out another message.
🦇❓
Then stood up from crouching and turned to look at the other cows out in the pasture. Their brows furrowed slightly. With Moonica attended to and resting in their stable, Rhiannon made her way to the other animals to check on them more closely.
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Winterhold College - An In-Coven-ient Truth
Ace - Level: 9 - Total EXP: 519/90
Level 7 Heismay (58/70) Sectonia
Word Count: 1797 (+3 exp)
Tension in the Aurelian Nexus continued to skyrocket as the Cadet and Heismay scrambled to deal as much damage as they could to the crimson ritual candles before the abominable conglomerate of bodies they were fighting could finish whatever it was trying to do. Their adrenaline pumped as they worked to demolish one together, spurring them to hack at the dense waxen surface faster and faster until the candle finally crumbled, its unnatural flame snuffed out. As soon as the fire died, so too did the demonic symbol above it vanished. But if the Seekers had hoped that snuffing out one flame would compromise the whole ritual, they would be disappointed. The candles at the other four points of the pentagram burned bright, and as a third body stretched up from the Coven in mad adulation, they seemed to blaze brighter still.
The twisted voices of the conjoined tormented howled as one, unleashing Famine. Swarms of flies descended, quickly surrounding the Seekers to harry and blind them even as the remaining poison frogs continued their sticky assault. Growling, Heismay executed a flurry of attacks, but even his swift flashing blade could do little to meaningfully reduce the flies’ numbers. Instead he leaped into the air, beating his wings for even greater height and to buffet the flies back. Two frogs opened wide and shot their tongues at him, and only by wall-jumping off a sheer surface with Vauban’s Warframe agility did he manage to avoid their grasp. With a flip he soared through the chamber and landed on the opposite side of the Coven from Ace, next to another candle. Before he got started, though, he couldn't help but sneak a fearful glance at the Coven, anxious of what it might do next. The eugief couldn’t shake that sinking feeling that he was running out of time.
This type of fighting, while annoying to be sure, was normally not enough to wind the monster hunter - not even close. Yet as the seconds marched on and their progress remained slow, beads of sweat formed on his brow and rolled down. Battling a time limit, an unknown one at that, added a level of stress that was just compounded by the blob's unsettling chanting and casting.
Ace glanced towards the door on one side of the chamber. Realistically, nothing was stopping he and Heismay from simply abandoning the fight. It might hurt their pride a little, but they could retreat before the spell was finished casting, leaving whatever horrible results to an empty room.
...but the thought of leaving this thing to its own devices and one of the other Seekers later stumbling into something worse because of that did not sit right with him. It was bad luck, but like it or not it was their responsibility now. Shirking that responsibility would feel worse than any bruise to the ego.
It was almost like a wake up call, slipping through the wary haze that always distracted Ace in these magical situations. In the interest of putting a stop to this before it could potentially hurt anyone else wandering through the maze the brain fog briefly cleared and the hunter thought, what if they didn't have to destroy the candles and could just snuff the flames themselves?
Ace had already stopped trying to clear the flies away from him, and he weathered the light battering of a nearby frog as he took a moment to swap weapons again and load a new elemental ammo.
"Heismay--!" he started to call out, intending to let the eugief know his plan, when the room's doors opened suddenly to permit two new visitors, exactly what Ace had thought might happen.
From one monster to another, as Sectonia entered the new room and saw the hideous creature in front of her she understood the assignment right away. ”ANOTHER horrible monster? Is this place just some prison to be cleansed?” Sectonia said with righteous rage as she started to help clear the flies and frogs from the area with her area magic. A death pulse for any that got near her, and rays or rings of cleansing light hitting things from afar. Although without knowing what was going on, she’d be clearing out and dealing damage to everything without any focus.
“Finally, a stroke of luck!” Heismay crowed as the frogs and especially flies began to melt away.
More hands to help put a stop to the ritual was good, and Sectonia was an excellent hand for that indeed, but the indiscriminate spray of spells from the queen bee choked Ace's words in his throat and threw his aim off. The water shots he'd loaded into the bowgun were finite, and the first couple slammed uselessly into the ground of the magic circle.
"Sectonia!" the Cadet called after forcing out a breath. "It's got kut-kurazy tough skin - we've been trying to put out those candles!"
While he said that Ace had backed up, away from the center of the room to give himself some breathing space. What flies still survived Sectonia's wrath followed after him, but they were the least of his concern. He took another breath, steadier this time, pointing the barrel of the bowgun at the nearest candle to try dousing it with the water ammo again. Pss. In one unceremonious instant the liquid shot doused the flame, leaving the candle with nothing but a thin wisp of smoke spiraling upward, the sigil above it vanished.
As Ace made his discovery, Heismay continued to hack away at another candle. Without as many pests around to distract and disrupt him he could fully focus on the task, but the eugief wasn’t exactly built for pure damage output. Thanks to all the chaos he hadn’t noticed his comrade’s stroke of genius, either. It would take him more time to demolish his target, maybe more time than he or the other Seekers had. As he slashed again and again at the dense, unyielding blood-red wax, he could only hope that whatever was coming would be weaker with these ritual elements destroyed.
Soon after Sectonia and Mokou arrived to help turn the tides of the frantic battle, the Coven gathered its strength for another spell. Three pairs of nubby arms waved wildly as three crazed voices howled unintelligible curses, declaring War. Twenty molten globules shot outward from their position and created foot-wide pools of lava where they splashed down, increasing the temperature of the Aurelian Nexus to a hellish degree in a matter of seconds. A fourth and final body arose from the Coven, and as it did it cast a flicker of flame toward the candle Ace snuffed out to relight it.
Heismay noticed an incoming projectile in time and managed to dodge, but to say he had a bad feeling about where this was going was an understatement. “Come on!” He growled as he assumed his Assassin form and plunged his curved greatsword into the candle, though even that did not quite destroy it. “Damn it!” He plied his strength against his weapon like a crowbar, hoping to split the candle in half.
Sectonia looked at the candles and the lava being summoned at this point and had an idea to deal with both. Waving her hands she summoned 5 ice antlers which were commanded to just freeze the candles, fire, and lava. She then moved to using Void Globules at the Coven in between summoning more Ice antlers and flying above the battlefield to not touch the lava itself until it was thoroughly frozen. Although thanks to having used a lot of her mana on Shadow Fred just earlier, she would need to ‘land’ to regain more thanks to one of her spirits.
The new position separated from the ritual circle was a better vantage point for the Cadet, from which he was able to evade the one blob of lava that got thrown his way. He crouched a few feet from where it landed noting that though it wasn't spreading none of the lava looked like it was fading or cooling. He also could see that the flame he'd doused had just been re-lit - but the fact that it had bothered to relight it in the first place meant that it actually did need these candles for whatever spell it was casting. Destroying them was taking way too long even if it would prevent them from being lit again, but with four candles left and four Seekers fighting, maybe...
Unsure of the antler's ability to handle the heat, Ace took aim again. "Try and keep the fire out while we break them!" He shouted to the others. That way maybe it would buy them more time, or if all of the flames were put out at once it would ruin the magic. Whatever worked. He put out the same candle he was fighting over the Coven with, then shot at the one on the next point of the pentagram to douse that one too.
Although the antlers’ ice breath wasn’t cold enough to freeze the lava and could only reduce its temperature incrementally, their efforts turned out to be much more effective against the candle flames. Seconds after Ace re-extinguished the one relit by the Coven, the antlers put out two more candles, including the one Heismay had been trying to destroy. “...Oh.” After staring for a moment, he shifted from Assassin to Gunner and loaded a Poison Shot, taking aim at the last candle. The Cadet beat him to the punch, however, and spared him the need to spend more MP. “Well struck!” As he shifted back to normal, Heismay turned his eyes toward the Coven. Now that all five candles were either broken or snuffed out, what would happen next?
Even without the candles, though, the Coven’s four bodies began their final invocation: Death. As their berserk dance reached its zenith, and their babbling cries filled the room, the air pressure changed suddenly. In the empty space directly above the maniacal amalgamation, a dark blot welled up from nothing, sprouting features that shifted and slid around as it grew. Slitted eyes, gnarled horns, floppy limps and toothy maws formed and unformed until the abomination took its final shape, a spherical demonic mass of grotesquely haphazard asymmetricality. When its eyes finally opened, lolling around in its sockets, they peered down at the Coven gibbering and flailing beneath it in a celebratory frenzy. Then the beast fell upon them, its mouths opening wide to devour the cancerous mass chunk after messy chunk. The Tormentor roared, the hideous sound loud enough to be deafening, and floated forward to attack.
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