- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm online most evenings on a regular basis. If you message me, I'll probably see your PM within a day tops, or you can find me on Discord under Click This#5640 --Just message me if you're from Iwaku so there aren't any misunderstandings!
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm a massive fan of any genre that puts my characters in a fish out of the water scenario. This can be time travel, isekai, or even an epic journey type of story. If it's in an anime style, you've got my full and undivided attention.
I'm generally game with most fantasy genres, although my preference is skewed towards high fantasy and historical fantasy. Also, steampunk. Depending on the type of roleplay, modern and sci-fi roleplays are good with me as well. In terms of settings for historical roleplays, I love seeing stories set in the Roman republic or empire, the age of sail, the Victorian era, WWI, WWII, the Cold War, and the early information era, although I might tend to play fast and loose with some historical accuracy in favor of plots and characters.
Naturally though, if the plot's awesome enough, the genre probably won't matter too much!
Evening
Bubbly Wonderland -> Sweet looking place
Barstronk
Feeling satisfied with herself, Iphigenia returned to the group after successfully dumping Kyouko in the hedges off the road. By the time she returned to the group, they were already just about to their destination, but something seemed off. Off… as in, there was peculiar looking individual amongst the group. That was all Iphie had to think on the matter, for in the next moment, she was engulfed in a water bubble of unknown origin, which provided reason for the British to panic momentarily before she realized that she could breathe. She was confused; Iphie was literally just walking to a picnic, and now she was in some bubble-thing. From what she could see through her own bubble, her other classmates were also in the fluidic blue spheres. Focusing her attention nearly entirely on the orbs that prevented her movement, she nearly forgot about the oddly dressed man from before, who was now speaking again. He seemed to be having a difficult time forming words, probably because he was laughing. Up until now, Iphie had thought, although dubiously, that what was going on was part of the event –Perhaps Barlow was taking them all on a wonderful Zorbing adventure—but this far-fetched illusion was shattered as she watched, somewhat amused, as Mr. Barlow and his Zorb ascended high up into the air.
Free from the attention of the others, she giggled as his ride burst in a shower of raindrops, plummeting the barbeque loving man to his gruesome death on the cobblestone pavement below. Iphie watched this form of grotesque entertainment with rapt attention as she sat in her little bubble, an opened hand covering her mouth such that nobody could tell if it was twisted in a smile or opened in a gasp. Iphie was sorry. Mr. Barlow seemed like a cool bloke that would have been enjoyable to have as a teacher, but this gory development was the best entertainment she had had in a very long time.
It was the thought of the word 'entertainment' that dragged Iphie out of her bubble of amusement (unfortunately not the one that surrounded her) and back into reality. As entertained as she was, the predicament she found herself in meant that she had absolutely no control over the events that were currently unfolding, and absolutely meant that her own well-being was ultimately at stake. Iphigenia pried her eyes from the dead body of her homeroom teacher and focused on Fushinsetsu and the words that he spoke. His words seemed meaningless to Iphie, who still failed to grasp the gravity of the situation or how it was happening, but it had definite weight to it. Perhaps it was fate?
As the bubbles ascended to the heavens, the girl finally scowled. If this was happening, she was going to miss the Goodguygarry stream tonight. This motherfucking wanker Setsu…!
---
Pop!
…
Slowly regaining her senses, Iphie found herself… in a closet. Around her, she found a few of her classmates. She recognized a couple as from the picnic, and of course, she recognized one of them distinctly as Kyouko, the chuuni rich-bitch that she had put in her place earlier. She gave herself a wry smile as she observed her surroundings; unfortunately, there was not much to look at besides racks and racks of fur-coats, almost as if they were in some warehouse that sold clothes that were out of fashion. The British girl winced as a voice bellowed from a position behind her, and with an irritated disposition, she turned around to see a large opening to an equally unhappy man at the entrance to the stuffy fur coat room.
Senses still thoroughly scattered, Iphie looked at the man and the woman that approached them with a straight face that hid her annoyed and utterly confused emotions. From what she could piece together though, they definitely were not anywhere close to Ravenwood Academy. Hell, she didn't even know if this was a dream, yet, because those blokes that were speaking to her and the people behind her didn't seem like they dressed for this century. Her next instinct was to reach for her phone and call the embassy, but despite her phone working swimmingly, there was no reception. Regardless, she was the first to stand up and follow the bunch. She saw no harm in getting out of the small room she now realized was a coat check-in.
"Well bugger," said Iphie, speaking to the air and perhaps her classmates. "I suppose things could be worse."
Outside of the closet was a bustling scene that gave even Iphigenia pause; they were clearly in some sort of club, complete with dance floor and elaborate bars. But every detail of this place, small or large, gave the impression that Iphie was a girl not in the 21st century, almost as if she'd leapt through time. Every fine facet of this place seemed to scream gaudy 1920s!
Futiley swiping aside cigarette fumes and the horrid tobacco breath of a nearby patron, Iphigenia opened her mouth to get in her piece –Where she was, what happened, and where was a telephone were all vital questions that needed to be answered—but the trio of gaudily dressed partygoers continued on at their own pace. Despite her situation, Iphie would not be so uncouth to speak over these people, especially when she would have to yell to get anybody's attention.
It was only after a good exchange of words between the three did they finally address Iphie and her rag-tag group. Naturally, of all things to talk about, they spoke of drinks and not how Iphigenia had gotten there or any other series of important topics that should be addressed. Nonetheless, she put in her own piece in their discussion. If she was stuck in a club, she might as well have a drink to calm herself. She wasn't exactly of legal age to drink, but that was never particularly an issue. She had a fake ID too, so why not? Hot coffee with some whiskey was something she'd always liked.
"Perhaps some Irish coffee, then?" said Iphie, thoughtfully. She quickly followed up with a more pertinent question. "Do you have a telephone here?"
Bubbly Wonderland -> Sweet looking place
Barstronk
Feeling satisfied with herself, Iphigenia returned to the group after successfully dumping Kyouko in the hedges off the road. By the time she returned to the group, they were already just about to their destination, but something seemed off. Off… as in, there was peculiar looking individual amongst the group. That was all Iphie had to think on the matter, for in the next moment, she was engulfed in a water bubble of unknown origin, which provided reason for the British to panic momentarily before she realized that she could breathe. She was confused; Iphie was literally just walking to a picnic, and now she was in some bubble-thing. From what she could see through her own bubble, her other classmates were also in the fluidic blue spheres. Focusing her attention nearly entirely on the orbs that prevented her movement, she nearly forgot about the oddly dressed man from before, who was now speaking again. He seemed to be having a difficult time forming words, probably because he was laughing. Up until now, Iphie had thought, although dubiously, that what was going on was part of the event –Perhaps Barlow was taking them all on a wonderful Zorbing adventure—but this far-fetched illusion was shattered as she watched, somewhat amused, as Mr. Barlow and his Zorb ascended high up into the air.
Free from the attention of the others, she giggled as his ride burst in a shower of raindrops, plummeting the barbeque loving man to his gruesome death on the cobblestone pavement below. Iphie watched this form of grotesque entertainment with rapt attention as she sat in her little bubble, an opened hand covering her mouth such that nobody could tell if it was twisted in a smile or opened in a gasp. Iphie was sorry. Mr. Barlow seemed like a cool bloke that would have been enjoyable to have as a teacher, but this gory development was the best entertainment she had had in a very long time.
It was the thought of the word 'entertainment' that dragged Iphie out of her bubble of amusement (unfortunately not the one that surrounded her) and back into reality. As entertained as she was, the predicament she found herself in meant that she had absolutely no control over the events that were currently unfolding, and absolutely meant that her own well-being was ultimately at stake. Iphigenia pried her eyes from the dead body of her homeroom teacher and focused on Fushinsetsu and the words that he spoke. His words seemed meaningless to Iphie, who still failed to grasp the gravity of the situation or how it was happening, but it had definite weight to it. Perhaps it was fate?
As the bubbles ascended to the heavens, the girl finally scowled. If this was happening, she was going to miss the Goodguygarry stream tonight. This motherfucking wanker Setsu…!
---
Pop!
…
Slowly regaining her senses, Iphie found herself… in a closet. Around her, she found a few of her classmates. She recognized a couple as from the picnic, and of course, she recognized one of them distinctly as Kyouko, the chuuni rich-bitch that she had put in her place earlier. She gave herself a wry smile as she observed her surroundings; unfortunately, there was not much to look at besides racks and racks of fur-coats, almost as if they were in some warehouse that sold clothes that were out of fashion. The British girl winced as a voice bellowed from a position behind her, and with an irritated disposition, she turned around to see a large opening to an equally unhappy man at the entrance to the stuffy fur coat room.
Senses still thoroughly scattered, Iphie looked at the man and the woman that approached them with a straight face that hid her annoyed and utterly confused emotions. From what she could piece together though, they definitely were not anywhere close to Ravenwood Academy. Hell, she didn't even know if this was a dream, yet, because those blokes that were speaking to her and the people behind her didn't seem like they dressed for this century. Her next instinct was to reach for her phone and call the embassy, but despite her phone working swimmingly, there was no reception. Regardless, she was the first to stand up and follow the bunch. She saw no harm in getting out of the small room she now realized was a coat check-in.
"Well bugger," said Iphie, speaking to the air and perhaps her classmates. "I suppose things could be worse."
Outside of the closet was a bustling scene that gave even Iphigenia pause; they were clearly in some sort of club, complete with dance floor and elaborate bars. But every detail of this place, small or large, gave the impression that Iphie was a girl not in the 21st century, almost as if she'd leapt through time. Every fine facet of this place seemed to scream gaudy 1920s!
Futiley swiping aside cigarette fumes and the horrid tobacco breath of a nearby patron, Iphigenia opened her mouth to get in her piece –Where she was, what happened, and where was a telephone were all vital questions that needed to be answered—but the trio of gaudily dressed partygoers continued on at their own pace. Despite her situation, Iphie would not be so uncouth to speak over these people, especially when she would have to yell to get anybody's attention.
It was only after a good exchange of words between the three did they finally address Iphie and her rag-tag group. Naturally, of all things to talk about, they spoke of drinks and not how Iphigenia had gotten there or any other series of important topics that should be addressed. Nonetheless, she put in her own piece in their discussion. If she was stuck in a club, she might as well have a drink to calm herself. She wasn't exactly of legal age to drink, but that was never particularly an issue. She had a fake ID too, so why not? Hot coffee with some whiskey was something she'd always liked.
"Perhaps some Irish coffee, then?" said Iphie, thoughtfully. She quickly followed up with a more pertinent question. "Do you have a telephone here?"
On Person
Keys, with a usb stick on the keyring
A wallet, containing her ID, $320, two £20 bills, a bank card, an oyster card, and an international credit card
An Android smartphone, rooted and running a custom secure ROM
Folding knife
A razor
Earphones
A small bag of assorted mix candies
Keys, with a usb stick on the keyring
A wallet, containing her ID, $320, two £20 bills, a bank card, an oyster card, and an international credit card
An Android smartphone, rooted and running a custom secure ROM
Folding knife
A razor
Earphones
A small bag of assorted mix candies
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