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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 23:57:45 GMT -5
This thread is never private! Duplicates are always open! :3Requirements:- Please be descriptive, and type at least 20 lines per post to keep the RP moving! Thanks for understanding!
- Please also be as active as you can, or at least semi-active. I was hoping this could be long term, and we can continue thinking of more ways to move the plot along. :3
Plot:My guy controls fire. He's feared by everyone because of his outbursts that happen sometimes that cause him to lose control. To add to that; he's wanted by the police, the government, everyone. On the other hand, your girl controls ice. She is deemed a hero for helping people. Your girl works for people. One of her missions is to capture my guy and hand him over to them. So we start the RP when the two of them meet up. They fight, and your girl injures him badly out of self-defense after he lost control. Your girl is about to turn him over, but my guy tells her he can't go back because they experiment on him. Will your girl complete her mission to turn him in, or let him go?If you decide to turn him in, maybe it was a plot to capture them both so they would be stuck in a lab and tested on. They could escape together and continue to live on the run.If you decide to let him go, maybe your girl decides to help him out with his wounds and they end up sticking together, running from the police, the government, and the organization she worked for. Possibly getting caught in the future.
I was hoping there could be some romance in here too, and if you have any ideas to add to the plot, please let me know! Thanks! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 0:19:56 GMT -5
{Open! :3}
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 0:22:55 GMT -5
( hullo there! c: this sounds lovely... i'd love to write this with you if you'll have me cx
and i've noticed that you like animu)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 1:01:08 GMT -5
{Heyo! :3 I would love to have you write with me! And yasss, animu is lifeee!}
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 1:08:28 GMT -5
( hullo inky! c:
aweeesome XD
shall i type out a description of my girl? c:
omg i found another animu fan mwahahaha yasss animu is absolute life uwu what are some of your favorite if you don't mind me asking? cx )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 1:20:20 GMT -5
aaaah yes... another animu fan *rubs hands evilly* cx
unravel is a great song <3 though i tried singing it in the karaoke and ended up losing my voice the next day heheh
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 1:22:03 GMT -5
{Nah, I feel like descriptions take too much time tbh. Plus that would mean I would have to make a form too I suppose and I am the most impatient person ever lol. We can just jump right into it! Would you like to start or do you want me to? And um I like lots of things, like Tokyo Ghoul, Blue Exorcist, Code Geass, Bungou Stray Dogs, Re:Zero, Attack On Titan, Akame Ga Kill, Hunter X Hunter, Fullmetal Alchemist, Wolf's Rain, Angel Beats, Death Note, Danganronpa, and like many many more that I can't think of lol. Mostly all of them are like horror and gory because I'm intrigued by that for some reason. Guess I'm a psychopath too, haha. Also, I like Avatar The Last Airbender/Legend Of Korra and RWBY too! Some people count them as anime type, and some people don't. I feel like it's related in a way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 1:25:32 GMT -5
{And hello Inky! I suppose you would like to RP this here plot with me as well? Let me go make a separate thread, so things don't get confusing here. :3}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 1:44:24 GMT -5
{Actually, I'm gonna head to bed for the night. I'm like super tired and can't focus. If you wanna type up a starter that'd be cool, or you could wait for me to post one in the morning. :3 Night!}
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 1:51:53 GMT -5
( i'm okay with following the words it's just the super high pitch the song goes that makes me mind-boggled haha
see ya around inky! cx
ahh i get that.. sometimes descriptions take me a few hours x~x especially if i'm writing about a completely new character. nope it's all right i get that impatience
oh my goodness. yaass those are all wonderful anime cx though i haven't watched re:zero before... is it good? pfff no you aren't a psychopath i love gory and action and horror stuff too cx avatar the last airbender was my childhood. i started watching legend of korra i found out about it this year i live under a rock aaa and i've watched the first few episodes of RWBY cause my friend introduced it to me cx i still think that they're related ouo i can't define things like phoenix wright cause the anime for it is out now and hakuouki too... i have no idea how to describe it. i just say that it's a game/animu/stageplay/musical/everything to the people who ask now
no problem! good night c; i'll see if i can try to come up with a decent starter cx )
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 7:16:04 GMT -5
( here it is! i know it's really long aaa please don't try to match this length i was just overly excited i got carried away haha c'x
also as i was writing this i kind of had an idea... it says that your guy 'lost control' and what i wrote out kind of matched this idea so i thought... what if your guy and my girl already knew each other in the past? the problem is... my girl, though she was resisting the government's grasp with your guy ( and was probably in a relationship by then, leading them to more tension(?) we can decide that cx ), was caught by them after a certain incident (she could've been caught trying to protect him or it could've just been a very misfortunate accident). after she was captured, her memory was erased by them, and the government earned her trust through the rather long time she spent with them, hence not remembering your guy as a result. when they meet, your guy obviously remembers my girl and loses control of his abilities.
annnndd then we can keep going on from there cx we don't have to follow this! it was just an idea that came into my head uwu )
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I don’t remember my own name.
She’d woken up feeling odd that particular day. She hadn’t moved for a long time, listening to the soft ticking of the clock over her head, though she hadn’t bothered to open her eyes. She overheard a few hushed voices mentioning some names that she didn’t recognise. It was as if they were fearful that she’d wake up because of their small conversation. Funny how she already had been. In any case, there’d been a faint pressure in her head at the time, and when she had finally opened her eyes, the corners of her vision had been blurred. She’d slept poorly, haunted by nightmares of… of…
Her eyes had narrowed when she felt her head throb sharply. What had those nightmares been about? She’d dreamt of extended hands grabbing at her, reaching for her as she’d run across a street she didn’t recognise. And all around her, there had been fire. The air had rippled with heat, making everything look unfocused. The road she’d stood on had erupted in flames, and somewhere from afar, she heard the pedestrians scream at the sight of the smoke that unfurled into the sky like the feathers of a peacock. Windows high above shattered from the heat of the flames that seemed to incinerate everything in its way, decorating the street with jagged shards of glass. But… it hadn’t been trying to hurt her, from what she understood. It had been fierce and bright, melting everything those horrid hands away into oozing puddles beneath her feet, though it’d never touched her. Somewhere far in front of her, she’d seen someone, too. She hadn’t been alone on the burning streets. She vaguely remembered his pupils glowing like tiny rings of magma, and the way how flames had slithered between his fingers. At his feet, the pavement bubbled black. Who had he been?
It’d been around a year or so since she’d woken up from a coma, as her doctors put it, and from that nightmare. She’d been given a new identity — a new name — which she’d adopted over the year she’d spent her time chasing down criminals and working for the officials. They told her to forget the dream, that was frivolous, but ever since she’d left the hospital she’d been in, Robin had found herself often wondering about the youthful man’s identity and whether if he was real or not. She couldn’t bring herself to simply forget the way how ragged and broken he’d looked underneath the facade of wrath.
That was when she’d heard about someone who had the ability to control fire.
She’d accepted the mission without hesitation.
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“I don’t think this mission is a good idea,” she heard Juan say from her side, who looked up from the papers stacked in front of himself. “I heard that this guy’s dangerous. You know, fire powers and all.” He was smiling like any other day, though the glint in his eyes told Robin that he would rather be doing anything but smiling. He was a tall man around his mid twenties with black-rimmed glasses that obscured the keen sharpness of his dark eyes, usually energetic and lively even with an endless amount of work that he was forced to oblige himself to. He was one of the only officials who had bothered to befriend her — she remembered him clearly because of his striking raven black hair and amiable demeanour and eccentric personality. In the beginning the way how overly dramatic and outgoing he’d been been a little irking but… it hadn’t taken much time for her to realise the genuineness of the official’s spirit.
Robin only quirked her eyebrow at him in response to the faint twinge of amusement she felt at his words and worry. “What about knives and guns and bombs?” She slipped her jacket over her arms and straightened some of the wrinkles on her clothing before glancing back over at Juan, who was lightly tapping his lips using the tip of his pen. “Well, you see, with your ice-freezing powers knives and guns and bombs you can just go and…” She eyed him with her eyebrow still raised. He gave up, rolling his eyes and sighing while massaging his temples. “Oh, fine, I’m just worried, okay?”
“It’s all right, Juan, I’ll be fine. You just have to let it go.”
She saw the tall man smile quite darkly. “Hm? What’s that? Did I just hear a very bad joke? Because if I did, you’re getting double the missions you have right now, Robin.”
“What bad joke? I didn’t make a reference to anything.” She was bantering with him like this, but… truth to be told, underneath the calm of her gaze, she wasn’t certain of what to think. She’d heard of the chaos that followed this young man and his exploits, how feared he was amongst many. Whenever he was mentioned his name seemed to be uttered quietly, and briefly. He was wanted everywhere, this mysterious fire man — uncontrolled, terrible. A murder, she’d heard some whisper. Again, she felt the faint pressure around her head as she tried to recall how he’d looked like from her dreams, and decided against it. It was never good to have a headache just before a mission. And besides, horrible or not, he was still another person, wasn’t he? “Hey, Juan, can I ask you something?”
“Hm? It’d better not be related to a pun or I’ll—"
“It isn’t, I promise.”
He looked over at her curiously, stilling the pen in his hand. He rested his chin upon the back of his propped up hand and indicated for her to go on. She drew in a small breath. “What are they going to do to him if I manage to bring him back?” It was a little difficult to read the emotion hidden behind Juan’s eyes — he looked troubled. Convicted. He seemed to think for a while with his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pressed into a small frown. “I don’t know. They haven’t told me much, either.”
After eyeing the much older man for a while longer, Robin lowered her head, her eyes narrowed in thought. “I… see.” Did he really not know? He was a part of the government in some way, and held onto a good amount of power from what she understood. She wasn’t unaware of the fact that they were hiding things from here — bits and pieces she didn’t know. She couldn’t remember her family, her real name, or what had happened to her before she’d ended up staying with these people. But even with the harsh consequences and gruelling training she had to endure, it had, over the year, become the only place she was familiar with. The only place she could call home. And the people around herself — Juan, Jack, Elizabeth, Janett, all intelligent, loving, stubborn, and over-protective — were the only people she could call family. Swivelling around, she lightly placed her hand over the doorknob to his office and paused. Deciding against the words that rested on the tip of her tongue, she pushed the door open and took a step out of Juan’s office.
This man… she’d used to only hear about him. But now, he was her target.
She would meet him soon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 22:21:09 GMT -5
{Ahh I'm so sorry it took all day for me to reply! I went shopping and driving and stuff. Busy day for me. And omg Re:Zero is SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!! It's still ongoing, currently on episode 20. I have to admit I've cried during it more than once lol. Also, I'm absolutely hooked on Voltron. ^-^ Omg yasss welcome to the gore squad! I'm glad I'm not the only one, hehe. Oh yeah Phoenix Wright, I watched episode one but I'm like watching so many things right now that I can't keep track, aha. And your starter is the best! <3 I love your writing style. ^^ I'm trying to be more descriptive with my writing and put in more detail and make it longer, but it's hard. </3 I hope everything makes sense down there lol. Oh yes I'm glad you're excited about this! :3 Also, I love your ideas! I would love to follow it and see where it leads us.  } All Lucifer Crowley had ever known was fire, destruction, hatred, and regret. Lucifer had once been a normal guy, living a normal life. Wake up, eat, run some errands, eat, obey all the laws and be a good person, be productive, eat, sleep, repeat. Now it was the complete and utter opposite. Oh, the things he would give to have a normal life back. He lived in constant fear and depression. Barely eating or sleeping. The poor guy didn't ever feel safe or even happy anymore. His life was a living hell, to say the least. Literally. It was ironic how his parent's chose the name 'Lucifer' for their child. It didn't have any meaning or connection to the devil or anything, it was just a name. But little did they know, he had the power over fire and would end up as a dangerous wanted criminal around the entire world. People wanted to use him as a tool for future wars, to experiment on him and make him the perfect human. As time passed and Lucifer grew older, his parents started drinking and arguing, getting into fight after fight. That was when his life took a turn for the worst. Anyway; his parents grew distant, their lives seemingly miserable. Why? He would never know. The arguing turned violent after some time, and fights broke out in the house. Lucifer stayed away, but always ended up getting caught in the mess anyway, earning bruises and scars from his stupid drunk parents. After the arguing and fighting finally stopped, he was always the one they used as a punching bag to take their anger out on. Eventually they passed out, and he was the one that had to take care of them, dragging their passed out bodies to their bed. Honestly, he wasn't sure how much more he could take of this all, but he didn't dare disobey his parents, afraid something horrible would happen to him. Not long after the arguing and fights started, his 'normal' life was gone forever. It went like this; his parents were beyond drunk and fighting again, empty bottles littering the house. Their screaming echoed throughout the house and could be heard outside as well. Lucifer was sitting on the couch, staring out the window into the darkness. Everything was relatively the same and Lucifer sighed, knowing he would be unable to avoid his parents no matter what he did. If he went to his room or outside, he'd be in huge trouble. But he knew something was wrong tonight. This time, the fighting was real. Lucifer heard glass shatter and his heart started to race. His parents were using broken glass as weapons, swinging at each other in the kitchen. As Lucifer tried to stop them from any further trouble, he earned a nasty scar on the left side of his face from his eye to his lower cheek and one across his neck. Because of that, Lucifer finally snapped. He lost control of himself and did things he never wanted to. When he regained control over his mind once more, he was surrounded by fire and his parents lying on the ground, motionless and burned. He stood frozen in place, eyes wide in horror. As Lucifer raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, he noticed they were burnt, and realized that he was the one who ended the feud for good. It was true, he was a murderer. Though nobody would ever understand all of this was an accident except him. To this day, he was never able to forget the past or leave it behind. He only carried the burden of being a murderer. After the tragic day he discovered he could control fire, he was traumatized. He still couldn't believe he had ended the life of his parents. It wasn't like him. No, it wasn't me, it was their fault. Or...was it? Lucifer constantly thought, that moment haunting him every single day without missing a beat. During all the time he spent with his pissed off parents, their anger had found its way into his mind and created an unstoppable monster of flames. But he refused to use his powers, not wanting to injure anyone else. He knew the consequences all too well. But he couldn't stop himself forever. Another incident happened on the streets, where some guy robbed something from someone. Trying to be a hero, he took the stolen item back, but the robber pulled a gun on him. Lucifer panicked, causing the air to crack and flames to appear in all directions, leaving innocent people with bad burns and causing some people their lives. He just wanted to be a hero, to use his powers for good. But apparently, that wasn't possible. Fire was only known to be destructive and deadly, it wasn't supposed to be used to help people. The thought of being a hero was probably the stupidest thing he had ever came up with, so he ran. After all, Lucifer was labelled as one of the most wanted people in the world. He ended up as the villain, causing only feelings of hatred and revenge for him. So Lucifer ended up becoming a runaway, started calling himself Luce, and became a thief by stealing things he needed like food and money. It was the only way he could live anymore, sadly. A couple months later he found someone-a friend. He wasn't exactly sure if he was a friend to them though. Anyway, his friend was a girl who could control ice. One who could stop him burning down the city by creating walls of ice. She was able to control her powers much better, however. The girl was the only person he had in his life anymore, the only person he felt that understood him. They made a pretty great team for being complete opposites, since he had fire and she had ice. They were both living on the run, going against the government. But Luce messed up, letting himself get injured. She protected him, but in turn got caught. How was it that he was able to screw everything up so bad? The girl, he had called her ice queen, didn't deserve any of that. He knew it should have been him captured instead. If she was alive or dead, or ok or not, he didn't know. He was determined to see her again though and apologize for being a burden. About a year later after getting caught once for about a month and escaping, he continued to run for his life. To be honest, he couldn't believe he was still on the streets. Luce had taken refuge in an abandoned house with some old torn up furniture. He always felt horrible, having nightmares of those he killed and feeling deep regret when he woke up. But he rarely slept, not wanting to go through the pain again. It was around midnight now, and Luce got off of the couch, standing up. He wore a torn up black hoodie that was singed on the edges from his flames, and some dark jeans that were also not in the best shape. He always kept the hoodie on, self-conscious of his scar. He looked like a mess anyway, since he didn't have the luxury of a comb or anything fancy. His messy black hair stuck out a little from under his hood, but otherwise shadows covered his face from being seen. Luce started walking to the door and pulled his hand from his pocket, opening the door and shutting it with a kick of his foot. He couldn't sleep, so he thought a walk around the park would be nice. The park had always been his favorite place to go after all, before all of that happened. Maybe walking for a while would cool him off, and he would be back to his little 'house' by sunrise. Luce started his little journey to the park, sticking to the shadows and watching out for anyone that could be after him. |
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 14, 2016 23:20:44 GMT -5
( It’s all righhhht! cx aaaa okay okay i shall watch re:zero i’m intrigued now hehe c; it’s okay i cried so many times while watching a lot of different things... angel beats *cough*
voltron? ooo… another anime i haven’t watched…. *puts on searching glasses*
gore squad. we should have a whole team for this.
phoenix wright…. the games are the best. it’s old but…. they did make a kind of new one for the 3ds. the anime is just funny if you know the game ><
oh my goodness thank youuuuuu aaaa now i’m blushing halp yesss details are hard to come up with… :/ but i love your writing as it is cc: <3 lol i edit mine all the time. hopefully both of us can improve together as we continue to write heheh cx
waa thank you again!! ;v; i’m typing up a reply right now!! )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 1:07:30 GMT -5
{Oh and I forgot to mention Luce is pronounced 'Loose' in case you were wondering. :3 And I cried to Angel Beats too, that was so sad. RIP my feels. </3 Voltron is more of a cartoon. It's kind of like Power Rangers, and they're in space and they fight evil bad guys while flying in Lions! It sounds pretty weird, but it's actually really good lol. Awww, thanks! I hope we can improve too! And just a heads up, I'll be busy tomorrow because I'm taking my driving test, so I'm not sure when I'll be able to respond.}
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 15, 2016 8:52:05 GMT -5
( gotcha cx loose luce.... ah. i was trying to think of a pun but i couldn't think of one hehe
angel beats man. that just made me bawl my eyes out ;v; the feel train was too great </3
oooo that sounds interesting cx no no i get that. whenever i try to explain something to my friends i'm like: "uh so.. it's about these dead people in a school as high schoolers and it's really funny at first but it has a twist. i know it sounds weird but if you watch it you're gonna love it." and most of them are just really confused xux
yaas! we shall improve ccx
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Aug 15, 2016 9:12:30 GMT -5
The night air was still, only interrupted from time to time by the orchestra of the bugs and the rustling of trees. It felt nice, actually, to be outside and away from all those papers and training grounds where she was often left tired and aching from all the movements and bruises she’d earned from the day (her instructors gave her no leisure time to idly blank off into space). She’d gotten much stronger over the year despite her small build, dodging and hitting her opponents with fearsome accuracy. Given her stature, though, her strongest aspect was her agility and her speed. With her small hands and thin wrists and ankles, she did less damage… that was, unless she had her ice to cover for her. She could feel the slight buzz of power hum in her hands even now as she scanned her surroundings.
Was he really here? In a park? She understood that he’d been sighted several times visiting the place, though she wasn’t certain what made them think that he’d be out here tonight as well. Their only clue had been a witness who’d spotted him a few good minutes ago. If he was here, then there’d be a high chance that she would face him. And for some reason, they’d told her to not wear the usual attire she wore and that she would have to meet him alone if he was in the park. Given the fact that she looked quite normal and not an individual with the ability to manipulate ice in casual clothing, she understood that this was a plan but…
She didn’t really want to ambush him like that. Too many things could go wrong. But she didn’t have enough power to raise her voice against the much higher officials. She was their weapon, and she understood that she worked for them as a mask, almost. She was a prodigy hero who would save the day and sprinkle showers of rainbow across the world. She resisted the urge to massage her temples. She was to be a mascot of some sort. A tool in service for the people, and a tool for the government as they convinced their goodness and warranted their justice through her deeds. In return, whenever she walked through a street, most respected her, treated her as if she was some deity.
The world’s favourite little prodigy.
“How’s everything going, Ms. Young?”
The earpiece sprung to life, and she gently pressed her hand against it when she heard its static pause. She could hear the activity of other workers in Janet’s office in the background.
“I haven’t spotted him yet,” she murmured while lowering her hand next to her side. “I’m looking for him right now.”
“Be careful, Ms. Young,” the woman on the other side of the piece spoke worriedly. “Keep an eye out for him. Contact me if you need any assistance, and we’ll be there in a few moments.” With that, the static cut off.
She was on her own.
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that would be great!)
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