You emerge from the bunker with a fire in your eyes and a command in your words.
"Alright, positions people, positions. All of you have been outfitted with command over everyone in Brinkhaven. I want you to commandeer the following locations, Ivory, the mental faction. Kira, Yuugen, the elemental faction. Keep in mind Yuugen doesn't have direct command, so you're gonna have to do the negotiating Kira. Miina, the dimensional faction. You should find Meenah there already. Downgrade her to second in command. Rigel, take Valen- that guy to the physical faction. Murasa, take Orion- that guy to the unaligned faction. Aaron, Nue, come with me. We have redecorating to do. Rigel, we'll need a counter missile defense field. I'd suggest you make one lest Brinkhaven be vulnerable to siege. And you-" you point at the youthful man-no older than you with the crystal wings. "Maybe you should go for a walk. The exposure should be good for you.
Alright, everyone get going. We'll be coming around soon. Snakes fly fast. Nue, if you will."
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Dec 21, 2013You can't recall your name. Supposedly it's Kourin. Whatever.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
All you're sure of is that it's about to go down. You can't remember what, you can't remember why, you'll have to recheck your post-its. Still, as you wait in the bunker, you can't help but think this is not a bad situation. You suppose.
Your name isn't Kourin and you think you're the new ruler of Brinkhaven.
Oh wait. No, that's not right. Ok, according this post-it, you are going to be controlling Brinkhaven, but won't be the figurehead. Yeah, that's it. That makes sense. You aren't one for attention anyway.
The bomb ticks... It's a comforting sound. Almost peaceful.
How much longer can this peace last?
...A few seconds probably.
Aug 27, 2013((Name: RyikPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Gender: Remains anonymous for the sole reason of watching people flounder about guessing. Pretty obvious really
Ability: Can turn anything mentioned in jest true, but only in morbid or macabre contexts
Appearance: Anonymous features. Capable of vaporizing a hole through solid grade 4 titanium with a stare.
Personality: Inscrutable and a lot like me.
History: Made it to Brinkhaven via shenanigans, [sic] then bust into my hospital room, knocked out that annoying girl from before, stole a gun that she was apparently tinkering with, and then suggested I post this for some unfathomable reason.
Equipment: Aforementioned gun. Whatever that is he's hiding in his pockets.))
Aug 25, 2013((Hi.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
I've been busy lately with real-life.
To summarize things, I am currently in a hospital with a woman pestering both me and the man I share the room with.
I swear to you all right now that if she doesn't shut up soon I will make her.))
You wander the library. Sad. Alone. Pathetic. What are you even doing here? It's a big ass library lacking railings where there should definitely be railings. What business could you possibly have in a big ass library with no regard for safety? You check the inside of your clothing. Only 2 post-its remain. The one on your hat contains an address and says "Look in the closet" while the one on the inside of your shirt says "Stay here until you meet them"
You frustrate yourself with how vague you are sometimes.
Then you can hear her mind. She's walking toward you with the intent to kill and you can hear her just the same. You decide to make her subconscious spiral into depression. That should make the confrontation easier.
Mission accomplished. Her steps grew wearier with every one she took and by the time she reached you she toppled over onto you. You are unamused at this. You push her off and leave her to cry to herself as you walk the way she came from,
presumablyyou can see it in her mind. It's the exit.
You step out to see three people. One on the floor unconscious but not dead. One gripping at the suit of another man and shaking with sobs. And finally the man who seems like he's about to ████ himself.
You don't care. You calmly walk out of the room, only to be met with another, slightly less impressive library. You get out of that one and finally see the sky.
Might as well go check on the address in question.
Aug 7, 2013<PDF>Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Before you stretches an endless corridor, cracked and checkered.
So much laughter. So many screams.
It didn't end. It never stopped. There was no escape. You stoop to peer into a crack. Before you a scene plays. A room, just as checkered. An operating table. No scalpels, only rusty blades. On the table is... you.
No. You're on the table.
Looming above you. a man, about the same age as you. Protruding from his back are branches. Wings. Adorning them, almost like christmas ornaments are 14 crystals, 7 on each side, one for each color of the rainbow.
He picks up a rusty needle, already threaded with a blood-stained black thread.
He reaches down, and suddenly, you have a 3rd eye.
It's disconnected from the rest of your body, separate, but you can feel it. It's closed so you can't see from it, nor can you open it, but you can feel it. It has wire-like veins attached to it that curl around your body, assumably leading into your skin somewhere. You don't want to think about where. You can't. He's grabbing it.
It has skin around it, (though it definitely wouldn't feel like skin, you could tell that much.) so it didn't sting, but the needle came in tow. A flash. Pierce. Blood. Tears. Pain. Your new found eye didn't open, it just stayed closed and leaked tears as he sewed the lids together. He wore a smile on his face. A smile so wide it looked like his face might crack. You find yourself smiling as well, and laughing, yes- laughing. Laughing so hard it was starting to hurt your lungs, in spite of the pain. You couldn't even tell why. It was just. So. Aha. Ahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Water. It flows through the room. The man finishes the eye. He then takes a blade and starts stabbing, much more violently than the precision of the sewing. He stabs straight at your stomach. You're laughing so hard, in unison with him. Your other 2 eyes start tearing up in laughter. His laughing face starts to melt away with the water however as you start to drown. You're taking in water, breathing it in, but your lungs get nothing but water. You hack and cough and try to scream but nothing. Your lungs refuse. They protest.
Then the animals. By now the room itself had dissolved, no more checker print. No, instead was ink. Ink creatures, ink animals, dancing around you. You curl within yourself and start laughing underwater. Or were you? You couldn't tell at this point, you stopped breathing a while ago. You grip your forehead and laugh, laugh at the outstanding hilarity.
More than fish. Eyes. People you don't recognize. They spring up one by one in form of ink. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
They seem to know you. AHAHAHAHA. They whisper things in your ears. "Dear" "Weapon" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Giraffes. Bears. Oxen. The water itself. Nothing was even entirely corporeal anymore. You just know that you're laughing harder than you can remember.
You clutch your head and breathe. Just breathe. You're in a library. No one's around.
A nightmare. You hated them. Every time you have one it's the one memory you have to cling on to. All you have. All you have.
And cling to it you shall.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 people other than you. One sleeping.
Their subconscious must have leaked into your dreams. It happens sometimes.
There he is. The one with crystal wings. Let's bring his subconscious to the forefront.
It'll be fun!
...Let's bring it to the forefront!
EVERYONE'S FOREFRONT! HAHAHA!
You're gripping an eye you know isn't there and fall prey the influence of the reverie on your easily impressionable mind. Really, it's all you had to go on. It's who you were. The dream is the only thing that defined you. At least until you forget it again, which you conceive to doing inevitably endlessly.
One by one.
Him, then him.
That one over there.
You reached far past the library.
Your limits were stretched, but it's ok. All it takes is the seed.
Jul 13, 2013((HI GUYS!Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
I KNOW I'VE BEEN ABSENT LATELY, BUT I'VE BEEN PREPARING FOR MY WEDDING! IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AS SOON AS I CAN FIND MY FIANCÉ! HE APPARENTLY GOT LOST IN THE WOODS; I'M ACTUALLY LOOKING FOR HIM NOW, BUT I THOUGHT MAYBE HE BECAME DEAF OR SOMETHING, SO I GOT OUT MY LAPTOP SO THAT HE CAN SEE THE LIGHT!
HE STILL HASN'T SHOWN UP, BUT MY FIANCÉES ARE LOOKING FOR HIM!))
"ECHIDNA, YOU NEED TO LIGHTEN UP!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE RIGHT! I'VE BEEN SUCH A STICK IN THE MUD LATELY! HEY! WHY DON'T YOU GET THOSE FRIENDS OF YOURS OVER HERE SO THAT WE CAN THROW A PARTY?"
"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!"
Jul 7, 2013Posted in: Forum RoleplayingQuote from Count_Caleb
((4th wall awareness - the ability to be completely aware of the fact that one's universe is not real, and be able to act accordingly. That is to say... the ability to break the fourth wall. That would be hilarious.
Jun 30, 2013PDF steps into the closet, severed arm in hand. She's greeted by a ravenous whine and outstretched arms. She orders him to sit. Of course he doesn't listen. She orders him to sit and stay, then kicks the back of his knees just enough to cause him to trip. He falls to his knees and doesn't rise, still whining softly with arms reaching out for food. Satisfied with his position, she gingerly hands him the arm and leans back on the wall behind him, carding a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp. He slightly rises, leaning into the hand like she's scratching an itch that's been bothering him all day while chewing on the arm. He likes being petted. It's not hard to understand why, being alone in a closet, deprived from human interaction, even a feral state of mind begins growing lonely. Especially a feral state of mind.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
It's times like this that make the heart grow fond of life.
PDF doesn't dare to try to meet the conscious version.
She has been steadily supplying him with human flesh obtained from places she does not entirely remember, the sticky note regarding his feeding only saying when and where to be. She's been cleaning the closet regularly, or so she thinks- to the best of her memory, it's always been spotless, save a loose bone every now and then. The one thing she hasn't been keeping up with is cleaning Jake, still not sure if he'd feel violated being cleaned by someone other than himself and not trusting him alone in a bathroom. He's covered in filth, but it's not like he has to worry about getting sick or anything.
Sighing that she can't sit here forever, she leaves, closing the closet door, leaving a ravenous Jake in her absence.
She has a mission to get on with.
Jun 28, 2013Name: "PDF"Posted in: Forum RoleplayingPsycho Death FaceAge: 17
Power(s): The ability to read and manipulate the subconscious. Both actively and passively.
Weaknesses and Limits: Has continuous memory problems, self-identity issues, and is socially and emotionally awkward.
Appearance:Personality: Through memory problems, suffers from the inability to remember nearly all aspects about herself, including her name. She primarily thinks she is male, and because of her ability, others and herself see her as such. She has a curious yet conniving, possessive spirit, deriving joy not from seeing people suffer, but rather, seeing them at her mercy. Her favorite type of pet are humans, though her infatuation is strictly non-sexual. She lacks familiarity with proper emotions, not familiar with a great deal of them or sure how to act on them, though she tends to mask them using her ability without realizing it.
History: Finding nothing to do in the city of the gifted, she got on an ETG ship and scared the pilot into retreating back to the ETG base. There, she tricked the character Aaron into giving her ETG membership. As Aaron prepared to retaliate using the character Xzyckxse, she killed Aaron and escaped the facility through the plans of the character Valen. She then headed to Brinkhaven with him. Meeting the character Iradia, he came across several other characters, including the character Jake, whom she had hidden from the Queen of Brinkhaven's attention in order to keep him as a pet in his mentally unsound state.
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