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    posted a message on Departure
    Quote from Darthrafael»

    Marion wakes up from a nightmare she already can't remember, lying on an operating table covered in fresh blood, though she herself doesn't appear to be wounded anywhere. A nearby table has some blood-covered surgical equipment, but the room is otherwise empty. A single door leads out of the room.


    Having woken up in a cold sweat, she hurriedly pants at whatever nightmare she had. After she spends a minute to calm herself down, she looks around at her surroundings. Some sort of hospital room, she thinks. Then she stares at her short body in confusion, wondering why she didn't have any surgical incisions when the tools and bed were obviously bloodied. Terrible hospital, she thought, either they forgot to keep their facilities sanitary before dumping me here, or... She then realized that something was very wrong. Brushing aside her hair, she gets up, jumps off the table and grabs the equipment beside her in case anyone else might want to kill her. Then she looks at her own back, groaning inwardly at the mess the fresh blood made on her shirt and shorts. She proceeds to walk towards the door and opens it slightly, peering out the narrow crack she made.
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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    In a peculiar moment, Silas discovers himself alone in the dining room with Maras. The event seems… ambiguous, rendering him uncertain as to whether the others with them had vanished, or if he had simply missed the moment when they exited via the door. Whichever the case, while Silas is still coming to terms with being forsaken by the others, Maras turns to him with spear ready to strike –


    “I’m sorry Silas, but the mistress has spoken. You will no longer be permitted to live.”


    Silas stares wordlessly at 'Maras', seemingly intently focusing on his, yet at the same time, he looked like was staring right through his - as if he and even the entire mansion wasn't really there at all. It was as if he was in another world, a world that was fading in and out of focus to SIlas. As he stared down the shaft of the spear and up to its owner, Silas also saw flickers of other things in the corner of his eye, interrupting his sight of the here and now - of slaughter and massacre, war and destruction, death and suffering. To him, it was impossible to tell if it was his past or his future, yet he knew - he had caused all this pain. And he didn't know how to stop himself.

    After a long moment of rethinking, he simply sighed, and looked down, looking as if he closed his eyes. "I see," he gasped. "I accept my fate."
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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Buttons»


    "HO-HO-HO!" Revel is delighted; "Not at all my, insignificant little worm, it's impressive to see someone in your position finding the will power to make such a futile rant." He gives Silas a long rub on the back while he pouts. "There There, now, let all that silly, silly sadness out. Crying, after all, is good for growth, so long as you find the will to carry on after."



    "Heh-Heh, look at you again, still making an effort to be people! Well isn't that just adorable. But hey!" Santa is suddenly brandishing a Christmas cracker in one hand, holding one end and offering the other to Silas to hold. "Now let's just see if Santa can help little Silas with his trouble today, shall we? All you have to do is give a good tug on the other end of this cracker until it breaks. I know it sounds like a big effort for you right now, since that naughty little girl has gone and stolen your Will and all, but after what I've seen in the last couple of minutes, I'm sure you could pull it off! Now go on ahead, give Santa's cracker a good tug."


    Silas, upon hearing Santa's first paragraph, breaks down into silent, mournful tears. They keep cascading down his face and into his unkempt beard. As Santa continues with his second paragraph, Silas wipes his tears away as he sees the cracker. "This sounds especially weird out of context. But hey, why not..." He weakly attempts to pull on the cracker.

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    posted a message on Forum RP Index

    Username: Nucleep

    Interests: I consider myself a jack of all trades, so you can talk to me about most things and I'll probably have some info about it (albeit spearheaded in the science and history departments). Except for sports. I don't know much about them.

    Roleplays: Abandoned (participating in)

    Preferred Genres/Themes: Any, but mainly sci-fi

    Preferred Post-Lengths: Variable. Really variable.

    Preferred Activity Levels: 3-6 PM US EST, Monday-Thursday

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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from NightsRemnant»


    Silas enters the house to be hopefully surprised by a display of candles laid out on the floor surrounding a bed, some of these candles have been placed to allow passage through them to the bed. The bed is layered with many soft feathered blue pillows and pink rose petals.


    On the other side of the room is a small table with two chairs, facing each other from opposing sides. The table itself is heavily laden with food, mostly treats such as cakes, pies and honey, yet that display too is romantically designed, having a silver candle stand in its midst, a bottle of red on a side table.


    Gripping tight to his hand, Annie pulls him into the house further. Her strength is beyond that of a girl her size. He can but allow this to happen. Once they are standing between the two displays, Annie appears to him again. Still holding his hand, she is facing him, smiling warmly.


    “That’s just how my mother used to do it for her favorites.” She tells him with a quick glance to the bed arrangement. “And… well… I know those thoughts you had about me back near the church last night. You desired me, right?” She giggles soft, stepping closer. Her perfumed breath caresses his face; “You can teach me, yes?” She then regards the table, not seemingly as interested in the prospect. “…Or, if you prefer, we can just have a romantic dinner…? Just the two of us….”


    Annie’s face becomes severe now, to the point of gritting her teeth, before ending the proposal. “The choice is yours.”


    "Um..." Silas is completely silenced by this display. "Uh..."

    Noting Annie's facial expression, he gulped. He did not want to underestimate the being that could be in multiple places at once and burrow into his mind. If he said yes, he could become a slave to this girl. If he said no and ran, she would probably kill him, or something... and that probably won't even help in getting her out of his head.


    In the end, he mumbled something in the way of "Okay, I guess... we'll have the dinner."

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    posted a message on Abandoned
    Quote from Darthrafael»


    ((OOC: I'd quite like for the characters to go to sleep soon so I can skip to daytime.))

    Silas suddenly announces "You know, I don't know about you, but I'm tired. I'm going to hit the sack."
    And he goes to sleep in the church.
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    posted a message on Continental World: The Situation of Nations [The Planet Reboot]
    Quote from NightsRemnant»

    OOC: Nucleep ^. I do apologize for not replying to your post with the others yesterday, I was however tired and thus you were overlooked. unintentional.

    IC:

    At the hearing of these words, The vast White Army Vanish. There is nothing more that the King does at this point, however, upon their disappearance the ground begins to quake as many legions of the undead rise from the ground, while inside the Dome another of the Prophets army emerge from the depth. They are souls of the departed ancient witches and wizards, wielding their magic destruction as they begin their bloodshed and chaos upon those of the IRIS. Outside, the army of the undead yell out together, declaring to the diplomat as they moved in to destroy him:

    "You're faith in me has been tried and tested. You have failed. You and your kind will die this day!"

    The diplomat looks behind him. "Welp, we couldn't just be neutral, could we...> The skin of the diplomat melts away, revealing an android inside. He leads a huge army of assorted robots and androids against the undead, energy weapons blasting, slicing and dicing.

    In the Dome, it is revealed that... there's nothing on the ground there but natural vegetation, and some sort of energy projector in the distance. If they were to look up, they would have seen multiple artificial flying islands dotting the sky, and something is pouring out of them... wait, it's another armada of IRIS robots and technomagi quickly rushing to the ground to meet them. The United Socialist States' colonists don't even notice the havoc going on below them.

    In his executive office, Maximus Powers watches the battle with stoic emotion. He pulls out a sheet of electronic paper and looks through the list of countries that could potentially accept their asylum. After scrolling down a bit, he looks at the watch on his arm. <Reinforcements will come in a few days from a nearby universe, but we'll have to make do with the ones we have for now,> he says to himself. <We should get to improving the time of transit.>
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    posted a message on Continental World: The Situation of Nations [The Planet Reboot]

    Meanwhile, in the Citizens' Assembly of the United Socialist States, a huge group of beings of every species, gender and color are sitting in some sort of outdoor ampitheater, and the atmosphere of the room was buzzing with worry.


    "You saw the vessels in the sky, right? They are very-"


    "What about that earthquake just now? I thought this place was geologically stable-"


    "The other nations are preparing for war-"


    "I don't know about you, but the talk of kings and whoever's the true heir is imperialist-"


    "We have to act fast before they-"


    The door slammed open and in walked the Regional Controller Maximus Powers, and the ampitheater fell silent. He simply walked up to the simple podium and started to speak. "My fellow comrades, I know that we are facing unusual events before us. But as before, I assure you that we will keep our neutrality as we have before. Not only that, but we will also continue to accept any and all immigrants and refugees from any country, enemy or no. And I also know that many of you are worried about the times ahead. But if we do go into a war, we will defend ourselves valiantly to the bitter end, and we will beat off the aggressors. But that does not mean we will enter an alliance. We will not join this war." Having made his point (the speech was televised too), he left the podium as the crowd applauded for a few moments, and then walked out the doors, which shut behind him. The room promptly burst into more argument.

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    posted a message on Abandoned

    Meanwhile, Silas slams the door open, loud enough to sound like a thunderclap to everyone. He looks from one end of the bar to the other, slightly bewildered by the appearance of this place, clearly thinking this was going to be... something else, clearly. "WHAT THE FLIPPING HECK IS GOING ON!" he yells to everyone involved, intending for them to be like in a movie where everyone stops in their tracks and looks at the newcomer in the doorway.

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    posted a message on Continental World: The Situation of Nations [The Planet Reboot]

    [i][I know. I know some things you might want to know....That king...he is not on our side. He is working for himself. He is a lier. Do not tell anyone I said this, we must side with the things in the sky, and fight against this King.] [/i]Hannah begins explaining some things about the king, how he doesn't really allow nations to have free will without threats, forcefully applied the clouds with no permission, has explained nothing about this 'threat', has explained nothing about his past, he prides himself in being "Just and Fair", but in all reality he is not, has souls under his control probably not by their free will, has forced nations onto his side with empty lies.

    The diplomats look a bit troubled. "We'll have to report back to our comrades back in the colony about this," one of them replied, a bit less calm now. A second one got on the encrypted phone and relayed the info back to the colony.

    In the Dome, IRIS recieved that information and proceeds to make a plan about this...
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