Aeoryi she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 3 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: "Quinn evicted Roy's soul and took his body." "Yeah, that happened." 2 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Elan pauses. "That's... new." "It's fine. Sometimes I can still hear his voice." 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spark of Hope Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 Just now, Aeoryi said: "Yeah, that happened." "It's fine. Sometimes I can still hear his voice." Quote My brain immediately went to "Quit telling everyone I'm dead" 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ancient Elantrian he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 6 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "Yeah, that happened." "It's fine. Sometimes I can still hear his voice." 5 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: Quote Weeeeird 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aeoryi she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 Just now, Ancient Elantrian said: Quote Morality 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spark of Hope Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 Just now, Ancient Elantrian said: Quote Quiet. Anyways, Aventine waited for Thaidakar to post. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shortcake she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 59 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: Quote I give you permission to hurt- not kill- Lundyn when the time comes. 45 minutes ago, Cash67 said: He grabs it loosely. Quote also y'all be freaking out over Pic holding hands with the 10-year-old that he's basically claimed as his own- 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ancient Elantrian he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 1 minute ago, shortcake said: Quote Nah, it's over Pic and Aventine 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shortcake she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 2 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Quote oh- but the post y'all fangirled over was when Pic held Lundyn's hand- I think- 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ancient Elantrian he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 Just now, shortcake said: Quote True. DONT YOU STEAL PIC HE IS MINE 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cash67 he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 (edited) 6 minutes ago, shortcake said: 5 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: 2 minutes ago, shortcake said: Quote Nope they fangirled over PicxAve Pic is basically claiming Lundyn as his found family. Same with Aventine but to a much…greater extent. Edited May 3 by Cash67 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shortcake she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 2 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Quote SHE'S ONLY 10 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shortcake she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 6 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. Quote am I included in this? I'm genuinely curious 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cash67 he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 9 minutes ago, shortcake said: 5 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. Pic's grip on Lundyn increased to an almost painful level, and he instictually leaped away from the vaccum. His legs carried him far, but not far enough to excape the pull. He passsed by everyone who was being sucked into the vaccum, and then began to approach them once again. Pic pulled Lundyn close, and started humming the marching beat again. The same light sheild formed around them as they were dragged into the unknown. Just now, shortcake said: Quote Oh heck yeah you are. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ancient Elantrian he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 3 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. Elan gritted his teeth as the pull of the vaccum threatened to leave him in the void. Even his strongest magical defenses were being pushed to their limits. He tried holding on to the walls of the hall, but all they did was cut his hands as he slipped closer and closer. "NO!" He shouted. He felt something in him flicker, threatening to go out. This had never happened before. Am I going to DIE?! He starts to shake, fear consuming his insides. His grounding on the floor began to slip and he mutters, "Nononononononono..." as finally his magic flickers out and he falls into the void. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shortcake she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 2 minutes ago, Cash67 said: Pic's grip on Lundyn increased to an almost painful level, and he instictually leaped away from the vaccum. His legs carried him far, but not far enough to excape the pull. He passsed by everyone who was being sucked into the vaccum, and then began to approach them once again. Pic pulled Lundyn close, and started humming the marching beat again. The same light sheild formed around them as they were dragged into the unknown. Lundyn tried to scream, but no sound came out as she and Pic were pulled into the vacuum. Quote going offline for a few minutes or maybe an hour it depends 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spark of Hope Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 30 minutes ago, shortcake said: Quote Elan unwittingly made a love triangle 25 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Quote OVER MY DEAD BODY 18 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. She tried to make friction with the floor, but wasn’t able to. This can’t be the end… not when I was finally… 10 minutes ago, Cash67 said: Pic's grip on Lundyn increased to an almost painful level, and he instictually leaped away from the vaccum. His legs carried him far, but not far enough to excape the pull. He passsed by everyone who was being sucked into the vaccum, and then began to approach them once again. Pic pulled Lundyn close, and started humming the marching beat again. The same light sheild formed around them as they were dragged into the unknown. “Pic! Lundyn!” She wasn’t sure if she was heard. 4 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Elan gritted his teeth as the pull of the vaccum threatened to leave him in the void. Even his strongest magical defenses were being pushed to their limits. He tried holding on to the walls of the hall, but all they did was cut his hands as he slipped closer and closer. "NO!" He shouted. He felt something in him flicker, threatening to go out. This had never happened before. Am I going to DIE?! He starts to shake, fear consuming his insides. His grounding on the floor began to slip and he mutters, "Nononononononono..." as finally his magic flickers out and he falls into the void. She grabbed his ankle as they were pulled through. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aeoryi she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 1 hour ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. Quote I'm assuming Quinn is here. "Hold up. Who ARE you? There can only be one morally wrong person here. That's me." Quinn pointed at himself. "Get out of here, bootleg Lex Luthor." 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bookwyrm he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 (edited) 1 hour ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: As they all approached Thaidakar, saying his name, asking a question, Thaidakar touched the handle of the door. It was cold to the touch, inventing, familiar, and oh so unforgiving. A flicker of a smile touched his face as he recognized the patter not the floor beneath his knees. The First pattern. Behind the door, light and dark flickered, casting long shadows that moved as if in a dance without rhythm and without beat, yet was intoxicating to the eye. Thaidakar felt the minds of those who approached, not going in, simply recognizing their presence. Words were difficult. But that had always been the case for Thaidakar in some way. Words, to be heard, had to be rhythmic. They could not stand as the shadows around him. "Words," Thaidakar said, "Are like booze. Too little and you're left wanting more, too much and you wish you hadn't even began. The definition of either changes in every scenario. You have to be lucky to get the right ones. In a sense, words are a chameleon of fortune." He stood, turning to the group of people, noting the expressions on their face. "As booze is the glue that holds a good party together, words are the glue which holds humanity together. "And it is also the weapon which destroys it." Thaidakar drew in a breath of the ever growing stuffier air of the corridor, dust intermixing as feet pattered upon the ground, sending it up in musky clouds. Thaidakar's hand tightened on the handle of the door, flexing over the rotund edges. "Yet there are times when booze, and therefore words, fail. There are times when we falter with our words and when the booze does not have the intended result." Thaidakar ripped open the door, revealing a green night sky with shifting constellations and distant shapes. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze and Thaidakar said, "In those moments, actions, and, consequently, a swift punch to the other person's gut, are superior to words." With a loud burst of air, everyone in the hallway were sucked violently towards the void by a sort of vacuum in reality. He leapt into the air, falling back into the void with a grin on his face. He fell as if onto a canvas, growing slowly smaller to those who were still flying towards the door, "Wouldn't you agree?" @The Bookwyrm @The Aspiring Archivist @Ancient Elantrian @Spark of Hope @anyone else who was in this scene. Bookwyrm felt the lurch in his stomach, the pull of that strange void. He started to fall. Determination overcame him. He angled himself in the air, flew towards the door. I'm sorry, Insa, he sent telepathically. I have to leave. But I promise, I'll come back soon. Stay safe. Don't forget how important you are. Then he crossed into the void. I'm coming, Thaidakar. @InfiniteInsanity Edited May 3 by The Bookwyrm 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 1 hour ago, Cash67 said: Pic's grip on Lundyn increased to an almost painful level, and he instictually leaped away from the vaccum. His legs carried him far, but not far enough to excape the pull. He passsed by everyone who was being sucked into the vaccum, and then began to approach them once again. Pic pulled Lundyn close, and started humming the marching beat again. The same light sheild formed around them as they were dragged into the unknown. 1 hour ago, Ancient Elantrian said: Elan gritted his teeth as the pull of the vaccum threatened to leave him in the void. Even his strongest magical defenses were being pushed to their limits. He tried holding on to the walls of the hall, but all they did was cut his hands as he slipped closer and closer. "NO!" He shouted. He felt something in him flicker, threatening to go out. This had never happened before. Am I going to DIE?! He starts to shake, fear consuming his insides. His grounding on the floor began to slip and he mutters, "Nononononononono..." as finally his magic flickers out and he falls into the void. 1 hour ago, shortcake said: Lundyn tried to scream, but no sound came out as she and Pic were pulled into the vacuum. 1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said: She tried to make friction with the floor, but wasn’t able to. This can’t be the end… not when I was finally… “Pic! Lundyn!” She wasn’t sure if she was heard. She grabbed his ankle as they were pulled through. 5 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said: Bookwyrm felt the lurch in his stomach, the pull of that strange void. He started to fall. Determination overcame him. He angled himself in the air, flew towards the door. I'm sorry, Insa, he sent telepathically. I have to leave. But I promise, I'll come back soon. Stay safe. Don't forget how important you are. Then he crossed into the void. I'm coming, Thaidakar. @InfiniteInsanity There was the sound of shattering glass around them as reality fractured around each of them, adjusting to unfamiliar beings in this other world. Each of them, except for Thaidakar. "Ahh, yes," Thaidakar said calmly, "Home." He shifted his form, turning towards what seemed like exactly as the rest of the area and closed his eyes. A bright light shimmered from him and he changed forms into his Soulless form. Quote gonna be real here, I kinda forgot about the fact that Thaid was a soulless, and even that the soulless existed, for a good long bit until when I was writing the previous post and went "Oh, right." Snaking black scales, glowing red eyes, and a cravat shaped bit of cream on his chest, Thaidakar began to slither away from the group. His tail swished around the group as he ejected himself away to... well, that would be soon to be seen. As for everyone else left there, they would continue falling forever, only eachother and the endless void below for company. Never to eat food again, never to feel solid ground beneath them, and never to see the clinic again. That was, until a solemn voice from a bright yellow hovercraft that had just arrived in the area said, as she kept pace with them as they fell, "You need a lift, or are you doing this for the experience?" Mostly to herself, she said, "Only arrogant buggers with nothing to lose do this for fun, if ya ask me... aint that right?" She pushed a button on the craft and a quirky tune played. 23 minutes ago, Aeoryi said: "Hold up. Who ARE you? There can only be one morally wrong person here. That's me." Quinn pointed at himself. "Get out of here, bootleg Lex Luthor." A mental projection shot into Quinn's mind. I was here first. Get in line. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spark of Hope Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 4 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: There was the sound of shattering glass around them as reality fractured around each of them, adjusting to unfamiliar beings in this other world. Each of them, except for Thaidakar. "Ahh, yes," Thaidakar said calmly, "Home." He shifted his form, turning towards what seemed like exactly as the rest of the area and closed his eyes. A bright light shimmered from him and he changed forms into his Soulless form. Snaking black scales, glowing red eyes, and a cravat shaped bit of cream on his chest, Thaidakar began to slither away from the group. His tail swished around the group as he ejected himself away to... well, that would be soon to be seen. As for everyone else left there, they would continue falling forever, only eachother and the endless void below for company. Never to eat food again, never to feel solid ground beneath them, and never to see the clinic again. That was, until a solemn voice from a bright yellow hovercraft that had just arrived in the area said, as she kept pace with them as they fell, "You need a lift, or are you doing this for the experience?" Mostly to herself, she said, "Only arrogant buggers with nothing to lose do this for fun, if ya ask me... aint that right?" She pushed a button on the craft and a quirky tune played. A mental projection shot into Quinn's mind. I was here first. Get in line. “PLEASE!” she answered. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cash67 he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 15 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: There was the sound of shattering glass around them as reality fractured around each of them, adjusting to unfamiliar beings in this other world. Each of them, except for Thaidakar. "Ahh, yes," Thaidakar said calmly, "Home." He shifted his form, turning towards what seemed like exactly as the rest of the area and closed his eyes. A bright light shimmered from him and he changed forms into his Soulless form. Snaking black scales, glowing red eyes, and a cravat shaped bit of cream on his chest, Thaidakar began to slither away from the group. His tail swished around the group as he ejected himself away to... well, that would be soon to be seen. As for everyone else left there, they would continue falling forever, only eachother and the endless void below for company. Never to eat food again, never to feel solid ground beneath them, and never to see the clinic again. That was, until a solemn voice from a bright yellow hovercraft that had just arrived in the area said, as she kept pace with them as they fell, "You need a lift, or are you doing this for the experience?" Mostly to herself, she said, "Only arrogant buggers with nothing to lose do this for fun, if ya ask me... aint that right?" She pushed a button on the craft and a quirky tune played. A mental projection shot into Quinn's mind. I was here first. Get in line. 10 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said: “PLEASE!” she answered. Pic threw himself and Lundyn againt the wall of the orb they were in, hurtling them towards the hovercraft. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bookwyrm he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 35 minutes ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said: Snaking black scales, glowing red eyes, and a cravat shaped bit of cream on his chest, Thaidakar began to slither away from the group. His tail swished around the group as he ejected himself away to... well, that would be soon to be seen. As for everyone else left there, they would continue falling forever, only eachother and the endless void below for company. Never to eat food again, never to feel solid ground beneath them, and never to see the clinic again. That was, until a solemn voice from a bright yellow hovercraft that had just arrived in the area said, as she kept pace with them as they fell, "You need a lift, or are you doing this for the experience?" Mostly to herself, she said, "Only arrogant buggers with nothing to lose do this for fun, if ya ask me... aint that right?" She pushed a button on the craft and a quirky tune played. Bookwyrm watched as Thaidakar snaked into the green sky, vanishing into an unknown distance. Try though he might, his power over gravity didn't seem to work as strongly here. Well, sparks. Looks like all that was for nothing, then. He dismissed his sword and looked around. Pic, Lundyn, Elan, and Aventine drifted in the void. He opened his mouth to call to them, but then the hovercraft appeared. He let himself slowly drift towards the yellow craft. @Cash67 @Spark of Hope @shortcake @Ancient Elantrian Quote Am I forgetting anyone? Did I get everyone's names right? Bookwyrm doesn't know any of your characters so some introductions might be in order. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
InfiniteInsanity she/her Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 On 4/29/2024 at 5:13 PM, The Aspiring Archivist said: The voice was now more concrete. "Yes. Thank you." @InfiniteInsanity Clinic: Ash's Office (Ash) Ash smiled. "I'm glad that helped. Is there anything else I can do to help?" 58 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said: Bookwyrm felt the lurch in his stomach, the pull of that strange void. He started to fall. Determination overcame him. He angled himself in the air, flew towards the door. I'm sorry, Insa, he sent telepathically. I have to leave. But I promise, I'll come back soon. Stay safe. Don't forget how important you are. Then he crossed into the void. I'm coming, Thaidakar. @InfiniteInsanity Clinic: Insa's room (Insa) I'm gonna start looking for Saar. Something tells me this won't be short. Please be careful. Insa looked around her room. She didn't have much in here. It was mainly just somewhere she went when she didn't want to be around people. Now that the boy is gone we could meet up... To talk? I guess we can do that. Insa sighed. She quickly shoved somethings into a bag and then vanished from her room. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bookwyrm he/him Posted May 3 Report Share Posted May 3 (edited) 2 minutes ago, InfiniteInsanity said: Clinic: Ash's Office (Ash) Ash smiled. "I'm glad that helped. Is there anything else I can do to help?" Clinic: Insa's room (Insa) I'm gonna start looking for Saar. Something tells me this won't be short. Please be careful. Insa looked around her room. She didn't have much in here. It was mainly just somewhere she went when she didn't want to be around people. Now that the boy is gone we could meet up... To talk? I guess we can do that. Insa sighed. She quickly shoved somethings into a bag and then vanished from her room. Quote ....That was not what Bookwyrm wanted to happen. This will be nice and juicy later....hehehe... EDIT: That sounded weird. Sorry. Edited May 3 by The Bookwyrm 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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