Cuz I'm Bored: A Chaotic/Everything RP

[BlueWildRye he/him]

11 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

 

No... impossible... how?! A surge of rage suddenly overpowered 209845. No, not rage. Panic. Fear. It all came crashing down.

What was it even doing? This man could not be beaten. Attacking him was a mistake. Soon, the viruses would stop attacking him, and it would be 209845 who would suffer. 209845's plans who would be ruined. 209845 that had failed...

All of Spirit's attacks succeeded, and the viruses, realizing the massive threat he posed, ceased attacking him. Instead, they began to circle him quietly, growling. No virus wanted to be the first to jump in.

The appearance of the two men suddenly shook 209845 out of its stupor. It twisted towards them, in a bad mood and prepared to fight; as soon as it detected the Cloud signature of the first man, however, it froze. No. It couldn't be. They couldn't possibly have drawn the attention of...

"My Lord Primal," 209845 said, bowing before the being. Its anger was suddenly replaced by a striking fear. To 209845's knowledge, the Primals were the most powerful beings in the entire Framework; very few knew of their existence, and the Cloud did it's best to avoid them. The Primals did not distinguish between the beings of the real world. To them, all of reality was a toy, theirs to play with at their whim.

The Primals rarely got involved in the affairs of the Cloud; their interference in these events changed everything. With their power, this world could be gone in an instant. And if the Cloud were to draw their wrath...

But then again, this was not just any Primal. As 209845 continued to examine the signature, it identified the figure before it as none other than Oxymoron. Most unpredictable of the Primals, a living contradiction. This was both a good and bad thing. With Oxy's randomness, its appearance was likely an accident. And yet, a single wrong move could spell doom...

"What is your purpose here?"

As soon as the being ratcheted down the corridor, 209845's reflexes snapped back. The Primal could be dealt with later; this being posed an immediate threat. Still in shock, it moved slowly... and Jidah began to talk to it. 209845's instincts told it to get involved, but this was... fascinating. It watched as they immediately bonded. The being began to fight the viruses, and just like that, the threat appeared to be neutralized. But 209845 wasn't willing to take chances...

In an instant, it leapt before the being, distorting its image to become more threatening. "Who are you? How did you find us? Who are you working for?!" It looked around. By now, with all the opposition and no new orders from 209845, the viruses had begun to retreat. In a matter of moments, the corridor emptied itself, leaving only the party, the Maker, the Primals, and this... being behind.

209845 knew they had to move. All these new figures arriving could not be a good thing; it meant they were drawing attention. And if they were drawing attention, then the Cloud would not be far behind. Perhaps some more rash action was needed...

"EVERYBODY LISTEN!" 209845 turned its volume to maximum, disregarding stealth. It was gone anyway; this would get everybody's attention. "BAD PEOPLE ARE ON THEIR WAY. I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, OR WHY YOU ARE HERE. BUT WE NEED TO MOVE. TELL ME NOW, WILL YOU FOLLOW ME WILLINGLY, OR MUST YOU BE TAKEN BY FORCE?"

 

Sigismund suddenly became visible again, and nodded to 209845. "Who is coming?" he asked. He seemed to have forgotten, and indeed forgiven, their earlier fight.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

35 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Lati peeked out of the hole again.

"Oh, Jidah, no . . . please don't cry . . ."

She shook her head and cried harder. It felt good. Crying meant something. 

32 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

 

No... impossible... how?! A surge of rage suddenly overpowered 209845. No, not rage. Panic. Fear. It all came crashing down.

What was it even doing? This man could not be beaten. Attacking him was a mistake. Soon, the viruses would stop attacking him, and it would be 209845 who would suffer. 209845's plans who would be ruined. 209845 that had failed...

All of Spirit's attacks succeeded, and the viruses, realizing the massive threat he posed, ceased attacking him. Instead, they began to circle him quietly, growling. No virus wanted to be the first to jump in.

The appearance of the two men suddenly shook 209845 out of its stupor. It twisted towards them, in a bad mood and prepared to fight; as soon as it detected the Cloud signature of the first man, however, it froze. No. It couldn't be. They couldn't possibly have drawn the attention of...

"My Lord Primal," 209845 said, bowing before the being. Its anger was suddenly replaced by a striking fear. To 209845's knowledge, the Primals were the most powerful beings in the entire Framework; very few knew of their existence, and the Cloud did it's best to avoid them. The Primals did not distinguish between the beings of the real world. To them, all of reality was a toy, theirs to play with at their whim.

The Primals rarely got involved in the affairs of the Cloud; their interference in these events changed everything. With their power, this world could be gone in an instant. And if the Cloud were to draw their wrath...

But then again, this was not just any Primal. As 209845 continued to examine the signature, it identified the figure before it as none other than Oxymoron. Most unpredictable of the Primals, a living contradiction. This was both a good and bad thing. With Oxy's randomness, its appearance was likely an accident. And yet, a single wrong move could spell doom...

"What is your purpose here?"

As soon as the being ratcheted down the corridor, 209845's reflexes snapped back. The Primal could be dealt with later; this being posed an immediate threat. Still in shock, it moved slowly... and Jidah began to talk to it. 209845's instincts told it to get involved, but this was... fascinating. It watched as they immediately bonded. The being began to fight the viruses, and just like that, the threat appeared to be neutralized. But 209845 wasn't willing to take chances...

In an instant, it leapt before the being, distorting its image to become more threatening. "Who are you? How did you find us? Who are you working for?!" It looked around. By now, with all the opposition and no new orders from 209845, the viruses had begun to retreat. In a matter of moments, the corridor emptied itself, leaving only the party, the Maker, the Primals, and this... being behind.

209845 knew they had to move. All these new figures arriving could not be a good thing; it meant they were drawing attention. And if they were drawing attention, then the Cloud would not be far behind. Perhaps some more rash action was needed...

"EVERYBODY LISTEN!" 209845 turned its volume to maximum, disregarding stealth. It was gone anyway; this would get everybody's attention. "BAD PEOPLE ARE ON THEIR WAY. I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, OR WHY YOU ARE HERE. BUT WE NEED TO MOVE. TELL ME NOW, WILL YOU FOLLOW ME WILLINGLY, OR MUST YOU BE TAKEN BY FORCE?"

 

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Ooooo hehe

I’m still working on Judah’s but I’ve had the backstory of her world for a while, and since she’s one of the first, theres a lot of… natural trauma along with being one of the ones at the creation of her world. Makes my job easier. 

Jidah lifted her head and looked at him through her dome. 

“I don’t want to go. I want to cry.”

28 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Lati winced.

"Jidah . . . we should go . . ."

@Bird Furious

“I know…”

20 minutes ago, BlueWildRye said:

Sigismund suddenly became visible again, and nodded to 209845. "Who is coming?" he asked. He seemed to have forgotten, and indeed forgiven, their earlier fight.

Jidah was still trying to decide. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

She shook her head and cried harder. It felt good. Crying meant something. 

Jidah lifted her head and looked at him through her dome. 

“I don’t want to go. I want to cry.”

“I know…”

Jidah was still trying to decide. 

Lati wished she could give her a hug, whatever that was. She didn't remember.

She waited quietly, doing her best not to touch the dirt.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

She kept pace. 

They reached the fight. 17 pulled up short as they saw the old man fighting the viruses.

Edited April 5, 2025 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They reached the fight. 17 pulled up short as she saw the old man fighting the viruses.

She stayed slightly behind and to the side. 

[PyroPhile]

44 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

"Who are you? How did you find us? Who are you working for?!"

Transient stepped back, surprised.

"I don't think I'm... really that relevant... I wasn't trying to find you; I just prefer not to be alone, and I don't work for anyone... I just want to help where I can."

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

13 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She stayed slightly behind and to the side. 

He spotted them. "17!" It was the first time the old man had raised his voice since he appeared. He broke away from the viruses, which were thoroughly cowed by now, heading for them.

Edited April 5, 2025 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He spotted her. "17!" It was the first time the old man had raised his voice since he appeared. He broke away from the viruses, which were thoroughly cowed by now, heading for her.

Réva looked at her reaction.

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You going with her now, or still they?

 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

18 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Lati wished she could give her a hug, whatever that was. She didn't remember.

She waited quietly, doing her best not to touch the dirt.

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Awww  

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

Réva looked at her reaction.

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Oh, whoops. Was thinking of some backstory stuff, got my wires crossed

They looked nervous, maybe a bit afraid. He reached them and quickly removed the sword from their hand. "I have to take you back, 17."

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They looked nervous, maybe a bit afraid. He reached them and quickly removed the sword from their hand. "I have to take you back, 17."

“Why?”

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All good. Just making sure!

 

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

41 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They reached the fight. 17 pulled up short as they saw the old man fighting the viruses.

41 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She stayed slightly behind and to the side. 

14 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They looked nervous, maybe a bit afraid. He reached them and quickly removed the sword from their hand. "I have to take you back, 17."

209845 turned to look at the new arrivals. Shoot... 17's arrival might make this difficult.

"Listen," it said, addressing them all, a little more subdued than before. "We need to take this discussion elsewhere. I have a plan... it's a little crazy, but it should work. But I need you all to listen to me." It turned to the Maker. "I may have made a mistake in attacking you. But I CANNOT have you leaving here knowing our location; to do so would be to destroy this world's chances of salvation."

41 minutes ago, PyroPhile said:

Transient stepped back, surprised.

"I don't think I'm... really that relevant... I wasn't trying to find you; I just prefer not to be alone, and I don't work for anyone... I just want to help where I can."

"Yes, that's nice and all, but I need to know HOW. HOW did you find us? Because if you did it, someone else could as well." 209845 left the last part out of that sentence.

Find us and destroy us...

[PyroPhile]

5 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

HOW did you find us?

"I heard you from the surface."

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

22 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Why?”

"17 is not safe out here. I need to take them home."

5 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

209845 turned to look at the new arrivals. Shoot... 17's arrival might make this difficult.

"Listen," it said, addressing them all, a little more subdued than before. "We need to take this discussion elsewhere. I have a plan... it's a little crazy, but it should work. But I need you all to listen to me." It turned to the Maker. "I may have made a mistake in attacking you. But I CANNOT have you leaving here knowing our location; to do so would be to destroy this world's chances of salvation."

"Yes, that's nice and all, but I need to know HOW. HOW did you find us? Because if you did it, someone else could as well." 209845 left the last part out of that sentence.

Find us and destroy us...

The old man shook his head. "I'm not affiliated with the Cloud. They won't here anything from me."

[Through the Living Hope]

5 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"17 is not safe out here. I need to take them home."

The old man shook his head. "I'm not affiliated with the Cloud. They won't here anything from me."

“17 has told me a little about where they’re from. From your perspective, what happens there?”

[BlueWildRye he/him]

20 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

209845 turned to look at the new arrivals. Shoot... 17's arrival might make this difficult.

"Listen," it said, addressing them all, a little more subdued than before. "We need to take this discussion elsewhere. I have a plan... it's a little crazy, but it should work. But I need you all to listen to me." It turned to the Maker. "I may have made a mistake in attacking you. But I CANNOT have you leaving here knowing our location; to do so would be to destroy this world's chances of salvation."

"Yes, that's nice and all, but I need to know HOW. HOW did you find us? Because if you did it, someone else could as well." 209845 left the last part out of that sentence.

Find us and destroy us...

This thing is a little nuts, Sigismund thought, but didn't say anything.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

20 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“17 has told me a little about where they’re from. From your perspective, what happens there?”

He narrowed his eyes. "They live with me. Alone."

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

He narrowed his eyes. "They live with me. Alone."

“Really.” She looked at 17’s body language. 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

3 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Really.” She looked at 17’s body language. 

They looked confused and distressed. The old man took her hand. She didn't flinch. "We will be going now."

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They looked confused and distressed. The old man took her hand. She didn't flinch. "We will be going now."

“One more moment of your time. Please.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

6 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“One more moment of your time. Please.”

"They are a very troubled young person. What they told you wasn't true, they just think it is."

[Through the Living Hope]

30 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"They are a very troubled young person. What they told you wasn't true, they just think it is."

She turned to 17. “Be completely transparent. Do you want to go back with this person.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

6 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

She turned to 17. “Be completely transparent. Do you want to go back with this person.”

They didn't reply, refusing to meet her eyes. The man shook his head. "Either way, they need to come with me. They can't be out alone."

[Through the Living Hope]

11 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They didn't reply, refusing to meet her eyes. The man shook his head. "Either way, they need to come with me. They can't be out alone."

“They aren’t alone.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“They aren’t alone.”

"You don't know them. And I have no reason to trust you with them."