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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:04:07 GMT -5
okay I see, there is an alibi for u. I believe.
omg rip, "sad children n mold" is the saddest thing I've ever read
Also, Tianyu's form is done. He is hades, b/c u might say he will unleash hell upon those who bother his fam
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 1:05:14 GMT -5
:3c
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:14:41 GMT -5
since we're here already, why not. What I hc Tianyu's body to look like rn:
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:15:39 GMT -5
I should find more songs bc, I like songs xD
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Post by floruit on Jan 26, 2017 1:16:14 GMT -5
added! i'm so glad we have a greek myth theme going. this all started because years ago diomedes was like "i should definitely name myself after a dude who kept trying to fight gods and never necessarily lost. yep. this is a great plan."
muse music is my JAM. i love it.
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:17:16 GMT -5
Thank u my dude, I saw the greek theme n I was like "An Assassin named Hades? hECK YE"
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:18:04 GMT -5
added! i'm so glad we have a greek myth theme going. this all started because years ago diomedes was like "i should definitely name myself after a dude who kept trying to fight gods and never necessarily lost. yep. this is a great plan." muse music is my JAM. i love it. How dare you come into your home and pun also I know tho, I have literally a 100+ song playlist for one of my ocs >w> Ask Xander. THat same oc has like 7 playlists sOOOO
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:22:28 GMT -5
I'm dying I need sleep but why sleep when I can stay awake
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 1:27:01 GMT -5
i just named apollo that bc flo was tlking abt how diomedes was like "i'll punch apollo idgaf" so i was like [stares into the camera]
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Post by floruit on Jan 26, 2017 1:27:08 GMT -5
fair. i'm probably about to pass out but that has more to do with me taking benadryl than me wanting to sleep. my long weekend starts tomorrow afternoon, so i should return and write a proper reply than. anything i wrote right now would be a mess.
so, this is a tentative goodnight? also, feel free to reply whenever! there's nothing quite as fun as an impromptu 4 a.m. meeting because everyone came to the headquarters at early o'clock.
i love playlists so much???
also, can confirm. diomedes would fight (but not actually injure) apollo. they're ready.
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 1:33:09 GMT -5
lmao I need to fricking sleep soon, but IRK. Also cardboard. I need to find cardboard.
I might not sleep, might just keep spamming ;p
RIGHT??? PLAYLISTS R AMAZING
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 12:54:20 GMT -5
I drew Tianyu, kids
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Post by floruit on Jan 26, 2017 13:37:34 GMT -5
a beautiful man. 10/10
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 26, 2017 13:39:49 GMT -5
Thank u my dude uvu
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Post by Π²lue Π²lood on Jan 26, 2017 14:05:13 GMT -5
yooo he looks beaut & ur art is fab bruh *u*
i'll try actually write something tonight hopefully maybe haha it's only been four days of uni and i swear it feels like it's been four weeks already ripp
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Post by floruit on Jan 26, 2017 19:50:20 GMT -5
i'm home at last... it's been 29 years.
sounds good, blue!! i'm going to start on a proper reply but it's no big deal if someone zooms and posts before i do. i'll probs take a while anyway. and oh Boy i can relate to that. i'm less than a month into the semester and already i'm like... how long until finals are over and i can finally Rest.
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Post by floruit on Jan 27, 2017 1:22:27 GMT -5
diomedes asks "hey, something is weird, how can i help you?" but in a cool, distanced way: the post
Diomedes accepted the mug with a smile, unaffected by Apolloβs obvious displeasure. Drinking coffee that was more sweet than bitter was one of the few small pleasures they allowed themselves. Being addicted only to caffeine was something they prided themselves onβalthough the previous inhabitant of their body had a different set of values. They were lucky enough to have hijacked the body in the first few hours of an extravagant immortales party, when its perception was still functioning normally. By the time they had gotten back to the headquarters, the familiar walls around them were pulsing and shimmering like liquid mercury. The traditional post-mission talk had to be postponed while they rode it out. Their memories of that first night were vivid but very disjointed. They could only remember snippets of what happened around them. The overall atmosphere had been one of concern and distress, which struck them as odd at the time because they felt better than they had in years! Everything seemed hilarious at the time, and although they had a few conversations before they were ushered into their room, they couldnβt remember the specifics of what they had said. Perhaps it was best that they didnβt remember. None of the group members who had been there had tried to bring it up, though, so hopefully they hadnβt said anything of importance.
That experience had been unexpected, but it wasnβt unusual to go through nasty withdrawals in the first few weeks of having a new body. Immortales had no need for moderation. If they went to parties every night and ran themselves into the ground, they could easily start over when their once pristine form started showing signs of wear. Diomedesβ newest body was still perfectly functional, but after a year or two more of living like it had been, it would have been a complete mess. Sometimes they found themselves in an unfamiliar neighborhood, trying to find something to ease their cravings without really knowing what they were searching for. It was a little frightening, honestly. Residual memories were fairly commonplace, especially if you showed up somewhere the previous inhabitant of your body frequented, but those memories werenβt supposed to mean anything. Until a few months ago, they had never gotten lost in thought while walking and come back to reality in a strange place, convinced they knew it from somewhere. They tried not to let it worry them. It was a minor side-effect of secondhand bodies. Besides, they werenβt going to start behaving like an immortalis. That kind of behavior wasβ¦ understandable, they supposed, but it would only harm them in the long run. Many finitissium would give anything to forget about reality for a short while, as there was little hope of improving their lives. If you were born into poverty, chances were that you would die in it. Gaining any semblance of wealth simply didnβt happen, unless you were incredibly lucky and an immortalis became infatuated with you. Even if that did happen, chances were theyβd get bored of you in a few years and throw you back onto the streets. Illegal businesses might make you enough money to get a decent lifestyle, but you would probably die in a few years. Either you got caught by the law and were harshly punished, or you got killed by some other finitissium who wanted what you had. Law enforcers were quick to shut down crimes that brought business into the slums, but when a poor finitissium was murdered, you could guarantee the incident report would be filed neatly away and never touched again. It was just too costly to spend time and resources hunting down their killer. Why should they? The murderer had probably done a favor to society.
Immortales liked to joke about those who lived in the slums going through bodies faster than they did, because you were lucky to make it into your mid-thirties. Most people wealthy enough to switch bodies would get a new one whenever their current form started to show signs of aging. One grey hair meant you might as well scrap everything and start again. Despite hating everything immortales stood for, they could understand that. Death was difficult to think about, and aging was a constant reminder of it. Plus, younger bodies were stronger and could handle a difficult lifestyle without breaking down. Not that wealthy individuals benefitted much from that. When you were part of an underground rebellion, however, it was incredibly helpful. They hadnβt slept much in the past few days, but their mind was already clearing, thanks to the caffeine and sugar kick. Or, maybe not clearing, exactly. Just moving faster. And kind of wandering. How much time had passed since Apollo had answered them?
They looked down at the pot of rice and other assorted ingredients that they had apparently throw together while musing about⦠bodies, mostly. It had started out like that and deteriorated into them being angry near the end. It was kind of nice that they could function passably well without focusing on their actions, but it might have been good to actually respond to Apollo instead of staring blankly at the hotplate they were cooking breakfast on. Oh well. It was too early, and the man was probably used to them picking up conversations hours later like no time had passed.
βIβm glad thereβs no animosity between you and the newcomers, but are you sure everything is fine? Youβve been acting differently,β Diomedes said quietly, stirring the food as an excuse to keep busy. It was easier for them to talk to others when they werenβt obligated to look them in the eyeβthe discussion became less personal and more factual, which was what they preferred. Normally they wouldnβt even bring up the topic. They had a bad habit of being too interested in the business of the people who worked under them, but they liked getting their information from observation rather than confrontation. Directing their words at a pot was a nice compromise. Anyway, they didnβt want to pressure Apollo into saying more than he was comfortable with. They just wanted to confirm that it wasnβt as bad as they feared, that one of their team members was not, in fact, going to self-destruct. βIβm concerned. You donβt seem like yourself, and I feel like I got to be a pretty decent judge of whatβs normal for you after the third year or so. Am I misinterpreting something? Or is there a problem? I donβt need to know all the details to be of some assistance.β
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 1:48:18 GMT -5
i love dio and so does apollo.
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Post by floruit on Jan 27, 2017 2:18:37 GMT -5
i'm glad. dio is so pleased when someone mentions they actually enjoy them bc they're accustomed to being the one destroys everything fun. no one gets to waste time enjoying themselves if they're supposed to be starting a revolution.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 2:20:24 GMT -5
TBH apollo has plenty of time for fun and also work. his work is fun. he denies all laws of everything always.
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 29, 2017 4:30:59 GMT -5
-screams- I need to write a starter, someone kill me
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Post by Π²lue Π²lood on Jan 29, 2017 19:37:52 GMT -5
i'll kill u if u kill me first
s2g i will ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING soon oml
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Post by LβEΜα΄Κα΄Ι΄Ι’α΄Κ on Jan 29, 2017 19:56:46 GMT -5
i'll kill u if u kill me first
s2g i will ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING soon oml sounds fair and that was also what I was telling myself, but I'm. lazy. ded
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Post by floruit on Jan 31, 2017 0:07:51 GMT -5
no rush to slam out posts! i'm going to be spotty this week bc MAJOR ASSIGNMENTS ARE COMING UP (wooo) and my motivation is scraping the ground. i should be a little better after wednesday, but until that afternoon at least i probably won't have time to write a good reply to anything.
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Post by floruit on Jan 31, 2017 16:03:02 GMT -5
the thief spot is the only spot still open, actually! we almost have a complete group now. if you want to claim the thief, you need to send me a rp sample before i'll consider the claim official.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 1:34:41 GMT -5
huge wip but i just wanted y'all to know I was working on this :)
Odysseus / Ravi Kapoor / 27 years old / male / bisexual thoughtful -- reserved -- traits [ The body that Ravi currently inhibits is what he would describe as 'unconventionally attractive', and he considers himself lucky to have found a body that matched his original ethnicity. He stands at a somewhat impressive height of 6'2", but his naturally thin build takes away from any intimidation factor his height may bring. His legs and arms are long and slender, and his hands and fingers have a certain deftness to them. His complexion is dark, a sort of radiant ocher hue, and he has black hair and deep brown eyes to match. Ravi's hair is long, ] [ personality ] [other - relationships, notes, etc.] [ ππππππππ ]
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Post by Π²lue Π²lood on Feb 2, 2017 19:12:01 GMT -5
( ayy finally did done do something c; i have a 9am tutorial tho and i aint done any of the reading yet actually just kill me now & then four hours until my next one and i hate sitting in the library but i also hate cycling home omg )
Never mind early hours, or fighting in a revolution with not much more than altered chips, or the lack of any real income ; the tunnels were Tisiphone's least favourite part of the whole affair. She never thought she had any fear of the dark (though she didn't prefer it), nor of being alone (though she didn't prefer it), but something about being alone in the dark - and this was dark dark - that put her on edge. The fact that she still didn't know her way around them as well as she'd life did not help either. She still relied partially on a flashlight, forcing herself to turn it off when she was more certain of her way (both to help her get used to it and to save battery) and turning it when she had to make turns. Maybe she actually knew more than she thought she did, but she didn't want to risk missing a turn or taking the wrong one. She'd been there, and it had not been a relaxing experience trying to find her way back on course. It was also a bit of a blow to the ego to discover that her sense of direction was lacking. She knew Felovat - that is, the above-ground Felovat - well, but it seemed that was more about memory than anything else. Early given assurances that the newer members, like herself, would get used to finding their was around fast enough echoed in her mind. Tisiphone was pretty sure she was overdue.
Superfluous relief always flooded through her when she saw the greyish light, felt her hands against the solid cold of the metal door of the headquarters. Today was no exception.
"Mor-ning," she called out in a singsong voice after the door closed behind her. With Siph, there was some blurred line between what was natural, energetic peppiness and what was the tailend of a previous night's revelry, and the secret to knowing on which side she stood lay in simply knowing her well enough to note the signs. Right now, she was... eh, somewhere in the blur. Her hands were twitchy at her sides, and the faint grey under her eyes betrayed her, denoting only a couple snatched hours of sleep between the end of a long night and the beginning of a fresh morning. Regardless, she looked perfectly put together. She wouldn't give anyone opportunity to lay eyes on her if she didn't, so long as she had a say in it.
In her mind - and out loud, should anyone of the group inquire - she reasoned off her activities as a necessity to her job. You wanna stay in the game, you gotta be in the game. Presence meant something; people are far more inclined to trust what is familiar to them. You show up places and people remember you. People remember you and you always know when and where what's happening is happening and where people would be. Do as the Romans do and make them think you're one of them. Not to mention that, with all things carefully balanced, it's surprisingly easy to get just about whatever information you wanted if you asked the the right people diplomatically worded questions at just the right time. Of course, get that balance wrong and you could set off alarm bells in someone's head, or end up spilling the wrong information yourself. Whether Tisiphone was just taking responsible caution or the curse of confidence just hadn't caught up with her yet, it was hard to say; because, while she could reason it away as she pleased, the reality was that a part of her simply loved it. The buzz and the euphoria and the heightened adrenaline of knowing she was living a fragile farce giving her a thrill when it should be giving her fear.
Oh, she knew she wasn't treating this body as well as she should. She carried the foolish guilt around with her: knowing better but not doing better. It was a shame, really; she'd got lucky when it came to this body. Lean and fit and athletic, free of many of the vices common among immortales, with the exception of an insatiable sweet tooth that the previous owner had been far better at not capitulating to than its new owner did. Maybe it was for the best that her frivolous nature was constrained by purpose, and nowhere near the wealth or free time that led immortales with a similar mindset (plus the convenience of immortality) down the all too common road of practically destroying each body they had time after time with no end, not even any consequences, so long as money was no object.
Bee-lining for her own room, she unbuttoned and dumped her black overcoat (one of the very few subtly-coloured and styled items of clothing in her possession) within, and changed from the unsightly pastel green boots she wore to traverse the labyrinthine tunnels into comfier flats.
"How are my people?" she inquired upon re-emergence, voice loud and bright, outfit louder and brighter: bright copper-colour leggings with a leathery shine and peculiar, swirling ink patterns marked on, and the most offensively yellow half-sleeve blouse known to mankind under a bright blue faux fur gilet, potentially fashioned from the pelt of some furry fantasy creature she'd slain. This was topped off with over-accessorising: bangles more than halfway up to her elbow on the left arm, just a few on the right, occasionally clinking together; countless loops no doubt fake but still shimmering gold around her neck in varying lengths and styles. "Mm. I smell coffee. And food." Food was spoken as if was possibly intended with air quotations around it.
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Post by floruit on Feb 2, 2017 20:18:02 GMT -5
ayyy! i'll reply.... soon. maybe tomorrow? most likely tomorrow. or saturday, if my classes wear me down.
i'm hope you get your stuff done and have a nice day tomorrow!! i have a test tomorrow i need to study for and some homework i still need to do. and i need to clean, but i kind of want to do that. i like it when my room looks nice.
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