Cuz I'm Bored: A Chaotic/Everything RP

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

9 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

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

"Awwwww!"

7 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Do you think Ver could find her?”

 

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

"Maybe . . . I dunno."

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Awwwww!"

"Maybe . . . I dunno."

“Well, we can at least ask him."

She stood up and walked over. “Hey, Ver?"

@Slay the Living Hoid

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

17 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?"

On 3/9/2026 at 8:06 AM, Through the Living Hope said:

Ver gasped as the sensation burned him. It hurt, but in the pain, it was so, so real. Slowly, he reactivated his vision to look around.

”Lati?” The broken word left his mouth sounding dry.

As he looked around, he saw oddly that the environment had changed. For some reason, the world of storms he had walked was gone, replaced with a light, treed meadow. Some birds chirped in the distance. Ver struggled to understand. It he didn’t dream. Could he be dead, or his mind controlled? He shoved the thoughts out of his head. He didn’t care. He was here, and the others were here too.

21 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.”

Ver turned to the man who had suddenly appeared. His clothing was unusual, nothing Ver recognized. But his words cracked through his meditations.

”Help? Yes, I need help. Help.” He had come here looking for help. Açila. The planet was still dying. The Cloud was still there. Could he still save it? A part of him wanted to ignore it, to forget about it. But his conscience wouldn’t allow that. Back to the present.

”Who… are you, exactly?”

40 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Well, we can at least ask him."

She stood up and walked over. “Hey, Ver?"

@Slay the Living Hoid

Ver got up, and turned to her.

”Hello, Réva. It’s been a while. What… happened to you guys?”

As he looked at them, Ver kept an eye on Rane and the Fox, who now stood discussing near a log nearby.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

Ver gasped as the sensation burned him. It hurt, but in the pain, it was so, so real. Slowly, he reactivated his vision to look around.

”Lati?” The broken word left his mouth sounding dry.

As he looked around, he saw oddly that the environment had changed. For some reason, the world of storms he had walked was gone, replaced with a light, treed meadow. Some birds chirped in the distance. Ver struggled to understand. It he didn’t dream. Could he be dead, or his mind controlled? He shoved the thoughts out of his head. He didn’t care. He was here, and the others were here too.

Ver turned to the man who had suddenly appeared. His clothing was unusual, nothing Ver recognized. But his words cracked through his meditations.

”Help? Yes, I need help. Help.” He had come here looking for help. Açila. The planet was still dying. The Cloud was still there. Could he still save it? A part of him wanted to ignore it, to forget about it. But his conscience wouldn’t allow that. Back to the present.

”Who… are you, exactly?”

Ver got up, and turned to her.

”Hello, Réva. It’s been a while. What… happened to you guys?”

As he looked at them, Ver kept an eye on Rane and the Fox, who now stood discussing near a log nearby.

“I don’t remember much. I woke up from a deep sleep a few minutes ago.” She paused. “I want to ask if you can locate someone."

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

15 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“I don’t remember much. I woke up from a deep sleep a few minutes ago.” She paused. “I want to ask if you can locate someone."

He felt something within him sink.

”Which one?”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

He felt something within him sink.

”Which one?”

“Lati’s mother. She said she wants to meet her."

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

24 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Lati’s mother. She said she wants to meet her."

“Ohh…”

Ver paused. He had been expecting one of their friends; Jidah, Owen maybe. Rhyme. He had tried them all already. All of the chips he had placed on them had gone dark, the same as the one on Réva had until now - he had never managed to get one on Lati.

”Réva, I’d love to, but… I don’t know who she is.”

[Through the Living Hope]

5 minutes ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

“Ohh…”

Ver paused. He had been expecting one of their friends; Jidah, Owen maybe. Rhyme. He had tried them all already. All of the chips he had placed on them had gone dark, the same as the one on Réva had until now - he had never managed to get one on Lati.

”Réva, I’d love to, but… I don’t know who she is.”

“If she was able to remember anything about her, would you?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Well, we can at least ask him."

She stood up and walked over. “Hey, Ver?"

@Slay the Living Hoid

"I guess . . ."

1 hour ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

Ver gasped as the sensation burned him. It hurt, but in the pain, it was so, so real. Slowly, he reactivated his vision to look around.

”Lati?” The broken word left his mouth sounding dry.

As he looked around, he saw oddly that the environment had changed. For some reason, the world of storms he had walked was gone, replaced with a light, treed meadow. Some birds chirped in the distance. Ver struggled to understand. It he didn’t dream. Could he be dead, or his mind controlled? He shoved the thoughts out of his head. He didn’t care. He was here, and the others were here too.

Ver turned to the man who had suddenly appeared. His clothing was unusual, nothing Ver recognized. But his words cracked through his meditations.

”Help? Yes, I need help. Help.” He had come here looking for help. Açila. The planet was still dying. The Cloud was still there. Could he still save it? A part of him wanted to ignore it, to forget about it. But his conscience wouldn’t allow that. Back to the present.

”Who… are you, exactly?”

Ver got up, and turned to her.

”Hello, Réva. It’s been a while. What… happened to you guys?”

As he looked at them, Ver kept an eye on Rane and the Fox, who now stood discussing near a log nearby.

Quote

awwww T~T

". . . Ver? What's wrong?"

11 minutes ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

“Ohh…”

Ver paused. He had been expecting one of their friends; Jidah, Owen maybe. Rhyme. He had tried them all already. All of the chips he had placed on them had gone dark, the same as the one on Réva had until now - he had never managed to get one on Lati.

”Réva, I’d love to, but… I don’t know who she is.”

6 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“If she was able to remember anything about her, would you?”

Lati watched silently.

Edited March 10 by Through The Living Glass

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

35 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“If she was able to remember anything about her, would you?”

“I…”

Ver wanted to say no. But he could sense something in Lati, even though he couldn’t see her. A hope.

”I guess if she was famous enough, with some information, I could try searching my Cloud databases.”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

“I…”

Ver wanted to say no. But he could sense something in Lati, even though he couldn’t see her. A hope.

”I guess if she was famous enough, with some information, I could try searching my Cloud databases.”

Réva turned to Lati. “I want you to focus as hard as you can to try to remember your mom, okay? It might be really hard, but if you can remember something, maybe Ver can find her. If not, we can try to find something else.”

@Through The Living Glass

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

“I…”

Ver wanted to say no. But he could sense something in Lati, even though he couldn’t see her. A hope.

”I guess if she was famous enough, with some information, I could try searching my Cloud databases.”

". . . Maybe . . ." she whispered.

2 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

Réva turned to Lati. “I want you to focus as hard as you can to try to remember your mom, okay? It might be really hard, but if you can remember something, maybe Ver can find her. If not, we can try to find something else.”

@Through The Living Glass

"I- I don't know, Réva . . ."

[Through the Living Hope]

19 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Maybe . . ." she whispered.

"I- I don't know, Réva . . ."

“Will you try at least once? Please? I want to be able to do this for you.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Hope said:

“Will you try at least once? Please? I want to be able to do this for you.”

She shrunk back and glooped onto the ground.

". . . Okay . . ."

She thought very, very hard.

[Verdance he/him]

5 hours ago, Slay the Living Hoid said:

Ver gasped as the sensation burned him. It hurt, but in the pain, it was so, so real. Slowly, he reactivated his vision to look around.

”Lati?” The broken word left his mouth sounding dry.

As he looked around, he saw oddly that the environment had changed. For some reason, the world of storms he had walked was gone, replaced with a light, treed meadow. Some birds chirped in the distance. Ver struggled to understand. It he didn’t dream. Could he be dead, or his mind controlled? He shoved the thoughts out of his head. He didn’t care. He was here, and the others were here too.

Ver turned to the man who had suddenly appeared. His clothing was unusual, nothing Ver recognized. But his words cracked through his meditations.

”Help? Yes, I need help. Help.” He had come here looking for help. Açila. The planet was still dying. The Cloud was still there. Could he still save it? A part of him wanted to ignore it, to forget about it. But his conscience wouldn’t allow that. Back to the present.

”Who… are you, exactly?”

Ver got up, and turned to her.

”Hello, Réva. It’s been a while. What… happened to you guys?”

As he looked at them, Ver kept an eye on Rane and the Fox, who now stood discussing near a log nearby.

Cris’ voice literally cracks through the next words, slightly. An awareness of the layers of the world beyond grants them a glimpse through the fourth wall. They do not understand what you are seeing, nor do they understand what you are looking past. But they understand a few things. “Mmm… a spiritualist? I dabbled in the occult back home. We’re still trying to decide whether or not the pig was actually demon possessed, though. What about you?”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Cris’ voice literally cracks through the next words, slightly. An awareness of the layers of the world beyond grants them a glimpse through the fourth wall. They do not understand what you are seeing, nor do they understand what you are looking past. But they understand a few things. “Mmm… a spiritualist? I dabbled in the occult back home. We’re still trying to decide whether or not the pig was actually demon possessed, though. What about you?”

Quote

There's not really any fourth wall breaking in this RP, just fyi

Thanks

 

[Verdance he/him]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

 

Quote

Ok. The main purpose was to give them any idea of what this world is, since i have studied but they havent. But noted, won’t use that again

 

Edited March 11 by Through The Living Grass

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Grass said:

 

Quote

Thanks! Just letting you know!

 

[Through the Living Hope]

10 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She shrunk back and glooped onto the ground.

". . . Okay . . ."

She thought very, very hard.

She waited patiently. 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

On 3/7/2026 at 10:12 AM, Argenti said:

The End? I don't care about the End.  The Fox says, rather flippantly. 

"But do you know anything about the end? If not, then you are not what I am looking for." The man says with anger in his voice. The Fox could sense pure hatred of you in his voice, but willingness to receed, at least for now. He begins to walk away.

On 3/8/2026 at 6:30 PM, 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.

The strange figure seems to stand still, as if split. If you dare to steal a glance at him, he will feel one overwhelmingly strong sentence explode in his head.

Well that's just offensive. Calling me 'that', cmon. I have a name ya know.

On 3/9/2026 at 9:01 PM, 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. 

Quote

Lmao now ur soundin like a primal

Spoiler

JOKES ON YOU I CANT NAME EITHER
I HAD A WHOLE RACE OF BEINGS WHOS WHOLE SHTICK WAS THEY WERE GODS OF OBJECTS BACKWARDS

EIKOOC, LEZTERP, and ENOCS WERE THE 3 MAIN CHARACTERS (yes, God was god of dogs, and Dog was god of... gods... and def dont mess with emit!!)

AND ANOTHER ONE
THAT WAS NORMAL WORDS FORWARDS

HA

 

 

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Coder said:

"But do you know anything about the end? If not, then you are not what I am looking for." The man says with anger in his voice. The Fox could sense pure hatred of you in his voice, but willingness to receed, at least for now. He begins to walk away.

The strange figure seems to stand still, as if split. If you dare to steal a glance at him, he will feel one overwhelmingly strong sentence explode in his head.

Well that's just offensive. Calling me 'that', cmon. I have a name ya know.

 

Coder’s back!!! Wher were you bud?

idk where i am in ORV like 250 something but dokja is getting steadily more gay :3

[Argenti he/him]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Coder said:

But do you know anything about the end? If not, then you are not what I am looking for." The man says with anger in his voice. The Fox could sense pure hatred of you in his voice, but willingness to receed, at least for now. He begins to walk away.

"It will end as it began. In Darkness."

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

22 hours ago, Through The Living Grass said:

Coder’s back!!! Wher were you bud?

idk where i am in ORV like 250 something but dokja is getting steadily more gay :3

Quote

Remember to quote your OOC text!

hi

see an SU i will be making soon for more context

21 hours ago, Argenti said:

"It will end as it began. In Darkness."

"I already know about the end. I am asking about The End of All Things. Right before The End of All Things, it loops. But soon, it wont. The end is a given. I am working to keep it that way."

[Argenti he/him]

8 hours ago, Through The Living Coder said:

"I already know about the end. I am asking about The End of All Things. Right before The End of All Things, it loops. But soon, it wont. The end is a given. I am working to keep it that way."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, and i really don't care."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

On 3/11/2026 at 7:05 AM, Through the Living Hope said:

She waited patiently. 

Lati thought reaaaaally hard.

”I . . . I can’t think of anything . . .” she sighed eventually.

”I don’t remember anyone . . . all I remember is a town . . . and that’s not helpful . . . I’m sorry . . .”