- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- fantasy, scifi, or apocalyptic-ish
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Trigger
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The belief that the group had dimensionally traveled was completely bizarre to trigger. He had never even considered that there could be other worlds out there other than his own. Apparently, these worlds were extremely different considering that they had creatures like sonic and whatever that tree person was upstairs. It didn’t matter, Trigger just wanted to get back home. “Well, I don’t care what we were dragged here for, I just want to get back to my dimension,” he said, turning to Alista. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go do that” he mentioned, disappearing from existence for one second and reappearing near the stairs. “See you all later!” he shouted to the group as he opened to the decaying door and walked down the stairs. Trigger was met with water as he made his way down the stairs, it seemed like the lower floors had been flooded from an exposed pipe of some sort. It was going to be difficult for him to get out of the building because of this. Trigger sighed, guess I will need their help he thought to himself as he leaned on the wall. He scratched his head and slowly made his way back up the stairs. He quickly reappeared next to Alista by teleporting. “Stairs are flooded, anyone have any bright ideas on how to get out of here?” he commented.
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Dusk
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The deadzone was awfully quiet in the evening hours. Not a sound could be heard except for the blowing of the wind and the soft trickling of water in streams. This was Dusk’s favorite time to water his plants. It provided a type of peace for him. The large creature sat in his small bunker in the ground. The entire place was overgrown with strange glowing plants and different multicolored flowers. Dusk picked up a small watering can covered in rust from years of age. Dirty water gently sloshed around in the can as Dusk cared for his plants. The water in the can slowly was emptied on top of the different vines and roots within the bunker, so it needed to be refilled. Dusk opened the creaky metal door to the outside of the bunker, revealing the destroyed city almost directly outside. He walked a few minutes to the nearest stream that went through the streets of the city. Happy with his progress, he set the can down and sat next to the stream, taking in the view. Dusk stood up and stretched after a few minutes of relaxation. A few moments later he saw a strange light from the corner of his vision. He turned to have his entire body engulfed by a bright flash of green light.
A strange weightlessness filled Dusk’s senses. It felt like he was floating in a very large pool, but there was no water to be found. It was nice for the first few seconds until it was abruptly ended with a hard push into a concrete wall. A small indent of Dusk’s large figure was left in the wall as he peeled himself off the ground. A large crash was then heard behind him. The building he had apparently started to fall over. His smack into the building must have redirected it since the middle area of the building was cracked and slightly bent from the redirection of energy. Dusk looked around the corner of the slowly falling building to see three figures, slightly short than him and with a different assortment of gear. One of the creatures looked like they were covered in ice, while the other with fire. The third figure didn’t look anything like the others, instead, this one had a large black cloak that surrounded his armor like a mother protecting its young. Dusk was unsure of how to react since the figure with the cloak attacked the one with the ice, which was then pushed by an explosion closer to Dusk. He stared on with amazement. He had never seen creatures like this before, but in the same sense, they seemed so familiar. He was equally confused by the fact that he could understand what they were saying. Dusk could obviously be seen by the three figures, so he awkwardly waved and stayed where he was.
Trigger
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The belief that the group had dimensionally traveled was completely bizarre to trigger. He had never even considered that there could be other worlds out there other than his own. Apparently, these worlds were extremely different considering that they had creatures like sonic and whatever that tree person was upstairs. It didn’t matter, Trigger just wanted to get back home. “Well, I don’t care what we were dragged here for, I just want to get back to my dimension,” he said, turning to Alista. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go do that” he mentioned, disappearing from existence for one second and reappearing near the stairs. “See you all later!” he shouted to the group as he opened to the decaying door and walked down the stairs. Trigger was met with water as he made his way down the stairs, it seemed like the lower floors had been flooded from an exposed pipe of some sort. It was going to be difficult for him to get out of the building because of this. Trigger sighed, guess I will need their help he thought to himself as he leaned on the wall. He scratched his head and slowly made his way back up the stairs. He quickly reappeared next to Alista by teleporting. “Stairs are flooded, anyone have any bright ideas on how to get out of here?” he commented.
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Dusk
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The deadzone was awfully quiet in the evening hours. Not a sound could be heard except for the blowing of the wind and the soft trickling of water in streams. This was Dusk’s favorite time to water his plants. It provided a type of peace for him. The large creature sat in his small bunker in the ground. The entire place was overgrown with strange glowing plants and different multicolored flowers. Dusk picked up a small watering can covered in rust from years of age. Dirty water gently sloshed around in the can as Dusk cared for his plants. The water in the can slowly was emptied on top of the different vines and roots within the bunker, so it needed to be refilled. Dusk opened the creaky metal door to the outside of the bunker, revealing the destroyed city almost directly outside. He walked a few minutes to the nearest stream that went through the streets of the city. Happy with his progress, he set the can down and sat next to the stream, taking in the view. Dusk stood up and stretched after a few minutes of relaxation. A few moments later he saw a strange light from the corner of his vision. He turned to have his entire body engulfed by a bright flash of green light.
A strange weightlessness filled Dusk’s senses. It felt like he was floating in a very large pool, but there was no water to be found. It was nice for the first few seconds until it was abruptly ended with a hard push into a concrete wall. A small indent of Dusk’s large figure was left in the wall as he peeled himself off the ground. A large crash was then heard behind him. The building he had apparently started to fall over. His smack into the building must have redirected it since the middle area of the building was cracked and slightly bent from the redirection of energy. Dusk looked around the corner of the slowly falling building to see three figures, slightly short than him and with a different assortment of gear. One of the creatures looked like they were covered in ice, while the other with fire. The third figure didn’t look anything like the others, instead, this one had a large black cloak that surrounded his armor like a mother protecting its young. Dusk was unsure of how to react since the figure with the cloak attacked the one with the ice, which was then pushed by an explosion closer to Dusk. He stared on with amazement. He had never seen creatures like this before, but in the same sense, they seemed so familiar. He was equally confused by the fact that he could understand what they were saying. Dusk could obviously be seen by the three figures, so he awkwardly waved and stayed where he was.