Cuz I'm Bored: A Chaotic/Everything RP

[Through the Living Hope]

33 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She was quiet for a second.

"I do? Huh?"

“Do you know how we can find her?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Do you know how we can find her?”

"Who?"

[Through the Living Hope]

49 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Who?"

“Your mom.”

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OOOOOOOOOH-

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Your mom.”

 

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XDDD

"My what?"

[Through the Living Hope]

6 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"My what?"

“You said you wanted to see your mom.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

10 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“You said you wanted to see your mom.”

“I did? When?”

[Through the Living Hope]

7 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

“I did? When?”

“Like.. thirty seconds ago?”

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

On 3/6/2026 at 7:42 PM, Through The Living Coder said:

A hooded figure stood far a way, just at the edge of your vision. When Ver tries to look at him straight ahead, the hooded figure vanished.

As Ver slowly regained a sense of reality, he felt his vision swim. Within him, his code worked frantically, trying to piece things together. A being, with a knife of darkness. A hooded figure, standing at the edge of his vision. The knife approaching. Oxy...

Oxymoron was dead. By the Framework, the goddamn Primal Oxymoron was dead. No, not just Oxymoron... they all were. Ver lay in the rain, shaken. In his databooks, the Primals were immortal. They transcended time, incarnations of the Framework itself. Beings of myth, until he had met one, that short time in which his existence had begun to make sense. Oxymoron had seemed insane, and yet, Ver had found a kinship in him when he stood against the Cloud. In that moment, he had seemed so human, so tangible... and now he was gone.

The rain continued to pour.

Oxymoron had sent out a final message, Ver concluded. Why he had received it, so powerfully, he could not fathom. But something in the energy had unlocked a piece of his consciousness he hadn't been able to access before - his memories from Before. In a phenomenon Ver didn't know any other agent of the Cloud to display - not that he really knew any others - he couldn't remember anything from before That Day. He knew the logs were there, he could feel them; they just weren't his to access. But the force of Oxy's message had broken the walls that held them back, and for a second, he had tasted them - before something pushed them back again. And now, they would not leave him alone. The taste had made him hunger.

Ver shook his head. No, no, no. No, he couldn't think about that now. He needed to survive. He needed to... what was that. A voice. 

On 3/7/2026 at 3:22 AM, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Ver?" Lati asked quietly, floating over.

"Are you okay?"

Ver choked out a phantom sob. Lati wasn't here. No, she couldn't be. She had vanished, along with the others, into the nothing when the Others arrived. He had seen it, right before his eyes. They were talking, and then the explosions began. The barrier went up, and Ver screamed, but he was too late. The others fell away, and then they came for him, banishing him to this damned world of storms and thunder.

But the voice didn't go away, and there was another voice with it. It sounded like... Réva's. They were talking about... someone's mom? No, that didn't make sense. Ver shakingly raised an arm, reaching out into the downpour, hoping to feel the burning that would mean she was real.

Oh, Singularity, he hoped she was real.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Like.. thirty seconds ago?”

". . . I did?"

2 hours ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

As Ver slowly regained a sense of reality, he felt his vision swim. Within him, his code worked frantically, trying to piece things together. A being, with a knife of darkness. A hooded figure, standing at the edge of his vision. The knife approaching. Oxy...

Oxymoron was dead. By the Framework, the goddamn Primal Oxymoron was dead. No, not just Oxymoron... they all were. Ver lay in the rain, shaken. In his databooks, the Primals were immortal. They transcended time, incarnations of the Framework itself. Beings of myth, until he had met one, that short time in which his existence had begun to make sense. Oxymoron had seemed insane, and yet, Ver had found a kinship in him when he stood against the Cloud. In that moment, he had seemed so human, so tangible... and now he was gone.

The rain continued to pour.

Oxymoron had sent out a final message, Ver concluded. Why he had received it, so powerfully, he could not fathom. But something in the energy had unlocked a piece of his consciousness he hadn't been able to access before - his memories from Before. In a phenomenon Ver didn't know any other agent of the Cloud to display - not that he really knew any others - he couldn't remember anything from before That Day. He knew the logs were there, he could feel them; they just weren't his to access. But the force of Oxy's message had broken the walls that held them back, and for a second, he had tasted them - before something pushed them back again. And now, they would not leave him alone. The taste had made him hunger.

Ver shook his head. No, no, no. No, he couldn't think about that now. He needed to survive. He needed to... what was that. A voice. 

Ver choked out a phantom sob. Lati wasn't here. No, she couldn't be. She had vanished, along with the others, into the nothing when the Others arrived. He had seen it, right before his eyes. They were talking, and then the explosions began. The barrier went up, and Ver screamed, but he was too late. The others fell away, and then they came for him, banishing him to this damned world of storms and thunder.

But the voice didn't go away, and there was another voice with it. It sounded like... Réva's. They were talking about... someone's mom? No, that didn't make sense. Ver shakingly raised an arm, reaching out into the downpour, hoping to feel the burning that would mean she was real.

Oh, Singularity, he hoped she was real.

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awwww T~T

She gasped and pulled back.

"Ver, be careful! I might hurt you . . ."

[Through the Living Hope]

14 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . I did?"

She gasped and pulled back.

"Ver, be careful! I might hurt you . . ."

“Yes, you did. Do you still want to?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

51 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Yes, you did. Do you still want to?”

". . . Yes? I think so."

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

8 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . I did?"

She gasped and pulled back.

"Ver, be careful! I might hurt you . . ."

“Please,” he said. “Please, hurt me.”

The rain had stopped. The thunder, at some point, had too. It was quiet, and the air no longer burned him, but still Ver did not dare open his eyes and shatter the dream.

[Through the Living Hope]

8 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Yes? I think so."

“Alright. Now, how do you think we would find her?”

[Verdance he/him]

Can i join? Ive read most of the worldvuidling Hoid compiled

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

17 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Can i join? Ive read most of the worldvuidling Hoid compiled

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Yes you can!

Just make a character and jump in

You didn’t need to read all that, but thank you 

Also, just a note, try to keep non-RP text in quote boxes so we can separate it easily

 

[Verdance he/him]

11 hours ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

“Please,” he said. “Please, hurt me.”

The rain had stopped. The thunder, at some point, had too. It was quiet, and the air no longer burned him, but still Ver did not dare open his eyes and shatter the dream.

A slim youth wearing a baggy pale yellow hoodie approached from behind a stand of trees. They wore an excess of bracelets and charms on their wrists, and bore a sorrowful expression. “That’s… not a great attitude. Death? Maybe some people seek it. Pain? If you’re looking for pain, maybe you should get help.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

15 hours ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

“Please,” he said. “Please, hurt me.”

The rain had stopped. The thunder, at some point, had too. It was quiet, and the air no longer burned him, but still Ver did not dare open his eyes and shatter the dream.

"What? Why?" she said timidly. After a moment, she hesitantly reached out and touched his hand just long enough for it to sizzle a little before pulling back.

"There. There, done," she said nervously.

". . . Are you okay, Ver?"

14 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Alright. Now, how do you think we would find her?”

". . . I dunno."

3 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

A slim youth wearing a baggy pale yellow hoodie approached from behind a stand of trees. They wore an excess of bracelets and charms on their wrists, and bore a sorrowful expression. “That’s… not a great attitude. Death? Maybe some people seek it. Pain? If you’re looking for pain, maybe you should get help.”

"Eep!" said a child-like disembodied voice.

"Who are you?"

[Verdance he/him]

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"What? Why?" she said timidly. After a moment, she hesitantly reached out and touched his hand just long enough for it to sizzle a little before pulling back.

"There. There, done," she said nervously.

". . . Are you okay, Ver?"

". . . I dunno."

"Eep!" said a child-like disembodied voice.

"Who are you?"

They glanced around, unsurprised. “Call me… Hypocrisy.” They fidgeted nervously with a bracelet. “Are you invisible or intangible?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Through The Living Grass said:

They glanced around, unsurprised. “Call me… Hypocrisy.” They fidgeted nervously with a bracelet. “Are you invisible or intangible?”

". . . Hypocrisy, okay. Um . . . am I what?"

[Verdance he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Hypocrisy, okay. Um . . . am I what?"

I don’t like normal names, if you can tell. They are boring. They have reasons, but I have to solidify their character first.
“Oh, just curious if you were a ghost. I’ve got something here that should make it difficult for those to interact with me, so checking to see if its either broken or if you’re just wearing the One Ring.” A mouse peeked out of their hoodie pocket and climbed up to their shoulder to say hi. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

I don’t like normal names, if you can tell. They are boring. They have reasons, but I have to solidify their character first.
“Oh, just curious if you were a ghost. I’ve got something here that should make it difficult for those to interact with me, so checking to see if its either broken or if you’re just wearing the One Ring.” A mouse peeked out of their hoodie pocket and climbed up to their shoulder to say hi. 

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hehe all good :3

Make sure you use quite boxes for non-rp messages btw! The little " on the top bar

". . . I don't think I am- MOUSE."

She giggled and floated closer (not that they could tell).

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . I don't think I am- MOUSE."

She giggled and floated closer (not that they could tell).

Cris scratched Napoleon behind the ear. “Hey bud. Meet…” he looked up. “What’s your name? I usually go by Cris, anyhow.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

34 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris scratched Napoleon behind the ear. “Hey bud. Meet…” he looked up. “What’s your name? I usually go by Cris, anyhow.”

"Lati!" she said happily.

"What's your mouse's name?"

[Verdance he/him]

6 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Lati!" she said happily.

"What's your mouse's name?"

“Napoleon. He looks up to Reepicheep.” Cris turns to the other figure. “Aaaare you okay?”

[Through the Living Hope]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"What? Why?" she said timidly. After a moment, she hesitantly reached out and touched his hand just long enough for it to sizzle a little before pulling back.

"There. There, done," she said nervously.

". . . Are you okay, Ver?"

". . . I dunno."

"Eep!" said a child-like disembodied voice.

"Who are you?"

“Do you think Ver could find her?”

8 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Lati!" she said happily.

"What's your mouse's name?"

 

2 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

“Napoleon. He looks up to Reepicheep.” Cris turns to the other figure. “Aaaare you okay?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Réva.”