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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 3, 2023 10:32:44 GMT -5
Jump-in Event RP:
All characters (human, cat, neither) are welcome. This thread will be locked-down on September 30th, where a new, October themed one will pop up. This one will not be pinned like that one, but rather just serve as a chill lead up to that if anyone wants to part-take in this. ^^
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Blurb:
Your characters are stuck in a low fog and can't seem to find your way out. There is difficulty in seeing where you are going and you're not quite sure where everyone is. Will you make a new friend or will someone step on your toes.
Find out ...
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The Rules:
Do whatever with this prompt that you like.
Create as large or as small of interactions within this RP thread as you would like! There are no word limits.
This thread will close September 30th. There are no prizes, but the time limit is meant to test what a short and special RP session might look like!
Have fun!
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 8, 2023 20:25:48 GMT -5
Daniel stops walking in order to take a break and to try and get idea of where he was going. He didn't know how long he had been walking but the moonlight made it feel like hours. He woke up in this place with no relocation of how he got there. For a moment he wondered if this was limbo but he didn't feel dead.
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Sept 9, 2023 20:14:19 GMT -5
Naji glanced around, his eye narrowing in annoyance. He had been walking in circles, usually he could navigate just fine, especially with the forest back home, that one he knew like the back of his hand, even in harsh weather. But here, it was like he couldn't tell what direction was what. Heaving a sigh he dug in his vest pocket pulling out his pocket watch, checking the time. Flipping face face back behind the cover and putting it away, choosing to spin out an arrow as he walked, his other hand gripped at the bow. As he walked he kept his ears trained around as he walked determined to not let anything get a drop on him.
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Post by Hushabye on Sept 10, 2023 16:11:47 GMT -5
<< Merowich is a young brunet of average height and svelte build. He appears human but for pointed ears and the large Polyphemus Moth wings that sprout from his back, as well as his fuzzy russet antennae and the soft white fur ruff that protects his neck. While he typically wears modern streetwear in colors that complement his wings, he's also seen with pointed witch's hats in varying shades. His features are androgynous, as is his voice at first listen. Mero has a warm, soothing voice and speaks with a transatlantic accent. << Blanche Offenbach usually scales to the size of your average porcelain doll but can grow to 5' at most. His voice is light and whisper-soft with a fairly thick French accent; every other word echoes as if he's speaking from within a cavernous space. -- "Hm hm, my, it seems that our location spells cannot find a point to lock onto either." Merowich crooks his fingers and idly twirls the index, a trail of golden sparkles following the movement. It is the only glimpse of light in this place of perpetual fog, thick and cool. Would-be cloying if there were any true scent to it. His normally fluffy hair has become uncomfortably damp at this point, exacerbated by earlier attempts to fly out. He can check another escape attempt off his ever-shortening list. Mero clicks his tongue and runs a hand through warm copper hair to keep it from curling into his pensive face. "If my magic cannot penetrate it, then it must be more than magic. The Path I must walk then." He snaps his fingers, "Were we not called on for aid in this...general direction? Perhaps this is less of an obstacle and more of a catalyst, yes~?" His words go unanswered for some time, the porcelain doll huddling against his boots looking on with wide empty eyes. "I...I suppose so." "Then it must be so! Blanche, be a doll-" "I can't be more of one than I already-" "-and bottle more of this fog for me, please. I can sense other beings- trapped within, presumably- which means our purpose is to be found." His antennae wave with excitement, a slight flutter to his wings. "Don't you worry, we'll be home in no time at all~" |
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Post by Brownie on Sept 10, 2023 20:05:55 GMT -5
Ember34Her head hurt. She thought that dying might cure her headache--sleep deprecation? allergies? who knew what caused this one--because, well, shouldn't dying cure everything? It's not like she could get any more dead... and she had to be dead. "Because this is either purgatory or London," she muttered, waving her hands into the fog. It made eddies around her fingers, thick as smoke. The silence was deafening. At first, Hailey didn't want to move. The fog was a cage, a wall, and she couldn't see farther than a few meters in any direction. Somewhat irrationally, she didn't want to get lost: this patch of fog was, at least, a known quantity. She understood that once she set off, she'd have no point of reference, no way to navigate back to this specific area again. That fear kept her still. At least, for a few moments, until she'd looked at everything there was to look at in the grey and got bored. She picked a direction and pushed forward. It was an odd illusion, the fog. It appeared a solid wall of grey, but no matter how far she walked, she never actually got any closer. The distance she could see remained the same: a few square meters of dim, blurry grey. So Hailey walked, and walked, and other than her pulsing headache and burning legs, didn't feel like she was making any progress at all. "Edit: this isn't purgatory, it's definitely hell," she finally said, if only to break the silence pushing down on her. "I think I'd rather have the fire and brimstone to nebulous grey infinities."
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Sept 10, 2023 20:54:25 GMT -5
Naji was growing more frustrated as he was walking, had he passed that tree with the broken branch before? At this point, it felt like he might just be going in circles, that had to be the only explanation to explain how he was still in this saint-forsaken fog. Shaking his head he kept to the path that he had chosen, occasionally his eye would squint trying to make up what was around him. He perked slightly, before growing tense once more hearing a voice. The man carefully drew the bow from his shoulder, and strung the arrow, as he advanced further. There he would see a woman, or maybe a girl, it was hard to tell from where he was, as she too was trying to advance in the fog. It provided some slight comfort to know that he wasn't the only one seemingly trapped in this forest of fog. However it also begun to raise other questions in him: Did she know how she had gotten here? How many other people were here? What intentions did she have? Watching her for a few more heartbeats, or whatever it was his heart did, he never truly bothered to care to look into what exactly it did ever since he made a pact with that shadow walker those many years ago. But from his observations she at least didn't pose a threat. Removing the arrow, he moved to approach the other. "Well if this is hell, I have to say I am greatly disappointed in it," he said, his voice remaining steady, hoping that it wouldn't get a bullet shot at him or worst-case scenario a punch to the face. He hoped that neither occurred, but he wouldn't exactly blame her if she did. { Brownie} |
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Post by Brownie on Sept 10, 2023 22:40:18 GMT -5
Ember34It is human nature to find patterns. She'd probably picked up that tidbit in a required psychology class somewhere, or maybe something on tiktok. Either way, she knew that she was imagining most of the sounds and impressions in the fog. Her echoed footsteps became stalking tigers, swirls of wind twisted the fogbank into ghosts of shapes lurking just outside her vision. She knew the threats were in her own imagination, but that didn't stop Hailey from turning and flinching every time she thought she felt eyes watching her from beyond the fog. So when a person emerged, she nearly leaped out of her skin. Biting back a scream, the sound that emerged was more of a strangled cough. For a few moments, she froze, taking in the stranger as he emerged from the fog--wait did he have a bow? And a vest? Hailey laughed as the adrenaline spike crashed as quickly as it arrived, a wave of relief to have found someone else wandering in the fog. "Oh, thank Christ. I thought I was gonna be alone forever," she said. The longer she looked at the newcomer's weapon, the more she started to think that it was real. Who carried a bow nowadays? Especially one without like, a lot of pulleys and scope sights? "That really is a sick cosplay. Sucks you must have died in it, though."
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Sept 11, 2023 10:38:52 GMT -5
{ Brownie} It wasn't like it was the first time someone thought what he was wearing was a cosplay, the man looked like someone who had stepped out the the early 1900's, despite looking no older than 26, wearing a vest, a white button shirt, and dress pants. The most modern thing that one could say about him being his hairstyle and the hiking-styled boots he was wearing. Emi had nagged him constantly about how he needed to modernize himself, as she put it 'You look like a grandpa.' But to him this type of style was comfortable, and after almost 100 years of wearing this style, he tended to stick to what he was comfortable with. He was glad that the other person hadn't done anything too severe, albeit the cough she gave was fairly concerning. "Well there are always worse things to die in," he said with a shrug. "Though if it's true I'm dead I'd love to know how it happened." Mainly due to how long he had lasted, but he at least hoped it was something cool and not embarrassing, he'd never live it down if it was something as lame as falling down a hill and hitting his head on a rock. He knew the last thing he could recall before finding himself here, that he had been out hunting. With the reports of a ravage beast terroizing the town he lived near, he had chosen to see what it could be. Granted of course the police chief had put out a reward for anyone that could kill the beast, which was enough to garner his interest in the matter. But if he had died, perhaps the beast had killed him? Observing the other with thought, he slid the arrow back into it's quiver. "Any idea if it's possible to get out of purgatory? Or are you just stuck in it?" |
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Cryptid-X
Dungeons and Dragons and Dragons and Dungeons and Dungeons and Dragons and Demons and Dungeons and
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Post by Cryptid-X on Sept 15, 2023 2:21:43 GMT -5
Hushabye >> Beacon: A 7'2" pitch black mothfolk with red eyes that seem to almost glow against the dark fur of their face. Their antennae are long, giving even more to their unnerving height, and two large wings with red circle and moon shaped patterns sprout from their back. They have two sets of arms, each only having three fingers. The clothing Beacon wears in rather nice looking and consists of a dark grey vest over a long yet poofy sleeved lighter grey shirt, pale colored gloves cover their hands, and dark pants disappear into a lovely pair of black knee high boots. To complete their look they have a softly glowing lamp hanging at their hip that seems to almost ease the otherwise terrifying image. Though the ease the lamp causes might only last until Beacon speaks, as their voice might be soothing but telepathy is not something most people are used to.
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How they had ended up here was anyone's guess. One moment they were at his bedside, listening to another story of the desert across the sea, and the next they were lost in a foggy forest they couldn't recognize. At first they had considered that they were back home in the Feywild somehow, but the theory was quickly thrown away once they realized the lack of magical nature around them. Then again perhaps it was just a form of magic they didn't recognize? After all, how else could they have gotten to this place?
Regardless of the how or why, Beacon was here now and the least they could do was try to bring some light to this dim place. As they wandered in relative silence, the sound of twigs underfoot being their only companion, it became aware to them that there might be others here. No, not might. There were others here. Their antennae twitch slightly, picking up on the sounds of voices not too far off. A pair. Well then, time to go say hello!
It took another moment or two for Beacon to locate the owners of the voices, the invisible grin on their face pitching upwards at the sight. The forest had been terribly lonely until now.
'Hello!' Beacon calls, their voice calmly projected into the... well they weren't sure if their voice could reach the small doll like being but they would try nonetheless. 'Do you two happen to know where we are? It seems I may be lost.'
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Post by Hushabye on Sept 16, 2023 21:25:50 GMT -5
<< Cryptid-X
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Merowich senses them before he hears them- antennae picking up the motion of a much larger being traversing the mist in an eastern direction. Blanche rides on his shoulder, unable to keep up with his expeditious stride, and so he lightly places a gloved hand on the doll's downy pearlescent hair to steady him as he turns to face the newcomer. There is no ill intent to be found, yet he stiffens for a moment when an admittedly pleasant voice is projected into his mind. Unexpected telepathy is something that he hasn't experienced since he was still learning magic with his brother, but it doesn't take him long to take it in stride. This place has an 'anything can happen' type of air to it but he's more exhilarated than frightened. Blanche manages that aspect quite well~
Luminous red eyes come into view first, appearing to float through the fog like those of a spectre's. Not far below them sways a lantern that burns defiantly against the murky environs but it can only illuminate so much. There's a glimpse of shiny boots and the swish of dark pants before a seven foot mothfolk fully emerges from the clinging fog.
A...mothfolk? Well, that could be expected! One point toward fae shenanigans, then~
His resting face is normally one of serenity- soft eyes and a mild tilt to his plush mouth- but it becomes much more animated at the familiar shape of neatly folded wings much like his own. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes~!" Merowich outright beams, making his way closer with a lightness in his step.
"I'm afraid that we're just as lost, but our chances are much better with a new friend to help conjure up a solution~"
Merowich tips back the wide brim of his hat to grin up at them, "I am Merowich and this is Blanche-"
"H-hello..." The doll shyly waves a porcelain hand.
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Cryptid-X
Dungeons and Dragons and Dragons and Dungeons and Dungeons and Dragons and Demons and Dungeons and
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Post by Cryptid-X on Sept 21, 2023 15:08:02 GMT -5
>> Hushabye "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes~!"
Beacon pauses, blinking a few times at the beaming smile and almost taken aback by just how welcoming this stranger was, most accustomed to fear than joy at their presence. Maybe it was the fact that they shared a similar lineage, something Beacon notes as they take in the appearance of the young mage in front of them, or the magical nature of him. Either way it was an absolute joy to be greeted with with kindness for a change.
"The pleasure is all mine, Merowich and Blanche." The tall figure bows slightly before straightening back up, a pair of hands clasps gently in front of them. "My name is Beacon. While I am joyed to have met you it is a shame that it is under such circumstances." And it wouldn't be the first time this happened either. Why did Beacon always meet the kindest people when things were not right? Ah well, not much to be done about it!
"However, you are correct! Working with others makes a task easier! Now the real question is where do we start?" Red eyes roam around the fog and trees surrounding them, taking in what details they could of the area. There wasn't much and the lack of light was unsettling to say the least. |
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