Cuz I'm Bored: A Chaotic/Everything RP

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

12 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

She shrugged. Then she tilted her head, gazing at Lati’s hole. 

". . . What?"

[PyroPhile]

17 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

“Dunno,” Jidah said hollowly from inside her glowing dome. 

"Fair." He cuts through another virus.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . What?"

She said nothing, but her eyes darkened. 

3 minutes ago, PyroPhile said:

"Fair." He cuts through another virus.

"You?" 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Bird Furious said:

She said nothing, but her eyes darkened. 

". . . Jidah? Is something wrong?"

She backed into the hole a little more.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Jidah? Is something wrong?"

She backed into the hole a little more.

"I want to feel you." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

"I want to feel you." 

"Oh . . . I don't think that's a very good idea . . ."

She backed even further in.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oh . . . I don't think that's a very good idea . . ."

She backed even further in.

She stood up. The dome exploded violently, flinging the viruses every which way. Jidah stepped for Lati, then hesitated. 

Her hand dropped, and her eyes went back to being glazed over. The dome reappeared, flickering weakly and taking on an almost green color. She sat back down. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

She stood up. The dome exploded violently, flinging the viruses every which way. Jidah stepped for Lati, then hesitated. 

Her hand dropped, and her eyes went back to being glazed over. The dome reappeared, flickering weakly and taking on an almost green color. She sat back down. 

Lati yelped and retreated completely.

"J-Jidah?! Why'd you do that?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Lati yelped and retreated completely.

"J-Jidah?! Why'd you do that?"

"I didn't do anything. So what does it matter?" She stared at the dirt. "We'll all die anyway." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

"I didn't do anything. So what does it matter?" She stared at the dirt. "We'll all die anyway." 

". . . But . . . maybe not you? W-we'll get you not-mortal again . . ."

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 hours ago, PyroPhile said:

Transient rehastened his pace and summoned his sword- First only an outline, then getting filled with some form of generic material, then with metal.

"Do you need help?"

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Probably worth mentioning that he's holding his own against them, fighting with a metal cane covered in glowing patterns. Each time he hits one, it's damaged and there's a flash of light and sparks.

"If you could dispose of these creatures more permanently, that would be helpful."

6 hours ago, Spark of Hope said:

"I'm here for you," she said, trying to comfort them.

They ignored her, continuing to stride forward. Flashes of light started to become visible, coming from further down the tunnel.

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"If you could dispose of these creatures more permanently, that would be helpful."

They ignored her, continuing to stride forward. Flashes of light started to become visible, coming from further down the tunnel.

That was fine with her. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

40 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . But . . . maybe not you? W-we'll get you not-mortal again . . ."

"Meaning," she mumbled. "We never think about meaning." 

[BlueWildRye he/him]

6 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They ignored her, continuing to stride forward. Flashes of light started to become visible, coming from further down the tunnel.

Sigismund, who was still invisible, followed on light feet. "Your friends are attacking your Maker. They think they're doing the right thing, to protect you from him. I have to ask, what do you think?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

"Meaning," she mumbled. "We never think about meaning." 

". . . Okay?"

She sounded distressed.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

8 minutes ago, BlueWildRye said:

Sigismund, who was still invisible, followed on light feet. "Your friends are attacking your Maker. They think they're doing the right thing, to protect you from him. I have to ask, what do you think?"

"They're attacking him? Why?"

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"They're attacking him? Why?"

“They don’t want him to make you go back if you don’t want to.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“They don’t want him to make you go back if you don’t want to.”

"I don't want them to hurt him!"

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I don't want them to hurt him!"

“They might stop if you tell them to. But you’ll have to make the choice on what happens next.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

“They might stop if you tell them to. But you’ll have to make the choice on what happens next.”

They started speeding up.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

They started speeding up.

She kept pace. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

18 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

". . . Okay?"

She sounded distressed.

"I need to find meaning. What..." She choked and started to sob softly. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

12 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

"I need to find meaning. What..." She choked and started to sob softly. 

Lati peeked out of the hole again.

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

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

 

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Gosh, okay. I'm back! Let's see what I missed...

On 4/2/2025 at 7:56 PM, The Aspiring Archivist said:

The old man was holding his own. He regained his feet and calmly fended off the viruses with his cane. They could have been poorly behaved dogs to him with the way he acted now, firmly whacking any that got too close.

 

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...

On 4/2/2025 at 8:09 PM, SpiritOfWrath said:

@Hoid Slayer
Spirit raised his other hand, and a beacon of light appeared, coalescing into an aegis that he used to stem the tide of monsters.

On 4/3/2025 at 2:53 PM, SpiritOfWrath said:

 

 

Spirit twisted the hand holding the virus, fire erupting from it and devouring the beast. He threw the virus into the mass, fire spreading unnaturally between them as he raised the shield of light into the air, then chucked it, causing it to arc between targets in a flash of lightning.

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.

On 4/3/2025 at 3:40 PM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Yo. I am here. Where is here? I know where here is. I am not here. Goodbye" He says, not moving or leaving. He seems to have implied a question, even though he cannot outright say it.

On 4/3/2025 at 3:44 PM, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Leaving here is simple. Just fly over the viruses using this magical bridge I made.”

A magical bridge popped into place.

23 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"No like, I mean, where am I? What is this place? I don't want to leave" He says appearing to become sane

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?"

4 hours ago, PyroPhile said:

Transient ran through the strange red storm, looking for shelter, or more wishfully, people.

 

3 hours ago, PyroPhile said:

Transient found the cave where he heard people and started descending at a reckless pace.

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

It was quite dark. He should probably be careful not to trip on anything.

After he ran for a minute, he discovered there were lights up ahead.

3 hours ago, PyroPhile said:

After leaving the storm's influence, Transient slowed his pace as to not fall.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

3 hours ago, PyroPhile said:

Transient rehastened his pace and summoned his sword- First only an outline, then getting filled with some form of generic material, then with metal.

"Do you need help?"

3 hours ago, PyroPhile said:

 "... I think so."

1 hour ago, PyroPhile said:

Transient decided that they did, in fact, need help, and cut through a virus.

"Who're you people?" he asked, curiously.

1 hour ago, PyroPhile said:

"Fair." He cuts through another virus.

1 hour ago, Bird Furious said:

She stood up. The dome exploded violently, flinging the viruses every which way. Jidah stepped for Lati, then hesitated. 

Her hand dropped, and her eyes went back to being glazed over. The dome reappeared, flickering weakly and taking on an almost green color. She sat back down. 

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?"

On 4/2/2025 at 11:27 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

She did.

buuuuuuut she doesn't remember that . . .

And I have a super complicated backstory for her it's so sad and I love it so I don't want to spoil everything 

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I, too, have a super complicated backstory for 209845.

It's kinda insane 

Let's just say there's more to it than just the agent of the Cloud...

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 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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hehe

Lati winced.

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

@Bird Furious