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Current Just...drifting along.
5 yrs ago
The Truest and Most Ultimate Showdown has beguneth. Goofykins V.S. SpongeByrne!
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5 yrs ago
Does anyone know where I can figure out how to unfabricate memories? Asking for a friend.
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6 yrs ago
Check out our new and improved thread. Just an interest check for now, but oh boy is there so much more to come! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
7 yrs ago
Oh Bleach RP oh Bleach RP where art thou oh quality Bleach RP. Why hast thou forsaken thee? Seriously though, WHY!?!
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"Cover your eyes, as I have, if you like. It will serve no purpose in the face of Her Glory."
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M N A E C I L I A R E A ' E L H M O N C E R E
mm-nay-sill-ea ray-ah el moan-sare

Three-hundred-twenty-eight. Female. Prae. Proxy.
[ ⊰⊱ ] Ⱥppearance

Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 lbs, she is a rather lithe prae, typically wearing a ceremonial eye covering that shields her startling white eyes from others, and the world from her gaze. Her form could be considered healthy with an above average figure for a prae woman. She moves with a regal grace becoming of one with her station. Despite her gaze being obscured, many a prae have faltered at her presence and withered beneath her scrutiny.

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Or the personification of the color three.
Welcome both of you :)

I am pleasantly surprised to see interest. On a certain level you're right, the posting standards are low to non-existent, but here's the thing. Arkmageddoncat and I have done things like this before and the length of a given post varies so much that casual makes more sense. We've seen everything from the occasional one-liner (more rare than you'd think) to huge posts that one would expect to find in Advanced. So we decided to put it here since Casual is one of the most broad sections when it comes to the amount of content you see in a given post. Additionally, we put it here because there is a weird level of depth and development that can--and likely will--occur, not to mention the fact that Casual has the largest chance of garnering interest I'd say.

I shall put some "Guidelines," in either the opening post or the post right after it sometime soon. They're not strictly necessary to be honest, but there are a few things that it might be good to make clear.

As a note guys, there is already an IC opening post up, it's just designated as the zeroth post so it doesn't show up as "one post," in the IC tab. Since this RP is very much a "Jump-in," type, feel free to just get right into that IC thread and go wild. If you want to make a character sheet that's fine too, you can put as much or as little as you'd like into it. You may also write "lore entries," which can be anything to a pantheon of gods, to an organization, a race, a country, a settlement, a particular magic/scientific system or "law" of this universe and everything inbetween or outside of that.

The core focus here is "Have fun, be ridiculous," I'd say. So yeah, do that :)
“To whom it may concern, an old man once stole my campfire.

“I am that old man. They call me Mendax and this is my story. By which I mean, it’s the story that I’m telling to you. It’s not really about me….”



It never is….

“Anyways…. Before we really get into things, I’d like to tell you about a city in the old world that a friend of mine named Gaugurus liked to call... Scrunch Town. It wasn’t called that, but who cares, it’s a better name than the founder gave it!”

The old man, Mendax, clears his throat and scratches his left eyebrow. The warm ambiance of the fireplace crackling in the background. The bricks that surrounded the fire, enclosed it, staring intently at the old Mendax as he stood there in silence, his faintly glowing eyes gazing at you from within his strange helm.

“Oh sorry, I dozed off for a second. Legiterallly. Anyways, what was I sayi--OH right Sccmunch Town. There are a few things you need to know about Sccmunch Town. The first one is that it has this great tavern that serves just the most delectable grilled, butttered eel. Trust me, you won’t regret visiting it. Number Two on the list of things that you ought to know about Sccmunnch Town is that, well, it’s a pretty quiet place. Except on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. All those days are usually pretty active and occasionally pretty noisy depending on your definition. The third thing you really ought to keep in mind about Sckuckmurgle Town is that it’s juuust a little bit wonky in a number of ways. Mostly because it was built, quite smartly, on the resting place of a giant gazorp. What’s a gazorp? Doesn’t matter. Moving on. Anyways, I’m gonna stop talking now and just let you EXPERIENCE it yourself. No, stop struggling and eat the pill. I said eat it! No this is not optional! I swear it’s not a roofie, I only did that to the last guy as a joke!”

A pill is summarily jammed down your equivalent of a mouth port and--after about several seconds of choking, panicking, and Mendax rreassuring you, everything fades to black as the world falls away from you. The last thing you hear is a zipper and Mendax’s soft chortling laaugh reverberating in his helm.
Line break.

When you awaken you find yourself sitting in a booth seat in a tavern. Mendax is sitting next to you--all of you, doesn’t matter how many of you there are--wiping where his mouth would be--thoughh he still wears his helm--before noticing that you are awake. “Sorry for the fright buddy. I just wanted to instill a certain amount of anticipation and fear in you before you conked out. You’ve gotta make your life interesting at my age.” He gestures to an empty, cold, plate of grilled butttered eel which sits in front of you.

“Help yourself, my treat. Anyways. Go ahead and explore the town. Just make sure you don’t drop trough in the middle of the village. They might not appreciate your candor.”

Mendax gets up, puts a number of sorta brown fuzzy coins on the table before leaving you to your own devices. “By the way, there’s noo way back to your world from here. Good luck though!” He calls back as he exits the tavern. No one else seems to hear or pay him any mind.


If you’re thinking, “Man I need a good roleplay that makes sense,” let me tell you...just let me tell you about a little something called This Right Here. So basically this RP is a place where ANYTHING GOES, sort of.

I’ll warn you, and inform you now, though. If you’re a person who doesn’t deal well with cringe-humor, grammatical/spelling mistakes, and--well--frick-diddly-nonsense then this is not the place for you.

In short, this will be a world where most things will snowball out of control. Where you can let loose the metaphorical dragon of your ridiculous and ludicrous mind. It’ll be somewhere that you can just relax, be casual, and enjoy a good meta-anti-supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-joke. It shall be a place for memes, dreams, horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and nonsense dreams. Every and any genre may show up. It’s a RP where many seemingly disparate things will be going on, where things may well be a clusterfuck.

IF I HAD TO BE CONCISE. THE RP WILL BE SHITPOST HEAVEN. THE PEARL GATES OF THE SEWER STAR ARE OPEN AND YOU’VE GOT AN INVITATION.

Unless that’s not your jam. In which case, maybe go find some peanut butter.

I don’t know man. It’s whatever. As to the “lore” of this world, well ANYTHING GOES, at least initially. Eventually things will start having some kind of internal logic, but until then ALL STEAM AHEAD, LET LOOSE THE HOGS, FALL UPON THE FIRES OF HELL, PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR….OTHER OBSCURE SILLINESS.


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ℳℵaecilia ea' lh oncere. . . . . . . . . . . . .
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"RAD QUOTE YO"
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M N A E C I L I A R E A ' E L H M O N C E R E
mm-nay-sill-ea ray-ah el moan-sare

Three-hundred-twenty-eight. Female. Prae. Proxy.
[ ⊰⊱ ] Ⱥppearance

Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 lbs, she is a rather lithe prae, typically wearing a ceremonial eye covering that shields her startling white eyes from others, and the world from her gaze. Her form could be considered healthy with an above average figure for a prae woman. She moves with a regal grace becoming of one with her station. Despite her gaze being obscured, many a prae have faltered at her presence and withered beneath her scrutiny.

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I'onriyi Stonehand


Though he only caught her seating herself from the corner of his eye—leading him to if he had seen things properly—the enchanter made sure to pay special mind to his guest from that moment on. When she set about answering his questions, clearly eager to please, all he could do to hide his growing amusement was to use his bread to mask his mouth. Periodically he took bites from it, watching her as he ate, absorbing what she was telling him and sorting it mentally. He had never met an angel before, let alone an archangel, so this was truly a novel encounter, and that thought combined with the reminder of the associates he had made the day prior finally brought him to a breaking point.

So it was that as she finished her explanation he burst out, laughing for a brief moment. It would be the most cheer she had seen from him yet, something of a treat given his normal demeanor, and to think he wasn't even drinking! After a moment or two to recover his wits, I'on shook his head, a smile upon his lips as he spoke. "Oh my, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, it's just," he chuckled lightly and shook his head again, grinning, "Well, I came across a number of...let's call them interesting folk last night and now, this morning, an archangel possessing a deigan girl stumbles through my doorstep." Letting out an uncharacteristic chortle, the mage turned to gaze into the fire, a wistful look coming into his eyes as he pondered his current circumstances.

A long minute passed before, rather abruptly, he rose to his feet and stepped over to the steeping tea. As he checked it—and found it ready—he continued their conversation. "It is very possible that the other two that I may consider traveling with are...of the more unsavory variety. I mean to meet with them later today because they owe me an explanation or two." He cast a sidelong glance her way as he finished removing the sieve, turning his gaze away as he went about locating some cups.

"Though I have a small measure of prior dealings with the aforementioned two, their explanation will let me make a decision as to their trustworthiness. I expect that whatever they tell me will be...insufficient to garner that trust. Of course, regardless I think I would like to have you along. Perhaps I might find a way to allow young Male'dai to sleep and so restore some of her reserves." He set the tea pot, and then the two thick cups on the table and poured each of them some tea before walking over to get some sugar. Without asking her preference, he put two cubes of the stuff in her cup, before letting one fall into his own.

Sitting down he met her gaze once more. Taking a deep breath, he focused his energies and his will. Bringing a hand over his tea, palm downwards, fingers relaxed the penin's features took on a look of concentration.

After a brief moment, he intoned, "Thoph dregoth. Harteor thoph dregoth menrirl." His fingers moved in tiny delicate patterns as he said the words in the arcane language, an incredibly small amount of magical energy passing from his fingertips invisibly. The invisible wisps made threads, traveling into his tea, suffusing it briefly, before steam rose from the cup and then in a gentle wind dispersed outwards with a gentle puff of air. The process had taken about seven or so seconds. That done, the penin lowered his hand, took up his cup and took a sip of tea.

He winced slightly, it was still a bit hotter than he'd like, but no matter. Acting as if he hadn't just used magic for the most mundane of tasks—cooling tea—the penin mage turned his attention back to her.

"All that business aside. Male'dai is an arcanist. While she can't use her magic now, I wouldn't mind knowing the extent of her abilities," he smiled at 'them' and took another sip of his tea. He didn't wince this time.
Outsider


Having opted to fly the others most of the way back to HQ for the sake of expedience, he swapped forms and entered the building with the others, the surge of emotions and clarity from using his powers still quite potent. Despite the devastating loss of tinkertech, one side of Outsider's lips remained perked upwards slightly. Just experiencing the world clearly brought him a certain joy that was almost impossible to dampen.

Then there was a loud concussive explosion and debris flew everywhere. Still standing by the entrance to the apartment, he shielded himself, though it proved largely unnecessary. When the dust cleared he looked to his teammates, to find them relatively unharmed. Kyoshi's mouth moved, in reply to yelled words from...somewhere? He couldn't entirely understand her words, but he acted nonetheless.

Jaw tight he spoke, yelling so his teammates could hear him over the ringing left over from the explosion, "I'M GOING TO CHECK THIS OUT," he said, giving them a meaningful look before he jogged through the apartment to the blasted hole in the wall. He shot a glare across the gap between buildings to where he saw...a kid in a costume. Eyes narrowing he did something that in his normal mindstate he might not have, he ran towards the gaping hole in the wall and leapt out into the open air. Curling into a ball midair Outsider activated his power.

Air was violently displaced as his Second Vessel manifested into being, his senses shifting into place along with a distinct nausea, both from hurtling downwards, and from swapping bodies. It lasted only seconds, and then he swooped upwards through the air and shot directly towards the other cape's location. However, thinking somewhat better of it he stopped halfway across the distance and swam through the air lazily, his senses tuned to the kid.

He could hear the sound of other voices in the building, specifically the room, where the cape was standing. Either teammates or hostages...and given that none of them were moving much or making intelligible noises, he'd guess that they were hostages.

Not good. He also couldn't barrel through a building. It seemed the cape had actually planned fairly well for assaulting them. He was offsetting the rest of the Minutemen by keeping a distance, while neutralizing his own effectiveness by being both inside a structure and near what he was fairly certain were civilians. A low dissonant growl vibrated through the area, emanating from nowhere in particular. The sound didn't stop like a normal growl might, instead becoming more intense, vibrating through things. It wasn't harmful at all, but it was disconcerting to say the least.

"You've got one minute to give us a good reason not to retaliate," Outsider intoned in his hollow voice, the growl continuing throughout. It was clear that he was not at all pleased by the current situation.
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