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    posted a message on Iceinfly's Multi-Genre Interest Check [Open to Suggestions]

    Sounds good. I'll be waiting in anticipation until then ^_^

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    posted a message on EvolutionTrue [Cell] [Abstract RP] [OOC/IC] [Postponed Indefinitely][Not Accepting]

    STR-526179 watched as it split itself into two, its cosy home now under the care of the two of them. With some delicious plant food collected at the shelter, they now had the urge to do other things, and proceeded to start by getting smarter and learning communication and speed. This would help in understanding one another, and thus strengthening bonds between them. After this, feeling a sense of pride in their endeavours and hard work, they danced happily once again to celebrate.

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    posted a message on EvolutionTrue [Cell] [Abstract RP] [OOC/IC] [Postponed Indefinitely][Not Accepting]

    STR-526179 watched the tinier clones of the large red creature float around with a sense of curiousity. It had the strange feeling to find out more about them, despite the plausible ramifications of such actions. Yet, it refrained from getting too close to the other creatures for now, as their intentions might not have been as good and well meant as it assumed. Either ways, STR-526179's attention was quickly caught by some plants which looked particularly appetising. It seemed to go quite a distance, and this had encouraged it to then begin building a vent home. The shelter it had created was noticeably safe due to the small rapids created, and also felt noticeably and comfortably warmer to it.


    Still feeling slightly energised, it went on to conduct a happy dance of sorts as it collected some food.

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    posted a message on EvolutionTrue [Cell] [Abstract RP] [OOC/IC] [Postponed Indefinitely][Not Accepting]

    STR-526179 was slightly wary of the large organism which had planted itself in some soil next to the jar. It was, after all, part of natural instincts to be afraid of things larger than you. It implied that it was something stronger than you, and stronger creatures tended to exploit smaller and weaker ones. Still feeling determined and full of energy after consuming a flake however, STR-526179 decided to explore the jar, before only building a vent home for shelter.

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    posted a message on EvolutionTrue [Cell] [Abstract RP] [OOC/IC] [Postponed Indefinitely][Not Accepting]

    ((I'm very sorry that I can't read up on everything today, as I'm very low on time. I'll just be making a quick decision first and coming back to this tomorrow. I've also changed the name of the creature, since it hasn't been said yet anyways.))


    STR-526179 was alive, and even though it barely knew the concept of the term 'alive', it had an urge to continue this sensation. It felt slightly cold in the jar, but it seemed to counter this fairly well enough for it to feel comfortable. However, upon hearing that something large was moving below it, it's instincts bellowed for it to leave the area and find safety elsewhere. As the outside was relatively unknown to it however, it decided to eat a delicious flake first, just in case it proved to be harder to survive outside the jar.

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    posted a message on Iceinfly's Multi-Genre Interest Check [Open to Suggestions]

    The Maze sounds like a pretty fun idea that I'd definitely take part in if expanded upon further.

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    posted a message on EvolutionTrue [Cell] [Abstract RP] [OOC/IC] [Postponed Indefinitely][Not Accepting]

    ((This looks interesting; if you're still accepting, here's my app:))


    Specimen #: STR-526179
    Temp: Boiling
    Colour: Chartreuse
    # of Eyes: 5

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    posted a message on The Price of Dystopia [OOC] [Accepting]

    Just a bump and a notice.

    This RP will be kept alive by me as long as another person is still interested. Therefore, anyone can still make an application.

    Those who've already been accepted, just head to the IC thread and I will respond as such.

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    posted a message on The Key to the Soul [IC]

    "Well, feel free to say as long as you want. I don't usually have people here anyways.", Tetra noted as she scratched the back of her head as she saw Eide get a bit excited before returning back to being curious. The circumstances of her amnesia were certainly a bit strange, but there was really nothing she could've done about it right now. Now that I think about it, I've yet to do any biological examination on a creature's brain before... Tetra quickly pushed away the peculiar thought(and would maybe leave it for another day), before returning back to the current situation. Maybe going out will help in ringing a few bells?


    "Hmm, say Eide, since I've got really nothing to do at the moment, do you wanna go fishing?", the idea offered wasn't exactly an activity that Tetra found very interesting, but she figured that she needed to go outdoors a bit more, if not to at least just stretch her legs. In all honesty, she might've already forgotten as to how long she's been staying in her workshop. Especially since she completely closed the windows in the room she was working in, she could've technically completely worked through the night and into the day without even noticing. She did have a few naps, but even then they probably only lasted for an hour.


    Might as well get some sunlight...

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    posted a message on The Price of Dystopia [OOC] [Accepting]

    A short note, the RP will be accepting characters until the introduction starts to really get going. By then, it will be closed until the next arc or break begins.

    Either ways, any of the accepted, feel free to enter the bar in the IC thread(the guard will let you in).

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    posted a message on The Key to the Soul[OOC][ACCEPTING!]

    Hmm, I might be a bit stuck right now in terms of how to bring this forwards.

    Interested in a short trip to the market or fishing Sol?

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    posted a message on The Price of Dystopia [OOC] [Accepting]

    Cyra stood above a tall tower, staring into the infinite abyss which was the night sky. Most of Trion was asleep at this point, and very few people stirred around at this time. The nights only had a few stars twinkling in the black infinity of space, which was a particularly beautiful sight. However, she hadn't come up here to do stargazing. The Syndicate had ordered the death of one of the highest ranking leaders in a small but rising gang known as the Invisible Terror. From what she knew, they were relatively new in this area and had a small falling out with the regime, with the authoritarian government taking a bigger liking to another group named the Rotax Brotherhood. As expected, they weren't about to cancel their relationship through an official contract, and would much rather prefer a 'preemptive strike'. Heh, euphemisms.


    As she then set a small black metallic briefcase down next to the edge of the roof, it was opened up, revealing a small myriad of parts of which Cyra got to assembling as calmly as one would expect someone of her stature to do. The woman put it together in a seemingly natural way; however, if asked she would refer to it more as an instinct instead of a memorised procedure. Before the Syndicate took over, Cyra had recently started working for the local military, having already worked as a sniper for other planetary governments before she signed up to assist in the forces here. When the new dictatorship installed itself, Cyra went on with it, as unlike most, she understood that there wasn't really anything that she could do to resist them. They had an overwhelmingly large army of soldiers already available, most of them more loyal to the money they received rather than the group itself.


    Even as she examined the assembled sniper rifle, she still thought through the current circumstances. No, it was still too early. The chance to get out of this prison they called the Arcturus System hadn't presented itself yet. Being an opportunist of sorts, Cyra would wait. If there was one thing human history had taught her, it was that all forms of governments eventually fall. All empires' reigns eventually end. There was no stopping it. It was only a simple matter of time.


    She lied down onto the grey tiled floor of the roof, quickly getting a full grip of her black sniper rifle, the smooth weapon quickly becoming an extension of her. And with how much Cyra has trained with this kind of firearm, it might as well have been in the literal sense. Her eyes looked through the scope, zooming in onto a street that the government had specified for her to lock on. After pushing some of her blonde and messy hair back and adjusting the red tinted goggles which hung from her neck, the sniper stayed completely still, other than a few movements of the weapon itself as she steadied it.


    Nearly 30 minutes passed, and she still remained as tense and concentrated as ever. It was then when she saw a group of men in some suits walk out of what looked like a building which had been closed down, with one man in the middle of the gang catching her attention in just a half of a second. A black haired man in a grey suit. Within another second, a leader of the Invisible Terror fell to the ground, with the only evidence left behind being the blood which had splattered onto the surprised thugs.


    Unlike others, Cyra had already grown to numb herself to the experience. Whilst she might've been a lot different in the beginning, she had already been doing this for decades, and if she had stopped to think about the moral consequences of her actions for just one second, she would most likely currently be in a grave rather than on a roof. This wasn't to say that she didn't have morals, but in all honesty, morality was subjective. A man-made term. What needs to be done needs to be done. With a single sigh, she began to disassemble the gun and kept it in her briefcase, before leaving as composedly as she had arrived to the scene.

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    posted a message on The Price of Dystopia [OOC] [Accepting]
    Quote from DirtDog»

    Wait, is the "Red" in the freshly posted IC thread supposed to be Maggie "Red" Rue? Not a problem if so, just need a heads up. I can tweak the direction of the storyline I have down now and it'd work just as good as a flashback leading up to the events you have set there now.


    There are also some small discrepancies with how you described her physically if she is indeed one in the same...


    Nope, it's a different person, sorry for the confusion.

    Either ways, I've edited her nickname.

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    posted a message on The Price of Dystopia [OOC] [Accepting]
    Quote from Angel_Candynext
    There, I fixed it, I hope I did it right! ^~^




    Mishiro seems to be a girl who is not afraid to speak. It often seems like she doesn't have any manners and doesn't think before speaking or actions. She won't take no for an answer and clearly knows whats she wants. She likes to joke around and tries to make the best out of life. This girl is not someone who shares her true feelings with other that easily, keeping them for herself even if it breaks her on the inside. She looks strong, happy and full of life and she often gives the impression she doesn't care about anything and nothing can hurt her but she just doesn't want others to bother with her problems. Her sometimes rude and loud personality makes het look a little boyish but also often gets her in a lot of trouble. She is always looking for adventure and a way to get out of the prison the people live in, even if it will kill her. Some people won't like Mishiro because she always speaks out her thoughts which can sometimes be hurtful but really doesn't mean it in a bad way. When you get to know her better you will find out that everything she does is ment good and that she is actually really friendly.




    The night was slowly coming and the sky was somewhat beautiful from all of the stars out there, and, there was this young girl, looking up at the sky, with her father next to her, telling her some information about this 'Arc League' she's gonna go to. To be honest, she was not even that interested, but it did sound amusing to her, she girl looked at her father with a bright smile. "Is there anything else I could tell you about the Arc League, Mishiro?"

    Mishiro was kind of bored, so she shaked her head as a no, and got up, walking towards the garage, she was working on a project, she was pretty exhausted but continued working, it looked like a helicopter ... but better looking and it probably had some new features. "Hmmm ..." she then stopped and looked around the garage, trying to find something. "Where is it ...?" She thought to herself. "Great ... Now I can't find it ..." She sighed and just needed to put the old helicopter apart and just used the piece from there. "I hope this will work ..." She then putted the part to where it belongs. "There ...! I'm done!" She shouted in excitment, but she then felt something ... it was like someone was watching her.

    Mishiro then looked around, and found some camera in the corner of theroom. "Hm ...?" She was pretty confused but got up to it and desabled it then continued her work. "Creepy ..." she said to herself. She then looked around herself, pretty confused. But continued with her work, happily.

    Accepted.
    The IC thread is now up.

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    posted a message on The Price of Dystopia [IC] [Accepting]

    Introduction
    Fixing the World


    It was a particularly depressing day for Trion. Crest itself, while already high up in the sky, didn't appear to get rid of the gloom which was held over the city. The town had a despondent aura emanating from it, and with a glance, it seemed like it warned off any weary traveller hoping to seek refuge. The edges of the desert city were dilapidated, with huge vehicles parked and abandoned next to small rustic buildings. And yet, one would describe it as eerily quiet. Silent. All that could be heard by a man standing up above a watchtower was perhaps the beginning of a small sandstorm.


    He sat himself down at the edge of the small tower, adjusting his old and weathered scarf as he did so. A dreary sigh was let out, and a cigarette was taken out of his pocket, before he lit it up with a small and aged fire lighter. Examining the huge scenery in front of him gave a view of the Great Barren, a huge landmass of desert, which contained seemingly nothing else but trouble. A clan of thugs known as the Dust Beetles have made their home there and have been expanding their territory and influence much more confidently since the Syndicate fell. They weren't as much of a major threat back then, but were now certainly something to always be wary of.


    The watchman grabbed hold of a pair of binoculars resting beside him on the metallic surface, looking through it and scanning the area as he did so. Whilst the Rotax Brotherhood had been of much trouble recently, harassing the inhabitants of Trion, the Dust Beetles were a lot more bloodthirsty and, one could argue, insane. If they'd manage to capture the city, it'd be a massacre beyond imagination. There would be no prisoners that day for sure. And it has been one of the things the Arc League has been constantly on their toes about, a heavy surprise attack from the clan, as unlikely as some members had said. Yet, the gang had lost their minds a long time ago, which was probably the main reason they were booted into the desert, and they weren't exactly the first person you'd like to trifle with.


    Looking up into the orange skies, he pressed onto a device already placed in his ear, reporting to it in a monotone before once again keeping his eyes on the endless expanse of sand which laid beyond the city.




    In a virtually deserted suburb of the city lied a small bar. On the outside, it wasn't much to behold. The windows had been barricaded with wooden boards(much like the surrounding houses), and the neon sign placed outside looked like it hasn't functioned for years. The bolted door was a metallic one, albeit most likely locked up, it had a man dressed in some average equipment guarding the entrance. It wasn't much, but he held what looked like an assault rifle, and most would definitely keep away at the sight of that, especially with the recent paranoia that has been prevalent in Trion due to the Brotherhood.


    Managing to get past him would give you a much different view of the establishment however. Whilst the pub was still not as glamorous as one would expect a pub to be in the 72nd century, it was most certainly a relatively well kept one once one considered the current state of affairs Trion was going through. The bar had a slick and grey metallic floor, with walls that were about the same colour, but not as smooth, while light came from some machinery embedded in the ceiling. Old and slightly rusted lockers were placed in a corner, while a few tables littered the room, with a few people sitting at them and making some small conversations.


    This was the Arc League's headquarters, and as unimpressive as it might've looked like from the outside, it would be the command centre of the group. Recently established a few months ago with a comparatively small number of members, they were now ready and much more willing to accept new recruits. The campaign found a few notable people, and they've just recently been contacted and told to come to the address given, with a postscript making it very clear that they must not be followed here at all costs.


    A woman dressed in what looked like a worn out brown leather jacket, a black shirt, and a set of cactus green pants was sitting at a metallic table, highly occupied by the huge amounts of files, blueprints, and maps which laid before her. She was known to most as Cyra, most often noticing her blonde, short, and messily made hair first during a glance. And she was one of the main leaders of the entire Arc League, being one of the founding members in fact. She was currently sketching and drawing things such as arrows, squares, and circles on a copy of a map she had received a while ago. Documents laid around her, some of which were already opened to certain pages, and the general looked back and forth before writing some words and labeling certain parts of the map.


    She'd been given the go to contact the new recruits and had done so a few hours ago with the coordinates of the bar, with the guard awaiting on the outside already instructed to let a recruit in should he meet one of them. Still, what looked like a dark silver firearm was sitting atop a few pieces of paper, keeping them still while tilted in an angle which gave Cyra the advantage if a hostile intruder were to suddenly barge through the entrance. Still in the midst of writing down some notes on the paper with a very solemn look on her face, she placed a finger of her left hand on her earpiece, receiving a message from one of the watchmen at the edges of Trion.


    "Clear on my end in the south-southwest, over."
    "10-4.", Cyra spoke back in a stern tone before getting back to her work. This, like most of her days, was going to be an eventful one.




    For anyone interested, the OOC thread is located here.

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