The Bookwyrm

28 minutes ago, Argenti said:

Lucia chuckles "I'm the Governor of this Station. Which means I have a license to actually be armed, and have the power to make their lives a living hell. You can't run far on a station you know."

Olea's large, dark eyes widened. "You're the governor?"

46 minutes ago, Argenti said:

Seeing Olea's nervousness, Lucia notes "You're perfectly safe with me. I highly doubt anyone would dare mug me or anyone nearby me." 

With that, they keep walking down the dimly lit hallway, and a strange groan sounds from their right.

Olea wasn't quite reassured, but it was nice to know the woman thought so. 

"Why is that, if I may ask?" She said, before turning to the strange sound.

...That's probably nothing, right?

1 minute ago, Argenti said:

"Mh. Bastard is an insult. Means impure, but also just unpleasant." Lucia smiles at a passing boy, tossing him a candy. They take a left turn into a dingy hallway "This is a shortcut."

Olea nodded. 

...This would be a really good way to get a person like you mugged, she suddenly realized.

She sighed internally. Well...it wasn't like she had any money on her. Then again, her staff could be sold for a lot...she kept a tight hand on it's shaft, and a suspicious eye on Lucia.

Worse comes to worse, you can handle them for long enough to escape. ...Winds below, if I do get mugged and Sonia gets word of it, I'll never hear the end of it...

Just now, Argenti said:

"Your translator, I mean. I applaud your efforts to learning English the old-fashioned way, but having a translator helps fill in some gaps. I'm guessing you don't know Bastard?"

"...No." Oh, the translator. She tapped the device at the top of her staff. "This can perform translations if I need it to. I have it deactivated right now."

Just now, Argenti said:

"Anyway. Do you have the official English lexicon or the user-made one?" Lucia asks "The official one is fine for diplomacy, but if you want to actually speak to people..."

Olea blinked. "I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure what you're asking."

Just now, Argenti said:

"I'll do you one better. I'll take you to them myself. I was going that way anyway to lodge a complaint." 

"Oh." Olea hesitated. Then she bowed. "My thanks."

8 minutes ago, Argenti said:

"The OCR? Yes. This is their headquarters." Lucia frowns before continuing "Extra-Judicial bastards."

Olea blinked. She didn't know that last word, but got the jist of what it was used for.

I'm stepping into quite the mess here...Olea couldn't help but feel somewhat out of her depth.

"So..." she tenatively said. "Can you tell me where their offices are?"

55 minutes ago, Argenti said:

"Hm. Go on, I wish you well with your pad."  She spies a confused looking Visitor and marches over, heels clicking on the floor.

 

"You look lost, anything I can do for you, Visitor?"

Olea blinked at the human, somewhat surprised. She was a good foot and a half taller than most humans, but that wasn't super uncommon for the alien species that visited the system.

"I'm looking for the Office of Contact and Relations," she said, trying to keep her natural vocal warble from leaking into her English. "I heard this station was the headquarters for it's operations in the outer Sol system?"

As her ship slowly drifted closer to the station, Olea started to wonder if this was a smart idea.

The station didn't look particuarly dangerous on it's own, but it was quite large (not as large as some of her people's stations, but farily sizable for a human structure), and a size like that belied certain seedier spots. And with the rising tensions within the Sol system, both within human groups and between them and the outsiders visiting...she didn't feel particularly safe.

Not much to do about it at this point, she thought to herself.

A line of text appeared on her ship's message board.

Olea, it read, have you arrived yet? 

She tapped her response into the board:

Not yet, Sonia. Though I expect they'll let me in within the hour. Traffic is busy...they seem to have split arrivals between human and Visitor vessels. A somewhat disturbing portend of the stresses on their society right now.

Another line of text appeared below her response. Indeed. Stay safe, sister. If you manage to make any progress, or secure passage deeper into the system, let us know.

I highly doubt they'll allow an envoy to Earth that quickly...

Hope is a powerful virtue, Olea. Don't forget it. May the trees and winds bless you.

And you likewise. Olea ended the communication. 

After several more minutes of lazily orbiting, Olea's place in line came up. She gently guided her ship to the docking port and set it down amonst the craft of many other species. She recognized some of the models, but others were unfamilar to her.

After shutting her ship down, she grabbed her pack and staff, then headed to the docking ramp. Waiting for her was a human woman, holding a datapad. She held out a translator device to Olea.

"That won't be neccessary," she said in accented English. Her staff did have a translator capability if she needed to talk with a species who's language she didn't know, but this woman didn't need to know that.

The woman seemed suprised. "Oh. Okay." She tucked the translator device into a pocket of her jumpsuit. "Um...your ship log and visa looks good...can you state your purpose here on the station?"

"I'm here to meet with the Office of Contact and Relations to discuss my passage into the inner system." It was a roundabout method. Olea herself disliked it, as it downgraded the importance of their message in the human's eyes. Then again, in this instance there was a benefit to discretion.

The woman frowned at her response. "Okay..." She studied Olea, looking over her blue and silver robes, feathered head, large eyes, looping horns, and long beak. Her feathers were pale white, which was uncommon among her people. Olea was proud of them. 

The woman seemed to realize she was staring, and her eyes shot back to her datapad. "Alright. Uh..." she scrolled for a moment. "Okay, your paperwork checks out." Her pad ejected a small slip of paper. "Just show this to the guys at the door and they should let you through."

Olea bowed. "My thanks." Then she took the slip and made her way to the entryway into the station proper. As was stated, she was admitted without trouble. 

She gazed around the central Atrium, filled to the brim with pedestrians and merchants and people of all varieties.

Well...I'd better get started.

And keep my guard up as I do so.

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Did we decide what kind of station this is?

"TANDEM TORTURE IS SO MUCH FUN" - @Kajsa

I'm surprised no one quoted that one thing I said the other day.

A test...

@ɴɪɢʜʈ

Okay, good.

5 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Ok.

So

Did you see the small summary? Twasn’t much, so I’ll give another thingamajig:

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Worlds in this fiction are created by Spirits, the first of which being Madness, using “the Archstone” which is has many features (including reality), but more importantly, it can bind other Spirits.

Other Spirits mimicked reality, but we’re unable to replicate that.

At the end of part one, these people were gearing up for a showdown with Fear, the antagonist, who had stolen the Archstone and was creating something similar.

They were abruptly teleported to a new world, the world governed by Fear’s Archstone, along with many other people.

These other people would be from completely separate worlds, and would have no knowledge of the Spirits.

The new peoples (and some of em old peoples) will be RPing these.

Also, imma get my character down, now that Retlen is dead:

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Name: Aelorin “the Duelist”

History: prominent duelist in another reality, has trained for centuries with the blades (used to be immortal, is not anymore due to the magic cutty offy thing). Watched society becomed advanced, became a sort of executioner.

Personality: Grim, reserved. Occasional morbid joke.

Waddodeylooklike: He is tall, brown eyes and thin build, uuuuuhhhhhh black hair, looks young but is very old.

Skills: duelist, of course. Stealth.

 

What are Spirits? Are they like Shards? Are there smaller spirits? What do the worlds they make look like? Do you mean "worlds" as in like planets, or worlds as in dimensions? How does magic work, exactly? What was the old world like, and how is this one different?

4 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Sure

 

COOL

@The Bookwyrm

When is your mission? Would I consider joining?

I only really have half a month or so.

I guess I could try, but I know nothing about this world or the premise.

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

The plot for the old RP was like an end of part 1 kind of deal, this is part 2

Okay...I guess I'll defer to your judgement.

...You destroyed the world so you're making a new RP?

I'm normal

I think

I still feel bad sometimes

2 minutes ago, The Wandering Wizard said:

You know this reminds me of the sausage boy from the Septimus Heap series

I started that series once.

I don't remember anything about it except there was a guy named Septimus and also magic.

I agree, Haly is not food.

The thing you don't understand is that food's purpose is to be eaten, and therefore it wants to be eaten. It's not like death to them. It's fulfilling their purpose. They don't have a concept of death.

Like, think of the little bead of food in Shadesmar. It's not going to be scared of being eaten. It's going to want to be eaten, because it's food, and that's what food does.

On 1/10/2025 at 3:56 PM, Halcyon The Only said:

I’m just waiting for approval of my character dynamic ideas. 

Sorry; yeah, that should work.

30 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Alr. Also, for the two characters featured, she's a sneaky assassin person trying to save the nerdy smart one. Except he's betrayed his country 1. because it's a lost cause 2. in exchange for promises that the people he cares about won't be hurt 3. because he's a nerdy science dude and they have a lot of cool science stuff. 

Does that sound okay before I write up the quick summary?

Betrayed which country? The one the assassin is from, or the Empire her nation is fighting?

ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION THE MAGIC SYSTEM SHE USES

She has the power to solidify and manipulate shadows, using them kind of as tentacles, but overusing the power causes her vision to fade, which can cause temporary blindness. If she uses her powers too much, it causes permanent blindness. So there's a limit.

The shadowy magic system is kind of frowned upon in society, which is why she's a sneaking assassin instead of a soldier.

@Telrao, I would've thought your favorite spren were Seons.

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

 

 

I'm with Magi. Let's just let each person fill in the gaps for themselves. If you want, I can write the scene summary and we can get started on that sometime today. 

The second thing does sound kinda fun though. I don't think we need to scrap the original. 

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

I'm still interested in the original plan, but that new one does sounds like fun

1 hour ago, Magi said:

I think we can still do the first plan (I'd rather it, really), but instead of planning every detail so they're as close as possible, we should just come up with a good summary of what we already have and then let everyone write a scene based on it.

Yes, the differences will be bigger then just personal style, but I think it could be fun to see how each person decides to do the same points differently.

53 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

I'm still interested in the old one, and I think we're ready to start writing it

that being said, I'd love to write the end of a novel and let somebody unscramble it 

Unanimously, I have misinterpreted the situation, it appears.

Haly, if you think you're ready for it, go ahead.

Okay, this is dying. I don't know if each of us have the focus and interest left in this project to worldbuild a world, design characters, and plan a scene, and then meticulously write a scene based on that outline. If we want to keep doing it, we can, but I would like to propose an entirely NEW experiment:

Each participant writes a scene that is the ending of a story. Then they give the ending to another writer, and that writer has to write a scene that is the beginning of said story.

I think something like this was done long ago, even before my era.

And so a new one is built.