The Untitled RP

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

@Szeth_Pancakes

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It’s pretty out of the way. I’d say it’s reasonable there’s no public spaceports there. But if you know where to look, you can get off the planet.

 

49 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Without warning, the temperature in the hideout dropped drastically, not to a level that was painful but one that was very uncomfortable. The people inside heard a sound like muffled static.

@Channelknight Fadran @Szeth_Pancakes

“Hell,” whispered Allera. Turning to Ayia: “Mage. Go. Now.” They grabbed two strips of dried meat and flew for their life back towards the cave’s exit.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Szeth_Pancakes said:

“Hell,” whispered Allera. Turning to Ayia: “Mage. Go. Now.” They grabbed two strips of dried meat and flew for their life back towards the cave’s exit.

The static suddenly grew sharp, and strange tones could be heard in the background. It sounded like a wail, terribly sad.

[Channelknight Fadran]

56 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Without warning, the temperature in the hideout dropped drastically, not to a level that was painful but one that was very uncomfortable. The people inside heard a sound like muffled static.

@Channelknight Fadran @Szeth_Pancakes

"Nani?"

It was a word she'd picked up from Martin's old archives. Something called japanese?

2 minutes ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

“Hell,” whispered Allera. Turning to Ayia: “Mage. Go. Now.” They grabbed two strips of dried meat and flew for their life back towards the cave’s exit.

Ayia figured that the grumpy bird lady knew what she was doing, jogging along after them.

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

The static suddenly grew sharp, and strange tones could be heard in the background. It sounded like a wail, terribly sad.

Well that's a little strange...

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

The static suddenly grew sharp, and strange tones could be heard in the background. It sounded like a wail, terribly sad.

No no no nononono

They flew faster. Was this where it ended? Alone; remembered only by people who hated them?

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Szeth_Pancakes said:

No no no nononono

They flew faster. Was this where it ended? Alone; remembered only by people who hated them?

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I wonder what your character thinks this is.

The static wailing grew louder, and the air colder, unbearably so. Their eyes seemed to dance with strange spots. The cries sounded so pained and sorrowful.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Wailing and static in her ears, spots in her eyes... some kind of siren, maybe? Or some kind of regional equivalent, anyways. "Do you know what that thing is?" Ayia shouted ahead, though she kind of doubted that the bird lady could hear it.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

3 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

I wonder what your character thinks this is.

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They assume, with good reason, that anything magic is someone trying to kill them.

 

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Wailing and static in her ears, spots in her eyes... some kind of siren, maybe? Or some kind of regional equivalent, anyways. "Do you know what that thing is?" Ayia shouted ahead, though she kind of doubted that the bird lady could hear it.

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Winged have good hearing.

“No! Just run!”

[Channelknight Fadran]

That seemed like a good enough explanation to her. Blast, this day really couldn't get much weirder...

Still, it was as good a time as any to bring out her Line again. Extending from a bubble of nothing came a thick wire of dark metal, shooting into the darkness of the cave like a viper - and with a quick glance behind her Ayia leapt atop the Line, crouching to let the wind blow around her. Friction vanished upon her contact with the Line, her momentum from the run carrying her along in an unimpeded line up and through the cavern.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

4 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Wailing and static in her ears, spots in her eyes... some kind of siren, maybe? Or some kind of regional equivalent, anyways. "Do you know what that thing is?" Ayia shouted ahead, though she kind of doubted that the bird lady could hear it.

1 minute ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

“No! Just run!”

The spots suddenly seemed to rush away and group together, forming an image. It was a fuzzy projection of a person, clothed in black robes, head bowed, standing ahead of them. It held out its hands toward them, as if signaling for them to stop. In seemed that the wails came from that form, and they were ear-splittingly loud.

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To be clear, nothing is actually stopping them from leaving.

 

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Allera didn’t stop, shooting a jet of flame at the figure from their claw as they flew.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Ayia opted to be a little less irreverent of the specter, but passed it by as well regardless.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

Allera didn’t stop, shooting a jet of flame at the figure from their claw as they flew.

The flame passed through the figure, doing nothing except apparently startling it.

1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Ayia opted to be a little less irreverent of the specter, but passed it by as well regardless.

It quickly turned and began to ran after them, only to collapse to the ground and dissolve in a swarm of strange spots. As the pair continued to run, the cold began to subside, and the wailing grew quieter, though increasingly agonized.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

“Keep going,” Allera whispered to Ayia. “We don’t stop until we’re off this hailing planet.”

Edited May 29, 2023 by Szeth_Pancakes

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

14 minutes ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

“Keep going,” Allera whispered to Ayia. “We don’t stop until we’re off this hailing planet.”

The wails seemed to fade away, and so did the artifacts in their vision.

Suddenly, something grabbed Allera's wing(?). It felt like a hand, but it was cold as ice.

Edited May 29, 2023 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

7 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

The wails seemed to fade away, and so did the artifacts in their vision.

Suddenly, something grabbed Allera's arm. It felt like a hand, but it was cold as ice.

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Allera doesn’t have arms.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

 

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What... Sorry I forgot and usually that's an easy assumption. I'll update it, because I think it's wings?

 

Edited May 29, 2023 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Channelknight Fadran]

17 minutes ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

“Keep going,” Allera whispered to Ayia. “We don’t stop until we’re off this hailing planet.”

That seems a little excessive...

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

 

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Yeah. They’re dexterous enough to essentially function as arms, though.

Allera screamed and tried to twist away.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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The figure is an image in each of their visions, right? Would Ayia be able to see Allera's version?

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

Allera screamed and tried to twist away.

The grip was absurdly tight, and held fast. The form was there, looking up at Allera. Its face, which was previously hidden, was streaked with red. It appeared to be crying blood.

The static became audible again, and there was a faint whisper barely recognizable as speech. Please...

3 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

 

I'm not entirely certain, but the way I think about it now is that while the thing is projected as a weird artifact of their vision, it stays consistent for both of them.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Very well, then...

Ayia zipped up beside the thing and swiped at it with a metal quarterstaff.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

The grip was absurdly tight, and held fast. The form was there, looking up at Allera. Its face, which was previously hidden, was streaked with red. It appeared to be crying blood.

The static became audible again, and there was a faint whisper barely recognizable as speech. Please...

What.

Allera twisted harder, a shrill shriek emanating from their beak.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Channelknight Fadran said:

Ayia zipped up beside the thing and swiped at it with a metal quarterstaff.

The staff passed through the form, fuzzing slightly in the spots where it and the thing overlapped in her vision.

2 minutes ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

What.

Allera twisted harder, a shrill shriek emanating from their beak.

The grip slowly began to weaken.

Please don't leave me here.

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Kay, uh... bird lady!" Ayia had forgotten her name. Blast. "Kay, do you know what this thing is? Or...?"

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

“Mage trickery!” Allera yelled. “Don’t fall for it!” They kept resisting the thing’s grip.