+Sorana Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 What do you want to do? That's the most important question I think. How much do you want to interfere? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karnatheon Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 Basically, Laonin is going to use a soulstamp to make himself powerful enough to win the upcoming fight. Once the fight is over, he's going to have a really hard time letting that power go, even though he wants to. I basically just want to kind of go in and undo the effects of it for him. So getting involved, but not doing something like taking a side in a fight or anything like that. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Sorana Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 5 hours ago, Karnatheon said: Basically, Laonin is going to use a soulstamp to make himself powerful enough to win the upcoming fight. Once the fight is over, he's going to have a really hard time letting that power go, even though he wants to. I basically just want to kind of go in and undo the effects of it for him. So getting involved, but not doing something like taking a side in a fight or anything like that. Why don't you ask another character to help Laonin? That situation would be perfect for rp. Let him ask them for help before he applies the stamp and then they could discover what's happening and figure out a way to help him. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karnatheon Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 38 minutes ago, Sorana said: Why don't you ask another character to help Laonin? That situation would be perfect for rp. Let him ask them for help before he applies the stamp and then they could discover what's happening and figure out a way to help him. That's actually a much better way to handle it. Thanks for the recommendation! I'll do it that way for sure. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Sorana Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 5 minutes ago, Karnatheon said: That's actually a much better way to handle it. Thanks for the recommendation! I'll do it that way for sure. You're welcome! 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gancho Libre Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 is this OOC? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Karnatheon Posted December 19, 2018 Report Share Posted December 19, 2018 The characters in this thread are us, so it is IC while also being OOC. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clyde Froggins Posted January 10, 2019 Report Share Posted January 10, 2019 I want to be the god of disco 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Ark1002 Posted January 12, 2019 Author Report Share Posted January 12, 2019 I smile. "So, are we going to insert the gods in the timeskip, the end of era 2, or era 3?" 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gancho Libre Posted January 12, 2019 Report Share Posted January 12, 2019 Wait, who are the 'Gods'? 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Ark1002 Posted January 13, 2019 Author Report Share Posted January 13, 2019 Us. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xinoehp512 Posted April 1, 2019 Report Share Posted April 1, 2019 Antonio the mime knocked on the wooden door. There was no response. He tried again, a little louder this time. It bothered him, making this sound; mimes were supposed to abstain from noise. No true master of silence would ever even think of knocking on a door. But then again, they had their own ways of getting past barriers. He wasn’t that good. Not yet. But maybe, someday… At last, the door opened. But the face behind it was not the one he’d been expecting. He frowned, and began to mime words. Rekaerb? What are you doing here? The man looked tired, as though the weight of the world had come down on his shoulders. He grunted when he saw the mime. “You,” he said. “What do you want?” His voice sounded as weary as he looked. Antonio hesitated for a moment. The pay? You know, for the mimes? He paused his hands, then continued. But where’s Xinoehp? Doesn’t he normally…? He trailed off as he saw Rekearb’s face get a far off expression. The man turned, still staring into space, and walked back into the room. Antonio hurried after him. Sir, he mimed frantically, What are you doing? Where is Xinoehp? Why are you here? But Rekaerb was focused on something else, and ignored his frantic waves of the hand. He walked over to one of the walls and began typing something in. Antonio silently sighed, turning to look around at the rest of the room. It suddenly struck him how… dead everything looked. Plants had withered, colors had faded, and the paint on the walls had begun to peel. He’d been here only a few days ago, and it hadn’t looked like this. What had happened? It had to have something to do with why Rekaerb was acting so weird. And that had to have something to do with why Xinoehp wasn’t here. Had something happened? Was it even possible for something to happen to one such as him? He was an Avatar, a being more powerful than any other you cared to name. What could possibly have driven him out of his home here? Antonio was distracted from his reverie by a click. He spun around, watching as the wall in front of Rekaerb opened up, revealing a vault inside. Inside the vault was a medium sized bag, which Rekaerb reached in and grabbed. The payment? wondered Antonio. He took a step closer to where the other man stood. Sir? he mimed. But Rekaerb paid no attention to him. The man’s attention was totally fixated on the bag in front of him. Slowly, he reached inside and pulled out a small, cubular object. Antonio let out a silent breath, speeding up his approach. It was the payment, then. That was a relief. He shuddered to think of what would happen if the mimes didn’t get their payment on time. He’d been worried for a moment that Xinoehp had forgotten the payment, that he’d been a bad choice to be the intermediary between the Council and the mimes. But his worries had proven unfounded. Or so it seemed. As soon as Antonio got within a few feet of Rekaerb, his head snapped up to look at the mime. Antonio froze, given pause by the intense and even wild look in the man’s eyes. “Queen of Shadows,” he whispered. His eyes unfocused for a second. Then he shook his head as if to clear it and rushed out of the room. Antonio yelped silently and ran after him. Where was he going? Didn’t he know how urgent that payment was? Unless he knew the way to the Silent Place –and he’d better not– the only way he’d be able to get that bag to the mimes was through Antonio. And what had what he said meant? Had it been some kind of oath? He’d never heard of any deity called Queen of Shadows. Although, admittedly, he hadn’t heard much of anything, having lived in the Silent Place most of his life. But that was besides the point. Most pressingly, Rekaerb seemed to be absconding with the mime’s payment. Antonio raced along the narrow corridor in desperate pursuit, but couldn’t quite match the man’s unnatural pace. Stop! he mimed desperately. But it was no use. Rekaerb wasn’t looking at him. Not for the first time, Antonio wished that he could speak with silence the way the masters could. His friend had figured it out, and he wasn’t even as close to dedicated to Silence as Antonio. It wasn’t fair, that’s what it was. It– His thoughts were cut off abruptly as the floor fell out from underneath him and he began to plummet. He looked down and barely repressed a scream. Underneath him was nothing- just a dark, empty blackness. True Silence, he thought. At once, he felt calm. He was of Silence; Silence would not hurt him. But what of the payment? He looked up and saw Rekaerb holding the cube he’d taken from the bag. He seemed to be saying something – “‘Queen of Shadows’” again? Whatever that meant. The man suddenly made a jerking movement and threw the cube. Antonio opened his mouth in horror. And then– 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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