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Dec 15, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
((So,I've almost finished my app. However, my backstory requires some additional insight onto the structure of this modern-day society. As such, I'd like to inquire upon the details of this story's government, and exactly what impact Ul has on it. Sound good?
P.S: Clarification, I mean the social structure, economy, and type of government.))
Dec 13, 2015Mad_Man_In_A_Can posted a message on Fates Divined: Shadows [OOC] [Started, Accepting!!!]Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
So, I have a character idea almost finished. However, I had a question. I know it says they don't get their Divined Weapons at the beginning, but could my character be an exception? The reasoning is the fact that it isn't really something technologically advanced or special, it's simply an object honed by her powers over the years into something classifiable as a Divined Weapon. Does that work?
Dec 11, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
((That sudden drop of quality tho. Also Kumquat, I'll just make the post.))
Oh, New Central has such lovely weather! That's kind of odd, considering the huge scourge of Tainted that had previously run rampant not too long ago. But at the same time, it's to be expected. As the last bits of lemon juice dribbled from the freshly-squeezed lemon held firmly in my grasp, I found myself at peace. And for once, I didn't feel the need to think. To contemplate. I just, [i]was[/i][/i].[i] [/i]And that's all I ever really needed.[/i]
[i][i]I gingerly gripped the glass of lemonade, being careful so as not to spill. My tender grasp swiftly warped into a gentle firmness, accompanied by the soft footsteps of my scuttling feet. Arriving upon the door into Ivan's workplace, I expertly swapped my drink into my other hand, using my cold, moist hand to rotate the knob and enter my favorite room in the entirety of our six-story complex.[/i][/i]
[i][i]Immediately, the tinge of an infantile spark stung my cheek, and I reflexively grabbed protective goggles from the wall, where they placidly lay suspended along small hooks. I crossed through the danger zone towards Ivan with practiced ease, the action being almost subconscious now. And finally, as I peered over his shoulder, the lemonade spilled. A little dribbled down and was quickly soaked into my dress. And while Ivan didn't seem to notice or care, this was quite an annoyance to me.[/i][/i]
[i][i]Putting aside my indignation, I analyzed his work. A diminutive, violet creature rolled around on his table. It cooed, the sparks of newborn curiosity evident in it's mechanical eye. "They're getting better." I said, and it was true. The integration of Tainted traits into Rykov Industries (I think that's the name) was a task we'd been working on for months, one which had been making steady progress.[/i][/i]
[i][i]The idea was simple: Instead of biomatter as a template for the Tainted energy to meld onto, we could use cybernetics instead. This had numerous advantages, mostly in terms of utility, as Tainted devices were far more developed to multiple uses and purposes. It's like the difference between a machete and a pocket knife, except for the pocket knife is actually a machete too, and also a flamethrower and a grenade launcher. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.[/i][/i]
[i][i]"Lemonade?" I queried, prostrating myself to him somewhat so as to put the drink into view. He didn't take his eyes away from his tinkering, instead expertly taking one hand and setting the drink down at the far end of his work area. I smiled appreciately while he closed up a small hatch on the stomach of the creature, apparently finished making alterations.[/i][/i]
[i][i]After setting the small life form down on the table, he looked at me and smiled, his eyes obscured behind his special pair of tinted goggles. "Ready for a test drive?" He asked, the corners of his lips tugging upwards in a mischievous smile. I giggled in response, grabbing the animal of the bench and practically bounding through the door towards the demonstration field. That was our deal of sorts, he'd make stuff and I'd test it's efficiency. He'd generally have somebody else do it, or simply have it tested through combat, but as the Tainted are my forté, he has allowed my expertise in the field to be of use.[/i][/i]
[i][i]He stood off in the distance, a solid thirty meters away, and several feet behind me. His arm pulled up to face his core, and a large evergreen screen projected out of what appeared to be a watch. He nodded slightly, and stated loud and clear "Ready." I nodded, determination overwhelming giddiness as I prepared to battle.[/i][/i]
[i][i]I poured a small bit of magic into the creature, waiting until I could feel the mechanical gauge click into place. I didn't need to wait very long. Almost immediately, the cyborg-ish creature disassembled and reassembled into a long, curved blade clearly emulating a claw. My eyes hardened into focus, all prior stray thoughts all singling in on what was in front of me. My lips drew back into a snarl as I finally leapt into combat.[/i][/i]
[i][i]The weapon had, as far as I knew, fourteen configurations. It really was shocking to see what Ivan could do in just a year. This tech was just a finishing touch away from being mass-produced, along with the perk of being the "it" tech of Rykov Industries. It had huge potential, and it could very well be the last test drive necessary before we start selling these things. It is with those thoughts that I made a decision. The weapon shrank back into an animal as I chucked it through the air towards Ivan. He caught it easily, before looking at me questionably. "You should use it." I said, smiling before leaping out of the general vicinity, towards Ivan's position. "What better way to publicize the impressive capabilities of Rykov Industries than leaking a video of a Rykov murdering a bunch of wooden dummies with our newest, most trending weapon?"[/i][/i]
Dec 1, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
((Alright, I feel the need to clarify something with you. Does the nullification of all those ideas I tossed out there include the stuff I talked about way back when? It was Iris's second IC post, something about the civilization that lived where her species lived before her kind migrated there. I only ask because it doesn't necessarily concern itself with world history, but I still remain uncertain. So, yes or no?))
Once again, I found myself surrounded by future comrades, soldiers, and students. Well, sort of. I was a guest at Brambleton High, the school for the extraordinarily gifted. It was a government funded resort of sorts, where the children who showed a capacity for magic of a certain level, which were then whisked away to a land where their talents could be harnessed to the fullest of their abilities. In truth, the school was all ages under twenty, what with that being the age of magical maturity in MOST people. Some continue to grow for several years past that point.
Most of the graduates of this school would become my students, after a decade or so accumulating additional knowledge. A prominent reason for this is the fact that each student is literally guaranteed to have an Arcolic Capacity of at least 3.2 terrathaums, 325 gigasols, and 50 gigalums. This ensures that they have the capability of becoming a Grand Magus within the first year of training.
Currently, roughly forty students surrounded me, eager looks and curious glances pervading my peripheral, their thirst for knowledge mere moments from being satiated as I mentally prepared today's speech. If you were wondering, the topic is teleportation, and not via portals. It's essentially the linking puzzle piece that connects Physics and Magic, opening the door to grand spells that produce waves or ripples in the fabric of reality itself.
Beyond that, it only gets more and more convoluted. Beyond three-dimensional space, the door opens to the dilation of time itself, or even the manipulation of the strings of fate itself. To change causality, alter the path of the future, and bend probability and possibility to your whims. And even beyond that, changing the actuality of a concept on a separate plane, then opening a door into this totally alien realm, to allow these maddening, truly unknowable ideas and forms.
Stop it Iris! You're getting ahead of yourself. Okay, calm down, start your lesson. Going over the mechanics in my head again, I gathered my charisma and patiently awaited the teacher's introduction. She told them my name, explained the topic, and set up the foundation. As she wrapped up, I opened my lips to start talking.
"As you well know, teleportation is the instantaneous movement between one point in space to another. However, to accomplish it requires more than simply that. Knowledge of higher dimensions, of how to manipulate them, when to stop delving too deep, and how to prevent the creation of a Kugelblitz. Well, that's why I'm here. If you don't already have paper out, get some. This is integral for your future, so listen up."
A few stray eyes finally aligned upon my location, and I allowed a smile to grace my lips. This was teaching. This, was important. One day, I might see one of these faces again. Older, more mature, more powerful, the Golden Years of their lives would possibly be spent training under me. And yet, this joy was accompanied with a misery older than Eternia. While I'd see them in their prime, they would eventually fade away, lost from my clutches. This was the truth of immortality, and I'm strongly of the opinion that the price was too steep. I mean, the last time I tried to date I became so obsessive I abducted him for two weeks. And then he killed himself... So there's that. That's your future, Iris. Alone and detached, yet forced to bear the burdens of those around you. No escaping that. Not until Cetus is born.
Nov 27, 2015Mad_Man_In_A_Can posted a message on Fires on Yggdrasil: Ragnarok RP|Accepting|Not Started|Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
I intend to make an app for this, and I mean that earnestly.
Nov 27, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
This was peaceful. Alone, contained in a facility sturdy enough for me to barre "worrying about the safety of my students" from my to-do-list. A place where I could tinker with my magic, explore the arcane without any repercussions or possibilities of a leak of what I discover. A place just for me, where I could melt away the stress of running THE most specialized arcane fighting force on this half of the world and enjoy just being Iris.
Spiraling fractals of alien geometries and impossible hues rotated aimlessly around me, the sheer force of their complacent movements creating unnatural air patterns, things nature could only dream about. The air was a prismatic blur of opaque shades, a web upon which each individual fractal emanated their respective coloration onto the tangible fabric I inhaled with each and every breath. The maelstrom of nauseating colors was only a non-sequitur to the real action.
The nebula extended a tendril into the pulsating lavender sea of mana around it, a byproduct of my aura. The teal mass of magic reacted violently to the sensation of such an extension, causing it to alternate in form as if it were a chameleon of matter, constantly changing to suit it's environment. The fog of my exertion chortled out a deluge of pure energy droplets, each erupting into a jagged spire of frozen intent. Morose strings of ebony lavisciously ascended from the peak of each pillar, forming a net of darkness that encumbered the area in the shadow of oblivion.
This didn't last long.
An infinitesimal ripple of light disturbed the tranquil array, before reverberating back in the same direction, twice as large. As this process repeated itself time and time again, the rate of acceleration followed suite, eventually leading to the illusion of a stormy sky, illuminated by bolts of lightning and the echoes of thunder. The build-up created tension in the night-sky, which subsequently caused an ethereal pressure and more importantly, heat. As we all know, magic likes to manifest heat in one particular way.
The placid emulation of the night sky shattered at once, a large crack in the apparently solid substrate of the ceiling quickly destabilizing the placid barrier. Thousands upon thousands of minuscule crystalline chunks rained from the broiling heavens, draining the recently liberated light like porous facets of the shadow of existence. As each infantile bread-crumb sized fragment collided with the cold metallic floor, each erupted into a deep violet flame. The rough plinths of glacial mana instantly liquefied once more, eerily drifting towards the ceiling as if possessed.
The flames ravenously consumed the lavender miasma, spreading like a disease before ultimately surrounding my vision. The incomprehensible fractals shot out of the protection of the neon maelstrom, each one repulsing the embers as if they were two magnets of opposite poles. They collided with the walls soundlessly, melding into the alloy and burrowing. Each simultaneously clicked, before expanding into identical crystalline shapes, still utterly indescribable. From each expanded a wave of complex runes, slithering outward as if a horde of serpents.
As these symbols became obscured behind the rapidly reconstituting mass of fire, bulbous tendrils of neon started lashing out with the alacrity of an incapacitated animal trying to escape. The markings on the walls connected to each other with a resounding flash of energy, which snuffed the flames out as easily as if I were blowing out a candle. The snaking appendages of the rapidly rotating storm of color surrounding me receded as if burnt, before rapidly expanding outwards. It was as if a bubble had popped.
The gas condensed against the walls, the arcane etchings releasing the occasional pulse of energy, which then echoed throughout the constituency with extraordinary might. A brane of gelatin rabidly enshrouded the cloud under itself, the ethereal emanations of the markings reaching a zenith, before collapsing all of the varying shades and hues into a singularity of pitch black.
The room was mostly empty now, and I found myself building up willpower for what came next. Even though I couldn't see my arm, I extended it and created a ball of cyan light. Immediately the room was illuminated, and immediately I whimpered softly. The outline of hands and faces pushed against the membrane, the screams of writhing children and grief-ridden mothers filling my mind, regardless of the eerie silence in the room. They pushed harder, now. Wave upon wave of humanoid figures clawed against the walls, desperately trying to free themselves.
I easily stifled the brief panic I felt rising inside me. This was anticipated, after all. Momentarily turning my attention away from the madness-inducing walls, I started jotting down notes. It's a shame the dimensional boundaries weren't harder to bypass. I mean, it took me just a single year! I've accomplished less astonishing things in hundreds of times that much time.
The spark of an idea tickled my psyche. Pausing my incessant writing, I add a note to the side. This would certainly be a topic of confusion if I ever taught the technique to somebody else. The spell I just crafted DOES NOT bring one to the entrance of Hell. No, that'd be too easy. It calculates your coordinates on this plane (the fractals), then ejects you from this plane into the one directly adjacent to it (lavender flames). It replicates the coordinates onto this new level of three-dimensional space (the runes), then transposes you into the plane you desire to enter (neon bubble popping). Finally, it creates a small indentation in the spacial fabric, creating a one-way mirror of sorts (black membrane). This allows you to observe, without the threat of the inhabitants coming to kill you. However, you can still exit the membrane, enter the plane, re-enter the membrane, then return to your native plane of existence.
I had used it to enter Hell, but it could in theory be used to enter Aer as well. Not to mention any other undiscovered layers of reality. If I were to unveil the spell to the magical community, they'd be astounded! I'd receive prizes, notoriety, fame, glory... Shame I don't need any of those things. Oh well, I guess it'll just be my little secret. The flickering orb of incandescent light imploded outward, briefly removing my eyesight. When my vision returned, I was back in the warehouse, all evidence of my arcane incursion there missing. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop myself from giggling a bit. I always get a bit of a high whenever I push the boundaries of known magic.
Well, my work is done. I'll need to record the instructions, in case I get hit with another wave of memory loss. One of the bad things about being immortal, I guess. Well, one of a LOT of bad things about immortality. Don't trail off into a tirade, Iris. Maintaining my composure, I teleported away.
Nov 19, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
As the passenger door smoothly slid open, I deftly leapt from my current seat. Vlad followed shortly after, calmly exiting with his usual enigmatic ways. Our exit had been preceded by a small pack of hounds, whether biological or mechanical I couldn't quite tell. I bore witness to what amounts to a magical battle, arcane forces colliding in the air with vicious bolts of energy. Or, I guess just "bolt". Very anticlimactic.
Nov 18, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
((Earnestly, I don't understand why nobody has posted. THREE DAYS since I last posted, and several before that since Ninja posted. I doubt everybody is suddenly busy, so I'd like to inquire as to why no activity has been made.))
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