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fair_trouble2023-10-10 07:21 pmfairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)
[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.
Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.
By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.
“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”
A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.
Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]
Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?
Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.
By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.
“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”
A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.
Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]
Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?
muselist wip
Not technically complete but a good chunk of my morons are here so far.
Code from here.
Code from here.
Copy Rezo Slayers ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ A magically created duplicate of a famous Great Sage. It's just a copy, right...? | Kyoko Honda Fruits Basket ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ The infamous Crimson Butterfly, now a doting single mother. |
Rezo Greywords Slayers ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ A blind sage and supposed living saint who hosts a great evil. | Emery Dale Original Character ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ Bound in service to a coldhearted fae lord, but you'd never know it from his flirty grin. |
Maria Campbell Hamefura ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ A sweet-natured otome game heroine with the rare ability to use light magic. | The Witch King Original Character ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ He's mean, he's green, and he's the genre-aware villain of a children's book series. |
Dr. Boris Habit Smile For Me ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ He's no ordinary doctor. He's a beautiful, glowing, dent'st. | Yuri Petrov Tiger & Bunny ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ A judge by day and a vigilante Lunatic by night. He doesn't get much sleep. |
Chara Undertale ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ A fallen child, in multiple meanings of the term. Loves chocolate, hates humanity. | Char name canon ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ [short blurb] |
Char name canon ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ [short blurb] | Char name canon ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ [short blurb] |
ghosts in a lighthouse
Rezo has led the creature up the length of a rocky, pine-strewn peninsula, where the air is chilly and smells of salt and evergreen foliage. Here, the sound of the ocean crashing against the cliffs and the chiming of the buoy bells are a constant in the background. And at the end of a neglected path through the stones and pines is a building, a worn stone house with a tower attached.
( Read more... )
( Read more... )
mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it
There has been a mishap of sorts, and now there is mistletoe everywhere- in the rafters, hanging from doorways, in trees, etc. It is also very magical mistletoe and if you step underneath some along with someone else, you'll be stuck there until you've kissed.
This is readily apparent not just because of the whole "can't move" thing, but also because the mistletoe talks and is loudly encouraging you to kiss.
Enjoy your world's stupidest Christmas party.
DETAILS:
- Yeah, talking mistletoe. NPC it as you like. It can't do much other than trap you in place and yell at you, though.
- Maybe the mistletoe'll be fine with cheek smooches and hand kisses and let you go with just that, but if you want it to be insistent on mouth kisses, you can specify.
- This is really just an elaborate excuse to embarrass our characters, enjoy.
magimonarch2019-10-29 10:08 amSomething Old, Something News
The pharmacy was, in the nonsensical way of the Real World, the first place where the Witch King was able to find newspapers and magazines for sale.* Of course, just because there was news available, didn’t mean any of it was worth his while. So he’d picked out a copy of each paper, all the various stars, tribunes, journals, chronicles, etc, and set to work unfolding them and skimming the contents.
It wasn’t proving a fruitful venture. He’d skim the article titles, find nothing relevant to him, and toss each page aside as he finished with it until he had to start on the next paper. Then the next. And then the next.
It was a tedious process and the Witch King’s only consolation was muttering disparaging comments to himself: “Irrelevant,” “Who cares about that?” “That doesn’t even make sense,” “Doubly irrelevant!” and so forth.
And while getting to complain was a pleasure in its own right, it was looking increasingly likely that he’d have made the trip into that loathsome world, changing his appearance to a perfectly boring non-green one and refraining from flying the whole time, without a single thing to show for it in the end.
* He supposed that the reason why the pharmacy didn’t stick to medicine had something to do with Economics. The Witch King only had the vaguest of ideas of what the term meant, but it seemed to be one of the Real World’s many nuisances.
It wasn’t proving a fruitful venture. He’d skim the article titles, find nothing relevant to him, and toss each page aside as he finished with it until he had to start on the next paper. Then the next. And then the next.
It was a tedious process and the Witch King’s only consolation was muttering disparaging comments to himself: “Irrelevant,” “Who cares about that?” “That doesn’t even make sense,” “Doubly irrelevant!” and so forth.
And while getting to complain was a pleasure in its own right, it was looking increasingly likely that he’d have made the trip into that loathsome world, changing his appearance to a perfectly boring non-green one and refraining from flying the whole time, without a single thing to show for it in the end.
* He supposed that the reason why the pharmacy didn’t stick to medicine had something to do with Economics. The Witch King only had the vaguest of ideas of what the term meant, but it seemed to be one of the Real World’s many nuisances.
friendlyspectre2018-12-23 06:47 pmPsychopomp or Spectre
SCENARIO A: The Haunted House
Oliver is bound to a charming Edwardian-style house on the outskirts of town. It's a lovely place! Unfortunately, there are other things in the house that aren't as well-meaning as Oliver- living residents and passersby consequently don't stay very long.
SCENARIO B: Ghost Train
You have died! Congratulations, now you're on a train bound to the afterlife! You have probably seen this scenario in an RP meme community before. This time, however, you don't have to tough it out alone with your other dead friends because now you have Oliver, cheery train conductor/psychopomp, here to keep an eye on you and punch your ticket for you.
SCENARIO C: Other???
idk man maybe you have some other idea for a cheerful spooky boy.
Oliver is bound to a charming Edwardian-style house on the outskirts of town. It's a lovely place! Unfortunately, there are other things in the house that aren't as well-meaning as Oliver- living residents and passersby consequently don't stay very long.
SCENARIO B: Ghost Train
You have died! Congratulations, now you're on a train bound to the afterlife! You have probably seen this scenario in an RP meme community before. This time, however, you don't have to tough it out alone with your other dead friends because now you have Oliver, cheery train conductor/psychopomp, here to keep an eye on you and punch your ticket for you.
SCENARIO C: Other???
idk man maybe you have some other idea for a cheerful spooky boy.
who are you?
'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
Despite the fancy formatting this is really just so I can voicetest some OCs.
allbutvalor2018-04-14 11:09 pmArts & Sciences
It’s a Saturday afternoon at the Aonach Collection, a fancy Gotham-Manor-House-turned-Public-Gallery, and Gemma’s just finished guiding a group of middle schoolers around the building. It was not a productive tour; most of the children were clearly uninterested, and the ones that did seem to be interested in the art preferred to try and wander off on their own rather than listen to Gemma’s explanations of the pieces. And one of the accompanying teachers had tried to be friendly with her, which made it harder to stick to her script. Fortunately the children have left and there are no more tours scheduled for the rest of the day.
She could go to her office but there’s nothing she really needs to do there right now. So Gemma’s taking the time to patrol the halls and galleries, occasionally checking in with the security and other staff members to see if there are any problems she needs to attend to, or observing the visitors. And one of them has just caught her attention- someone tall, with long dark hair, who’s standing before a portrait of a bearded man.
Gemma walks across the room, heels clicking against the floor tiles, and shifts to one side in an attempt to read the stranger’s expression at a discreet distance.
She could go to her office but there’s nothing she really needs to do there right now. So Gemma’s taking the time to patrol the halls and galleries, occasionally checking in with the security and other staff members to see if there are any problems she needs to attend to, or observing the visitors. And one of them has just caught her attention- someone tall, with long dark hair, who’s standing before a portrait of a bearded man.
Gemma walks across the room, heels clicking against the floor tiles, and shifts to one side in an attempt to read the stranger’s expression at a discreet distance.
ideaofjustice2017-12-31 06:08 pmNeighborly Shenanigans
Catchall post for dustless and I's weird fluffangst AU in which Frisk yet again makes the questionable decision to befriend a grown man with serious mental health issues.
dustless and I's weird fluffangst AU in which Frisk yet again makes the questionable decision to befriend a grown man with serious mental health issues.aperture_monster2017-03-11 07:00 pm[open] [voicetesting] from out of the woods
The walk away from Aperture had been a long one, and Chell had been encumbered the entire journey by the companion cube. Though it was made of a lightweight material it was big and bulky, and it was difficult to carry it or roll it around as she traversed through the grassy fields (wheat, a vague memory supplied her), which gradually turned into hills and then mountains, while the wheat turned into a hodgepodge of wild flowers and grasses before finally melting away when the terrain became covered with towering pines and fir trees.
( Cut for mention of animal death, sickness, and gross bodily functions. )
( Cut for mention of animal death, sickness, and gross bodily functions. )
6littlesouls2017-02-27 06:30 pmPick your poison. [open]
Patience:
"Ball" is "Small." You waited, still, for this opportunity... then dethroned "Ball" with a sharp attack.
Bravery:
"You are the kind of person who rushes fists-first through all obstacles."
Bravery is generally defined as the ability to do something that frightens one, or to have strength in the face of pain or grief. An orange SOUL prefers to tackle their problems head on, and is willing to take risks to reach their goal. They are frequently moved by emotion and can seem foolish at times, but they are capable of accomplishing great things.
Integrity:
"Hopping and twirling, your original style got you through."
Integrity is generally defined as the quality of being honest and having strong moral principles, with implications of consistency. A blue SOUL always tries to be true to themselves, and has little tolerance for hypocrisy. They place authenticity and originality on a high pedestal, and frequently have a prominent artistic bent.
Perseverance:
"Even when you felt trapped, you took notes and achieved the end of "Ball."
Perseverance is generally defined as steadfastness in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success. When presented with a problem, a purple SOUL will become relentless in trying to figure it out. This can make them seem almost frightening at times, but there's nobody you can depend on more during a crisis.
Kindness:
"Your care and concern for "Ball" brought you a delicious victory."
Kindness is generally defined as the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate. A green SOUL believes the best way to solve a conflict is through sympathy and understanding. They are nurturing by nature and can be quite the positive influence, as long as nobody takes advantage of them.
Justice:
"Your sure-fire accuracy put an end to the mayhem of "Ball."
Justice is generally defined as just behavior or treatment- although what exactly that entails is a question of much controversy. Despite this a yellow SOUL does their best to cut through any moral ambiguity and find their way to the heart of the matter. They will try to act in a fair and virtuous manner and won't let any injustice slide by on their watch.
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Any of these sound like you? Then pick out your guide and take a fall into the Underground.
ideaofjustice2016-12-05 06:40 amUnwanted Fountain of Youth
That was, without a doubt, the worst criminal that Lunatic's ever had to face off against.
Not in terms of sheer number and depravity of crimes, true, but in terms of personally inconveniencing Yuri, causing him to... shrink, or whatever exactly that NEXT's power did, is definitely going to cause its share of problems.
As a matter of fact it already is: He's stuck hiding in an alleyway away from the cameras, he can barely see through his now over-sized helmet, and between the confusion of the fight and disorientation from everything suddenly being just a bit bigger, he might actually be a bit lost. Oh, and he can barely walk in boots and pants that were originally designed for someone about two feet taller than he is now.
It's uncomfortable, inconvenient and honestly, more than a little embarrassing. He's sitting on a hard alley ground, wedged between two dumpsters, and attempting to adjust his mask so he can actually see out of it.
At least the camera crew seem to have finally left the area. Striking fear into the hearts of criminals could be complicated if they knew he wasn't even five feet tall right now.
Not in terms of sheer number and depravity of crimes, true, but in terms of personally inconveniencing Yuri, causing him to... shrink, or whatever exactly that NEXT's power did, is definitely going to cause its share of problems.
As a matter of fact it already is: He's stuck hiding in an alleyway away from the cameras, he can barely see through his now over-sized helmet, and between the confusion of the fight and disorientation from everything suddenly being just a bit bigger, he might actually be a bit lost. Oh, and he can barely walk in boots and pants that were originally designed for someone about two feet taller than he is now.
It's uncomfortable, inconvenient and honestly, more than a little embarrassing. He's sitting on a hard alley ground, wedged between two dumpsters, and attempting to adjust his mask so he can actually see out of it.
At least the camera crew seem to have finally left the area. Striking fear into the hearts of criminals could be complicated if they knew he wasn't even five feet tall right now.
buttercup_eater2016-10-29 10:26 pmMake Yourself at Home
Nobody had seemed able to pinpoint exactly when and where or why the infection had started, though by Chara's estimation it had been a bit over a year since they'd first heard the worried gossip.
First, the grownups had muttered back and forth about the "current number of reported cases" which seemed to grow steadily higher and higher. The "official reports" had said everything would be fine, that the doctors were doing everything they could- but with no sign of a cure as time went on, people started to talk about other measures that might be taken. Borders being closed. Towns put in isolation. Quarantine after quarantine.
Some of the kids in Chara's school stopped showing up.
The same went for the teachers.
Local stores closed down.
There was talk of people leaving town, escaping from society with their families- or had they really just died instead? Or worse- had they turned into one of the things?
It was towards the end of the school year that their parents' nerves broke. Chara's father came home from work one day, his eyes frantic and twitching, the front of his car smeared with blood.
"Pack a suitcase," he'd told Chara. "We're going to stay with your grandparents for a while. It'll be like a vacation."
Chara had wanted to ask What happened? or How long is "a while?" But their father never liked it when Chara asked questions, even at the best of times. And this was definitely not the best of times. They'd taken the suitcase he'd thrust at them, gone upstairs to their room, and started packing.
They'd also contemplated the idea of staying enclosed in a bunker with their parents for an indefinite length of time.
And when Chara went back downstairs they tiptoed past the door to the garage where their parents were packing the car, went out the back door, climbed over the backyard fence, and started running.
That was the last time Chara saw their parents.
* * *
It seemed like the winter was finally over, which was something of a mixed blessing.
Most of the snow had melted away, which made navigating the streets much easier. Chara could walk their bike down the street, Toby contentedly trotting along at their side, and there were no high snowbanks to impede them. And of course, the concern that they might freeze to death was rather less of a concern. With the ground thawing, it also meant the possibility of gardening and plants sprouting, which could be a good source of future food, or at least a way to help stave off boredom.
Downside, of course, was that the winter had been terrible for the zombies- zombies were incredibly stupid at the best of times, and they had been in no way equipped for the winter. As far as Chara could tell, the vast majority had stood around outside until they'd died of exposure, whatever bizarre biological quirk that kept them alive in the first place unable to compensate for the increasing levels of damage the zombies' bodies were going through. The streets were littered with decomposing bodies, and there was always the possibility that some of them might not be as dead as they appeared.
But that was what Toby was so helpful with.
Chara gave the dog a fond glance. He was a fluffy little thing, and the last human survivors that Chara had run into had told Chara they were a dumb kid for letting Toby follow them around and for "wasting your food on that thing." But he'd been useful in several small ways ever since they'd first met him, not least of which were his sharp senses.
And as it happened... at first, they thought the way Toby was sniffing around was just the usual caution, but then the dog came to a stop, stuck their nose in the air, and let out a soft yip. Chara halted, watching the dog's motions.
Toby kept sniffing the air, padding towards a nearby building, his ears perked up and alert. He didn't exactly seem tense, but obviously something had his attention. Chara withdrew their bat from the golf bag slung over their shoulder, leaned their bike against a nearby lamppost, and began to silently follow the dog around the side of the building.
Towards the back of the building was a side door, embedded in the bricks. It was metal, quite solid looking despite rust, and, now that Chara was close to it, they could see it was ever so slightly ajar. Toby sniffed at the crack, paced around in a circle, then trotted back to Chara's side.
For a moment, Chara just stood there, thoughtfully chewing on their lip.
The hell with it.
They stepped forward, and gently pushed the door open.
First, the grownups had muttered back and forth about the "current number of reported cases" which seemed to grow steadily higher and higher. The "official reports" had said everything would be fine, that the doctors were doing everything they could- but with no sign of a cure as time went on, people started to talk about other measures that might be taken. Borders being closed. Towns put in isolation. Quarantine after quarantine.
Some of the kids in Chara's school stopped showing up.
The same went for the teachers.
Local stores closed down.
There was talk of people leaving town, escaping from society with their families- or had they really just died instead? Or worse- had they turned into one of the things?
It was towards the end of the school year that their parents' nerves broke. Chara's father came home from work one day, his eyes frantic and twitching, the front of his car smeared with blood.
"Pack a suitcase," he'd told Chara. "We're going to stay with your grandparents for a while. It'll be like a vacation."
Chara had wanted to ask What happened? or How long is "a while?" But their father never liked it when Chara asked questions, even at the best of times. And this was definitely not the best of times. They'd taken the suitcase he'd thrust at them, gone upstairs to their room, and started packing.
They'd also contemplated the idea of staying enclosed in a bunker with their parents for an indefinite length of time.
And when Chara went back downstairs they tiptoed past the door to the garage where their parents were packing the car, went out the back door, climbed over the backyard fence, and started running.
That was the last time Chara saw their parents.
* * *
It seemed like the winter was finally over, which was something of a mixed blessing.
Most of the snow had melted away, which made navigating the streets much easier. Chara could walk their bike down the street, Toby contentedly trotting along at their side, and there were no high snowbanks to impede them. And of course, the concern that they might freeze to death was rather less of a concern. With the ground thawing, it also meant the possibility of gardening and plants sprouting, which could be a good source of future food, or at least a way to help stave off boredom.
Downside, of course, was that the winter had been terrible for the zombies- zombies were incredibly stupid at the best of times, and they had been in no way equipped for the winter. As far as Chara could tell, the vast majority had stood around outside until they'd died of exposure, whatever bizarre biological quirk that kept them alive in the first place unable to compensate for the increasing levels of damage the zombies' bodies were going through. The streets were littered with decomposing bodies, and there was always the possibility that some of them might not be as dead as they appeared.
But that was what Toby was so helpful with.
Chara gave the dog a fond glance. He was a fluffy little thing, and the last human survivors that Chara had run into had told Chara they were a dumb kid for letting Toby follow them around and for "wasting your food on that thing." But he'd been useful in several small ways ever since they'd first met him, not least of which were his sharp senses.
And as it happened... at first, they thought the way Toby was sniffing around was just the usual caution, but then the dog came to a stop, stuck their nose in the air, and let out a soft yip. Chara halted, watching the dog's motions.
Toby kept sniffing the air, padding towards a nearby building, his ears perked up and alert. He didn't exactly seem tense, but obviously something had his attention. Chara withdrew their bat from the golf bag slung over their shoulder, leaned their bike against a nearby lamppost, and began to silently follow the dog around the side of the building.
Towards the back of the building was a side door, embedded in the bricks. It was metal, quite solid looking despite rust, and, now that Chara was close to it, they could see it was ever so slightly ajar. Toby sniffed at the crack, paced around in a circle, then trotted back to Chara's side.
For a moment, Chara just stood there, thoughtfully chewing on their lip.
The hell with it.
They stepped forward, and gently pushed the door open.