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  Family is what you make of it
Posted by: Arjay Lo'Ran - 10-08-2018, 03:48 AM - Forum: Toril - Replies (13)

Visiting family, Arjay reflected, was something that ran counter to making one feel secure about the decision to start one.

Not that the visit had been bad, of course, far from it. His sister had been completely taken with the fact that she'd (finally) be an aunt, and that there was finally another woman around that was (apparently) her age. His mother, knowing as she did just who was the mother of her grandchild, had been respectful, even awed.

His brothers? Well, they hadn't showed. Cyssic was off in Calimport on some ill-thought scheme, as was his wont, and Joleth was… well, still not getting along with his elder brother. Arjay couldn't say that either instance surprised him.

Being back in the forest, though, he couldn't help reflecting on just how much he'd changed since last he visited. A part of him longed to fall back into the quaintness of life in the tribe… but that thought in itself showed him that he didn't feel like he was one of them anymore, if he ever had been. He lived in a Nexus of all realities. He was the consort of a goddess, and her newly ascended exarch. He only slept to reach out into the dreams of her faithful, and even then not every night. He was, in many respects, cut off from this life he'd once known.

Still, this was a place he loved dearly. Late that night, while all were resting, he found himself atop The highest treetop lookout, lying there, staring up at the stars. He hadn't told Sune where he'd been going, he knew she'd understand this little need for a moment to himself, just as he knew that she'd only give him so long before she came and found him. She was his goddess… finding him would never be an issue.

“You know,” he mused teasingly, “I rather expected you to come at least a quarter hour ago. A lesser man might suspect that you're starting to tire of him.”

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  At Death's Door
Posted by: Seth - 10-02-2018, 07:10 PM - Forum: Hub - Replies (6)

There were few constants in life, but one such thing was death. It was the domain that most influenced him, what he was best known for, but Seth held other domains: storms, bodies of water, desert, the sky. He didn’t revel in death, but it was his duty to oversee it, to make sure those freed souls went to where they were meant to.

Every once in a while, there would be an event where many would die, where there would be a cacophony of souls crying out for guidance.

This was not, it seemed, one of those such events. The island fell upon the city with a great displacement of air and rubble, but they had been lucky; no souls cried out to him, but there was one that hovered in the in-between, one who might not yet be dead but she would soon join him in the veil. It was a familiar soul. One blessed by more than one god, but not least of all himself.

Belle Street. The god didn’t run, he didn’t seem to move. One moment he stood on the street, not even facing the fallen island, and the next he was there, standing within the veil that separated the living from the dead, hidden from view but far from powerless. He hadn’t pushed her to the arch, no, that had been her own instinct and intellect, but now he did keep the unconscious, achingly injured woman alive, breathing. Mercy? Perhaps not, but he could help her in other, better ways, once she was safely away from this would-be crypt. For now, he enveloped her with his own essence, keeping her safe from death until the help he could already feel coming could pull her further from the fate that he fought back from her.

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  Rough Landing
Posted by: 616 Tony Stark - 10-01-2018, 12:19 AM - Forum: Hub - Replies (41)

Six days. He'd been sober again six days, and each one had been, well. It never really got easier, but at some point you got used to wanting what you couldn't have.

And wasn't that the story of his life.

In the meantime, Tony was white knuckling his way through with about as much success as could be expected. He'd texted Chris a few times, checking in like they'd planned. A couple other times when things got...not so good. Otherwise, he was doing the only thing that ever really kept his mind off drinking--feeding an entirely different kind of addiction.

He spiraled up through the sky, feeling the pull off the G-force even though his inertial dampers, yelling in his helmet at the sheer speed of it. The portal was up here somewhere, shimmering in the clouds, and he darted around it, pushing the limits of even the Extremis armor. God, he loved flying.

He burst through the portal, grinning in his helmet as the alien sky opened up before him, the landscape stretching out before him new and distant.

And then everything went wrong. Alerts flashed across the HUD for a precious second before going dark, the armor's flight power cutting out in the same instant, and then he was falling, falling down and down and down in a beating rush of air and he couldn't think he couldn't stop it because there was something wrong with his brain too, a sizzling fire of pain starting in the base of his skull and exploding down his spine and he was just dimly aware of the armor ourself starting to split apart around him before the ground rushed up to meet him and then everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, it was to a disorienting haze of pain. He blinked, wondering why he was starting up at the sky, then wondering why he was wondering it.

His helmet. His helmet had come off. Extremis had failed and he'd fallen out of the sky and the armor had come apart as he hit the ground and now everything hurt.

Well, fuck.

He had to find out how bad the damage was. He started to rolled over to sit up, then pain blossomed across his right side and leg and he passed out again.


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  Girl Talk
Posted by: Belle Scarlet Street - 09-25-2018, 05:58 PM - Forum: The Wandering Moon Inn - Replies (44)

This was an odd week even for her.

Belle sighed tiredly putting her hair up into a high bun; she felt oddly like she was sneaking out, leaving Sebastian alone with out inviting him to join her seemed rude since he was living under her roof, and the laws of hospitality demanded that she make all efforts to entertain her guest and not force him to amuse himself.

But considering he featured among others in what she was hoping to pour into dear Arjay’s ear...well it wasn’t particularly viable to invite him along now was it?

Arjay was one of her oldest friends she’d made here on Hub and as with all the Quest band she felt a strong kinship with him, one she hoped was reciprocated even though she was well aware her greatest contribution had been as a glorified cook to their epic heroics.

As promised Belle carrying a tray of still warm brownies, dressed comfortably in a well worn but figure hugging mermaid style jean skirt and flannel tied neatly at the waistband knocked on the back entrance of the Moon.


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  Touch of A Flower's Petal
Posted by: Sebastian Blood - 09-25-2018, 04:17 AM - Forum: Bazaar - Replies (14)

The last week Sebastian had stayed in Soul Foods as was given to him. He kept his promise and kept to his space that had been given to him when he wasn’t giving Belle a hand downstairs in the diner. He also didn’t ask her for blood. Already having her blood gave him the connection he needed to have his fun. While he hadn’t done anything physically to her, mentally was an entirely different story. While she slept that’s when he decided to start teasing her.

It was light at first – wanting to make it seem like a natural growth. He filled her dreams with images of light touching. A caress along the arm and neck as though she were being touched by fingertips from an unknown individual. That’s all it lead up to the first night. It was innocent touches that lead nowhere provocative. The second night had been brushes of lips upon her neck, her throat, her lips, while hands felt as though they simply wrapped around her, holding her lightly in a calm embrace from behind.

The third night the unknown visitor seemed to form features that slowly grew more apparent as the dream would stretch on to almost being recognizable.

Day four Sebastian was clear in those images. Not words, just tempting touches, a brush of his fingers along her jawline. His face would lower to the side of her neck, almost touching her but he would pull away before he did so.

The fifth night was far more provocative. Starting her splayed out upon her couch and looking frazzled from the work down below and Sebastian’s hands rubbed her shoulder. Kneading knots that had formed upon them before his hands slipped into her dress and started brush her body hidden beneath. His mouth captured by her own while her arms wrapped around his neck as a means to keep him in place. The kiss only breaking when Belle leaned her head to the side, exposing her neck to him before uttering the words ‘bite me’ so softly at first before repeating the command with a wanton desire before his teeth sank into her neck.

The sixth night, he did no invade her dreams. He let her dream whatever she may dream and to give her a chance to fully recover from the dream he had offered.

That had been last night and Sebastian had wrapped up the lunch shift with Belle before he had gone against his normal routine of returning to the room she offered to instead leave the diner completely for several hours. He purposely stayed out in the sun, allowing it to drain his strength, and make him seem a little paler than normal. Make it seem like he had been starving himself the past week for the sake of not crossing boundaries. It was a risk but it was one he was willing to take and one he felt he could easily remedy. There was always blood somewhere for him to get if he couldn't get it from the source he had in mind.

When he finally did return it was to the dusk settling as people seemed to settle on after their work. When Sebastian returned to the diner, he had ventured up to the living space above. Belle was not immediately in the living room so he moved to her room and knocked upon her door. In his hands he held a vase with a bouquet of lilies that he had brought her as a means to ‘thank her’ for allowing him to stay there. It was a small gesture but he knew from what he had dug into her mind that they were her favorite. Not that he would know that. If she commented upon it, he would simply count it as dumb luck and a ‘feeling’ that he got that she would appreciate them. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/0a/86/e1/0a86e1bd5340e0b87089221b31ec20dc--nick-bateman-fine-men.jpg]Outfit[/url] @kel

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  The First Step Is...
Posted by: 616 Tony Stark - 09-24-2018, 09:21 PM - Forum: Hub - Replies (27)

Tony woke up at one in the afternoon with a throbbing headache, a foul taste in his mouth, fragmented memories of Safi's lips warm on his skin and a gun to his head, and the memory of a weighty realization that what he wanted from Safi was so much more than he could ever get.

His first thought was that he needed a drink.

His second was that he needed help.

He rolled out of bed, wincing from bruises he hardly remembered getting, and poured himself a scotch with shaking hands.

He took a sip, closing his eyes as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. Then he set the tumbler down on the counter, too hard, so that the liquid sloshed over his knuckles.

God. He needed help.

He couldn't face Wanda, not after she'd enabled the time stop that had kept him here. Steve was out. Any Steve. Justin could barely stand the sight of him on a good day. And Safi--the one person he'd truly begun to care about, to rely upon, to need--had offered him half a bottle of vodka last night knowing full well what that meant.

Tears stung his eyes as he accessed Extremis, seeking the connection to the one person who might actually be able to help if Tony came to him and admitted his faults and lowered himself enough to beg.

He found the phone after a moment, sending along a simple text: "Christian, I need help."


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  Oo-De-Lally - an non-personified animation rpg
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  Stranger Danger!!! D:
Posted by: Sebastian Blood - 09-15-2018, 07:18 PM - Forum: 3rd Quarter 2018 - Replies (32)

- Soul Food. Grim Reality. There were plenty of unusual locations in the city it seemed. Sebastian found himself standing outside of the café and picking up the presence of several odds things. Undead was one of them. Which, in the past, he had only sensed whenever he bled someone dry and turned them into one of his mindless ghouls. He there were people as well. Sebastian felt a tinge of energy inside the café – moving around from spot to spot. He hummed lightly before he pushed himself into the establishment. It was late in the evening. His gaze flicked across the space. There were certain things around that he was certain that were specters. Souls that had not moved onto the other plain.

Soul Food sounded more appropriate by the moment, he would think to himself before he moved toward a booth an had a seat. The café itself didn’t look terribly odd. It only seemed slightly odd to him because it was like he was going back in time almost by sixty years on Earth. The style was more similar to the sixties than what he knew as modern day diners. He slipped his jacket off and settled it besides him. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them up to his elbows as he made himself comfortable.

Now he just needed to figure out who had gotten his interest in the first place. His eyes slowly scanned the small establishment until they settled on a redhead who was keeping herself busy. Ah, was it her? One of the diner’s workers.


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  Chaos never ends [Open]
Posted by: Jak/Mar - 09-10-2018, 09:05 PM - Forum: Other - Replies (3)

The hub of Haven City was full of chaos and craziness today as it often was. Creatures with yellow gems in their heads named Metalheads and Krimzon death bots were attacking the city in droves and Commander Torn stood in the middle of HQ slamming his fist down again on the computer in front of him "We lost another part of the city to death bots and metalheads!" Torn looked stressed and angry as the long eared blue tattooed man screamed again at Jak's friends.

Samos, the eco sage tried to calm down the man only to get a annoyed grunt from the Commander in turn.

Governess Ashelin had popped in earlier to tell everyone that there was a emergency meeting in the council and people were pointing their fingers at Jak for all the shit going wrong so far.

Daxter tried to annoy Torn by telling him that this was HIS bar. But Torn smirked and told him him and the soldiers use his image on top as target practice.

Even the eco warrior Jak bit his tongue, feeling more stressed than ever.

"What, MORE metalheads?"

Not only that, but there were problems that there were multiverses beyond Haven City now.

Jak sighed and turned, wanting to check out the multiverses himself.

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  No Gods or Superheroes, Only Man!
Posted by: Richard Grayson - 09-10-2018, 08:50 PM - Forum: Other - Replies (1)

“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.'
'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.'
'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.'

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose…


A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.

And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well.”

Dick groaned as his alarm clock dragged him kicking and screaming back into reality. He groaned once more as he pulled himself from his bed and headed over to the nearest window. Waiting for him was his own reflection, who looked just as tired as he was. “Oh thank god you’re here,” he told his reflection, “I had the strangest dream. I dreamt I woke up near a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean. Then I dreamt that lighthouse had a submersible that took me to a strange underwater city built by Tony Stark who, instead of building a suit of fancy armour, built an objectivist utopia…”

Dick then looked past his reflection and saw the art deco cityscape that lay before him, and the ocean that existed around them. “Oh, right,” he muttered as the crushing reality of his situation began to sink in once again. He was trapped, universes from home, at the bottom of the ocean in a city that was ready to boil. He had no idea how he got here as his memory was fuzzy up until waking up on the lighthouse, though he seemed to remember a fight of sorts.

Ryan’s objectivist reality wasn’t working out as well as he hoped. Jobs were hard to get, the pay was awful and everyone was ought to exploit everyone else. Not to mention some strange and creepy things were happening, with little girls walking around with syringes alongside giant monstrosities trapped in bulky, old-timey diving suits. People were getting angry and frustrated with. There were talks of revolution.

Though living in an underwater city was kind of neat. It might have been hell, but it was fine looking hell. Dick had taken up a job at the fisheries, working in the submarines so he could afford just enough to afford a crappy little apartment, food and scrap that he could turn into equipment. He’d gone out several times as Nightwing, hoping to bring a little Gotham-magic to this city and protect people.

He was beginning to subject his boss at the fisheries were involved in illegal smuggling and he decided he was going to investigate it further. Ratpure wasn’t exactly strict with its laws so he was kind of curious to what one would smuggle into the city. His slipped on some simple clothes and headed out, ready to start another lovely day within Rapture.

On his way to work he heard a commotion. Noise and yelling from down a corridor. Something about it attracted Dick’s attention. He stopped a passerby and asked them what was going on.

“No idea! Some loon, probably drunk off his ass, yelling and shouting about how they don’t belong on this world! I bet they’re from Logan’s…Ever since that gruppy Canadian opened up his bar there’s been nothing but trouble...” They told Dick before he dismissed them. Could it be someone else had wandered from one universe to another like he did? It was worth investigating at the very least. He headed down the corridor to see what he could see.

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