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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:05 pm
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kuropeco rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:41 pm
All things considered, Ren was - and he was relatively certain this was always the case - not a big fan of a) water, and b) large bodies of water that were potentially going to drown you if you got too close to them.
Still, it was rather pretty...
...sort of.
He took a few hesitant steps closer, eyeing the lake with a suspicious sort of look that was simultaneously mingled curiosity and anxiety. Ren hovered several inches from the edge of it, watching it lap gently against the ground. I glittered softly in front of him; a pleasant glow.
He knelt beside it and, hitching a breath, ducked his head into it.
The water was cool, relaxing almost. And he could hear a voice.
Children? Ren thought.
He drew back, touching his fingers to the crystalline surface of the water. It clung pleasantly to his skin, dripping in glowing drops as he carefully scooped out a handful, holding it in his palms. It took a great deal of effort not to spill (at least not spill much), but he managed to make it to the tree, at least, pouring the clear water onto it.
Something rolled towards him. Ren leaned down, picked it up, and held it up to the light to look at it more clearly.
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kuropeco rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:48 pm
He wasn't a fan of the actual swimming part of the lake, nor the wet part of it, but there was something quite soothing about it anyway. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, not really, but at the same time he did not have the same sense of intense panic and confusion that he thought he might have felt near such a thing.
He wasn't sure why that was, or where the panic and confusion would have come from, but either way, it was nice.
Ren stepped into the lake.Quote: Your character only knows about the Arena. They exist in the Arena, they fight in the Arena, they are slaves in the Arena. Every single day, they live, caged, watching countless faces also get roll in, and countless faces die. Every single day they wait for their 99th kill. They are on kill 98. Tomorrow will be kill 99. Tomorrow, they will face - Quote: I can taste the blood.
It's on my tongue, a metallic, copper tang that's now become so familiar that I sometimes forget what things taste like without it. It's not just in my mouth; blood slides down my face and drips onto my hands. It makes my hands sticky, makes my hair tangled and messy and matted.
Sometimes it's hard to move.
Sometimes it's hard to breathe.
It's always hard to think.
I used to think it was hard being in here. I used to think that I wouldn't make it through another day, that I'd spend my life fighting to stay alive, that I'd let myself be taken by the fight, that I'd drown in blood and fire and heat and that I wouldn't ever live to see another day.
Now it's different.
Now it's easy.
These days I don't have to think about what I do. I just do it. This is all I've ever known, and this is all I will ever know. I learned long ago that I can't change my situation, and I stopped fighting to try and do just that. And after I stopped fighting myself and started fighting everyone else, it became simple.
Fight.
Breathe.
Eat.
Sleep.
Fight.
Breathe.
Eat.
Sleep.
Bleed.
This is the way my life is.
And there's no changing that.
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kuropeco rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:53 pm
Quote: Your character exists in a timeline where the horsemen Apocalypse actually occurred. Basically the Horsemen (four clans) have taken over the Human World. If you are a horsemen you dominate this world, if you are a Hunter you exist as food, if you are part of Halloween you exist as the Resistance fighting against the horsemen. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
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kuropeco rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:55 pm
Quote: All characters in this world have the special ability that when they hit a certain age, they can summon a creature form of themselves. The most powerful are the zodiac creatures, the twelve animals that govern the zodiac (starting with Rat --> Pig), the least powerful are the lesser creatures that govern them, such as pidgeons, etc. When doing this prompt, look at all the minor achievements your character has collected. If you have less than 10, write for a less powerful one, if you have less than 20 write for an average one, if you have more than 21 write for a greater zodiac creature. How do they bond/ what is their role in this world/ how do they communicate with each other is entirely up to you. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:06 pm
Quote: Your character is a private eye detective, and this time, they have been hired on what is claimed to be an unsolvable case. You arrive there with only your handy notepad and your own, sharp eye. Something about the case seems odd, from the body, to the events happening, something paranormal. You feel like there is more to the story than what you've been given, but you can't place a finger on it, not quite yet. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a detective, in Film Noir setting (in the 1930's). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:07 pm
Quote: Your character exists in a timeline where everyone eventually became consumed by Insanity. Everything is grey now, chaotic and bleak. All you can hear are the voices, and the voices of the Queens that reside over you, lording over everything you do. You exist just a little better than a worker bee. Regardless of if you are Human, Halloween, or Horsemen, you are simply broken remains of yourself, mutated beyond recognition. A claw, hand, arms, limbs, everything has merged together in a distorted shattered world. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:07 pm
It took Ren a great deal of time to determine which pool of water to go towards.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:08 pm
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