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- No Preferences
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- Anything that actually has, you know, a good plot. I prefer RPs with fantastical elements, however, so generally, a bit of fantasy goes a long way.
@Psyker Landshark @Click This
They rose. Neither attaining an optimal answer nor deciding to gamble for a high return, they ascended to the blue void, bodies plastered against the rubble as they looked for something safer, for a threat, for anything that would give them a stimulus or an impetus that they could react to, that would force them into action. But other than that passing blackbird, nothing happened, and they continued to fall, higher, higher, higher.
The terrible azure abyss embraced them, the warmth of a mother closing into them as they disintegrated like the rubble, bodies crumbling in the annihilating light. From dust they were made, and to dust they returned, drifting into the new world.
@Asuras
She struggled. Pushing against the limits of her body, ignoring her internal screams. Her heart pounded violently, the ice cold water countered only by her body heat as she pushed further on. The man who was with her was farther away now, too self-absorbed in his own trial to really look back and see what was happening. She was being left behind. Abandoned. Discarded. Fear encroached, and in that moment, she tried to yell for help. Water filled her mouth the moment she opened it. She sputtered, her muscles locked, and she flailed.
Her body sank, the lady still convulsing, attempting to breathe despite being unable to. One foot caught into the black abyss, disappearing. Then another. Then her stomach. Torso. Arms. Neck. And, for that instant as she was neck-deep in black mud, she realized that she could breathe properly once more.
Then, her head sank as well, and she fell into desecration.
@Jakers
He swam, the ticking still ringing incessantly in his ears, blind and deaf to the world around him. There was only a singular road now, a road of pure water that veiled a dark abyss that they could not escape from. The shots that changed the world went unnoticed as he shut off all unnecessary information. Swimming was rhythmic, something that he could do for as long as he needed, provided he didn't think of anything else. He isolated himself from the world, from his own body, pushing, pushing, pushing for that self-perceived notion that reaching the obelisk was an accomplishment.
The water gave way beneath him, and suddenly he fell onto dry ground. Beside him was a still-warm corpse, half his face missing. A familiar face. The one that told him to name a bunny after him. In the distance, he could now see three other corpses, all once lovely girls, their blood staining the white ground.
Staining, or fertilizing?
The yellow-eyed devil looked down on him, and though he struggled, his limbs had lost their rhythm, and with it, their strength. A cracked, twisted, broken foot slammed into his head over and over again. Red splotches replaced white, until all he could see was scarlet. Scarlet darkness.
@Zombehs
He was alone in the world.
The blue void had devoured everything, and only the obelisk stood untouched, a black mark against the destructed world. Below him was a jet black void. Around him were unseen pillars of gravity that he had to duck into the waters to avoid, swimming silently. His blood was seeping out of his body, but regardless, he persisted.
After all, even if he was alone, even if he was wounded, he was still a true soldier.
Around him, the world continued to break, the ticking continuing to persist, until suddenly…
It stopped.
The world was silenced. Water stopped falling. Rubble stopped cracking. All he could hear was his heart beating, an eerie tranquility settling over the place.
GU DONG. GU DONG. GU DONG.
It was breaking.
Fractures ran up the sides of the obelisk, a thousand fissures spilling out the radiance that rested within. It was loathsome, but beautiful, an ugly blessing that marred the splendor of the sky-scraping tower with its luxurious opulence. Before his captivated eyes, the stone tower crumbled, revealing a shaft of golden lightning. It stayed there, transfixed for but a moment, before lancing out at light speed, disappearing with nary a sound.
Now, there truly was nothing in this landscape but a watery expanse.
Up above, the gray sky peered down at him, watched him fight. Fail. Fall.
Disappointment.
Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, he walks through the Dropout District, drinking in the decadence. A lady in a bawdy costume hooks him by the arm, but he slides out of her grasp effortlessly, a waltz that sent him weaving into the crowd. His black eyes glance at the crook of his elbow, at the canister slipped inbetween it.
The Jade Snake glimmered back.
They rose. Neither attaining an optimal answer nor deciding to gamble for a high return, they ascended to the blue void, bodies plastered against the rubble as they looked for something safer, for a threat, for anything that would give them a stimulus or an impetus that they could react to, that would force them into action. But other than that passing blackbird, nothing happened, and they continued to fall, higher, higher, higher.
The terrible azure abyss embraced them, the warmth of a mother closing into them as they disintegrated like the rubble, bodies crumbling in the annihilating light. From dust they were made, and to dust they returned, drifting into the new world.
@Asuras
She struggled. Pushing against the limits of her body, ignoring her internal screams. Her heart pounded violently, the ice cold water countered only by her body heat as she pushed further on. The man who was with her was farther away now, too self-absorbed in his own trial to really look back and see what was happening. She was being left behind. Abandoned. Discarded. Fear encroached, and in that moment, she tried to yell for help. Water filled her mouth the moment she opened it. She sputtered, her muscles locked, and she flailed.
Her body sank, the lady still convulsing, attempting to breathe despite being unable to. One foot caught into the black abyss, disappearing. Then another. Then her stomach. Torso. Arms. Neck. And, for that instant as she was neck-deep in black mud, she realized that she could breathe properly once more.
Then, her head sank as well, and she fell into desecration.
@Jakers
He swam, the ticking still ringing incessantly in his ears, blind and deaf to the world around him. There was only a singular road now, a road of pure water that veiled a dark abyss that they could not escape from. The shots that changed the world went unnoticed as he shut off all unnecessary information. Swimming was rhythmic, something that he could do for as long as he needed, provided he didn't think of anything else. He isolated himself from the world, from his own body, pushing, pushing, pushing for that self-perceived notion that reaching the obelisk was an accomplishment.
The water gave way beneath him, and suddenly he fell onto dry ground. Beside him was a still-warm corpse, half his face missing. A familiar face. The one that told him to name a bunny after him. In the distance, he could now see three other corpses, all once lovely girls, their blood staining the white ground.
Staining, or fertilizing?
The yellow-eyed devil looked down on him, and though he struggled, his limbs had lost their rhythm, and with it, their strength. A cracked, twisted, broken foot slammed into his head over and over again. Red splotches replaced white, until all he could see was scarlet. Scarlet darkness.
@Zombehs
He was alone in the world.
The blue void had devoured everything, and only the obelisk stood untouched, a black mark against the destructed world. Below him was a jet black void. Around him were unseen pillars of gravity that he had to duck into the waters to avoid, swimming silently. His blood was seeping out of his body, but regardless, he persisted.
After all, even if he was alone, even if he was wounded, he was still a true soldier.
Around him, the world continued to break, the ticking continuing to persist, until suddenly…
It stopped.
The world was silenced. Water stopped falling. Rubble stopped cracking. All he could hear was his heart beating, an eerie tranquility settling over the place.
GU DONG. GU DONG. GU DONG.
It was breaking.
Fractures ran up the sides of the obelisk, a thousand fissures spilling out the radiance that rested within. It was loathsome, but beautiful, an ugly blessing that marred the splendor of the sky-scraping tower with its luxurious opulence. Before his captivated eyes, the stone tower crumbled, revealing a shaft of golden lightning. It stayed there, transfixed for but a moment, before lancing out at light speed, disappearing with nary a sound.
Now, there truly was nothing in this landscape but a watery expanse.
Up above, the gray sky peered down at him, watched him fight. Fail. Fall.
Disappointment.
Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, he walks through the Dropout District, drinking in the decadence. A lady in a bawdy costume hooks him by the arm, but he slides out of her grasp effortlessly, a waltz that sent him weaving into the crowd. His black eyes glance at the crook of his elbow, at the canister slipped inbetween it.
The Jade Snake glimmered back.
Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, she closes another book in the archives of the Hugo Memorial Library. The book slides in deep, before falling into a hole in the wall. Another secret kept, another miracle forgotten. Her scarlet hair drifts over her eyes, a veil against the influence of the world, as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The Rose Sigil shimmered and disappeared.
The Rose Sigil shimmered and disappeared.
Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, they stand at the pinnacle of the Council Tower, the thousand lights of the school absolutely below them. The night wind rises, a cold autumnal bluster, but they stand unaffected, their gazes trained at the horizon, at the unknown. The leader's amethyst eyes flashed, a secret smile emerging. A fingersnap, and five figures disappeared.
The remaining one stretched out their arms and cradled that terrible, wonderful unknown.
"Now…shall we begin?"
.
.
.
<Your LOVE is False>
<Your WISH remains unfulfilled>
<World Destruction Complete>
Destructed ✧ World ✧ Cacophony
The Second Toll
Destruction | Resurrection | Perfection
The remaining one stretched out their arms and cradled that terrible, wonderful unknown.
"Now…shall we begin?"
.
.
.
<Your LOVE is False>
<Your WISH remains unfulfilled>
<World Destruction Complete>
Destructed ✧ World ✧ Cacophony
The Second Toll
Destruction | Resurrection | Perfection