Not that particularly matters, since I've not really integrated myself into this RP's plot, I've come to decision to, more officially, drop out from this. A lot of it is just clearing the table a bit for real life opportunities that have become available (opportunities that will amount to more than anything I could do on any forum). It's also partly a matter (and I don't mean this in offense to any of you) my desire to live to my personal ideology in RPing now outweighing my desire to see this through its end. I know I haven't actually been "active" in this whole thing, but I figured officially declaring myself out was the proper thing to do, both for myself, and for you all here. Ciao.
I'll say that your idea does seem pretty catchy, and I'd be more than willing to contribute to it. I've been wanting to do something KH that is set on Earth/an Earth-like world... preferably present day Earth. PM/VM me if you're interested in a collaboration (preferably the latter). And if it's management thoughts you might need, I can offer only suggestions to combat the common problems in that regard. One thing that I really can't stress enough is allotting everyone involved in the RP the glory of carrying the torch... in other words, don't make your character hog the spotlight. Whether or not this is something you tend to do, I don't know. I'm just putting it out there, since I've been in quite a few RPs that wind up centering on a small, main cast of characters, essentially leaving others either in the dust, or as minor, insignificant characters. Remember kids... people join RPs to be part of a story, not watch others create the story around them; if they did it the other way around, they wouldn't join them in the first place. Another good execution thought is to not rush through things. Nothing bites it more (IMO) than an RP that is rushed through. It tends to be synonymous with the infamous "one-liners" and "speed posting." Anywho, plainly, just don't rush through things; avoid skipping around too much with things (ie - don't get warp happy and move characters around rapidly), basically, try to keep a sense of "real time" as much as possible, and also, try not to go into that "spitfire post mode" sort of thing. Not only does holding back on the reigns a bit help ensure excellent development, but it also gives people who can't get on as often an easier time with keeping up with things. Needless to say, it is harder to keep up an RP when you get back from a weekend away, and there're about twenty pages of near one-liners (or outright one-liners) awaiting them, that only leave them with more questions than answers to "what happened?" Again, I am in no way trying to suggest that you in fact operate your RPs, or otherwise RP in others' RPs in such fashions. Just outlining some of the things that I've found make for successful, quality RPs.
Know any RPers around here who have a knack for the mystery genres?
Adrian Boroughs; Adrian Boroughs awoke in the cold, sightless expanses of the Dark Realms, wherein his father had evidently stowed him for safety. But why would he send me to the place he always warned me against to save me? He wondered this to himself, silently pondering the logic behind his old man’s actions. Perhaps his father had thought that the Darkness would offer him some cover, through which he might be able to find help. He did say that a lot of “help” could be found in the Darkness, if one could somehow find it there. It was all so confusing. He clenched his chest, feeling the darkness attempting to penetrate his heart. And then, he felt it. Not the darkness taking him away, but a small, circular amulet, with an odd design embedded upon its surface. “This thing,” he said, holding onto it as tightly as he could. It was hard to know what it was, especially when he considered that it was too dark to see even a few feet in front of him. Braving a move, he stepped forward once, and stopped again. After a short moment more of pondering, he took another step forward… and then, another, until eventually, he was pacing at a full stride through the Realm of Darkness…. ((1. I'm making a character sheet to go along with Adrian. 2.... I know I asked this like five pages ago, but where is everyone (characters, I mean)?))
There was a knock the Boroughs’ door, echoing through the short, narrow hallway into the dining room. “I’ll go check it,” Cornelius said, bidding that Renee stand behind. A short few seconds followed, and he was at the door. Another knock came from the other side, more forceful. “Hold on!” he muttered under his breath. “We don’t’ stand about in the hallway all day.” He pulled on the door open, and immediately took a step back. The five men outside in the terrace were the five men that he had hoped he’d never have to see again. But there they were, staring at him, waiting for something that he wouldn’t so easily give them. “Joran, Jon, Nevik, Cahimel, Ymu,” he said to the quintet. As he spoke each name, he gave the person a quick nod of respect. “What brings you to these parts? Surely life at the temple is more your calling than anything this town can offer you.” Joran was the one to field the comment, pacing forward from his spot at the head of the group. “It would seem that our business at the temple has managed to find its way out to these parts, particularly onto this world,” he explained, whilst stroking and pulling at his goatee. “Hence this world and our calling have become one and the same, and will remain as such until our business has seen fit to leave.” “Well then leave here now. Your business isn’t here.” “You think we’re dumb or something?” Jon had come forward, arms folded, and face looking stern, as though he were about to fight Cornelius on the spot. “We’ve been tracking it all the way here, and we know that a guy like you wouldn’t have gotten rid of something so valuable. So where is it?” “Perhaps,” said Joran, “our friend can be persuaded to comply with us. Nevik.” A third man, with a sort of brown or dirty blonde hair color, and sharing the same bearded look as Jon, had come forward. Held in cuffs, pulled along with Nevik was a young boy with long, messy black hair, and a hardest look of stubborn regret in his eyes. Adrian, apparently helpless, looked up at Cornelius. “Dad?” Cornelius was beside himself now. He nearly had it in mind to charge them… but then, what would they do to Adrian? “Let the boy go!” he demanded. “Whatever beef you’ve got with me can be settled without dragging my kid into this!” “Cor,” Renee said, voice shaking a bit more as she peered over his shoulder at the five men. “Who are those people? And WHY DO THEY HAVE OUR SON IN CUFFS??” “Don’t worry about it Renee. I’ve… I’ve got all of this under control.” “Like hell you do. Send back Adrian, you fiends!” “Cornelius,” Joran stated rather wisely. “I would caution you, if you ever want your son to be at your side again, you’d hand it over. You know we’re men of our words.” “Hand what over? Cor… is there something you’re not telling me?” Cornelius ignored both caution and question. He wanted Adrian’s safety more than anything. But there was still the fact that if he gave the men what they wanted, he’d have only added to the troubles that the worlds were facing. He couldn’t put the worlds in jeopardy so simply. Maybe, he thought in his desperation, there’s a way that I can get both out of this. He flashed his arm out and instantly whipped it back in towards himself. In a sudden effect, the small space in which he, Renee, Adrian, and the five men were standing was encased in darkness. Any light that had been present was essentially blocked out for the time being. Under this cover, Cornelius charged where he knew Adrian to be, breaking him free of Nevik’s hold that had been relinquished slightly in his brief panic. He had hold of Adrian only for a moment before letting him go, more like throwing him. “I’m sorry… son. Take good care of it.” ((Meanwhile)) The journey had been so quick he hadn’t even had time to think of what he would do once he got there. Of course, the ship didn’t much care if he had fully thought things through. In next to no time at all, the man found himself following the woman out of this ship and onto the new world. “This is… this is it,” he said to her. “It’s not exactly what I remember it being. But I can tell that this is one of the places that I saw in those visions. The mountains, the castle in the distance; everything fits. But… where to start now?” ((Not nearly as good as I had hoped it would be. But it gets me from A to B. And I may have to ask that a few people, and you'll know who you are when the time comes, at least humor me in the near future)).
((Could I get a recap of what's been happening?))
Sharpening her clearly frustrated stare at her husband, Renee let out a long sigh. A tear seemed to trickle gently down her cheek as she began to recant her observations. “People of have been talking Cor. People around town have been passing word back and forth for months now, about some new war that might be breaking out. Even the kids are talking about it now, because their parents won’t let the subject drop. They say that it’s only a matter of time until everything picks up, and the town is brought into the fray. Some people are even talking about leaving.” “What does that have to do with Adrian though?” Cornelius inquired. His wonderment was beginning to mount now. He had some idea of where Renee was going, but a part of him kept those thoughts down. It was dangerous to think of another war, especially considering how much rebuilding had had to be done in the wake of the one fifteen years ago. He shook of his ideas of where his wife was going. It was unfathomable to think in such ways. “I mean, so what? There’s a war in the works, and we might have some trouble. This town is under some watchful eyes, even if they’ve been having a bit of trouble keeping up with the quickening pace. One the younger guys get broken in, the Defense Force will be top notch!” “COR!” Renee was on her feet now. Her voice was roughed with a mix of both fear, and astonishment. “How could be so incompetent that you can’t see what your own son has been thinking of? Everyday he comes back from school, asking if you’ve left to fight the Darkness again! And what’s more… he asks me if he can go too, and fight for the town, and for right! Adrian’s…. he’s got too much us in him Cor. Too much of that fighter spirit. But times have changed. We can’t let a fourteen year old boy go out into the worlds to fight if a war breaks out.” “Ummm…” Cornelius fumbled around for his next words. They came pretty hard to him, but eventually, he managed to piece together what he thought to be a well formulated rebut. “Renee, I can’t speak for the people of the town. But the Defense Force has been in a buzz all the same as that. Talks of new wars and troubles to come. And yes, a lot has been happening in town as well, what with all the commotions. But I can assure you… teens and children will be the last people that could possibly get out into the action if things were to escalate to the point of war again. “Now,” he said. “Let’s not worry about Adrian’s adventurous attitude just now. OK? Let’s just enjoy diner, and wait for the kid to come home. We can always talk to him about his ambitions.” “Who are you?” Adrian spat out at the five men before him. He couldn’t rightly say why he was yelling at them like that. Anyone of them probably could have swiped him out of consciousness with a flick of their wrist. They seemed that powerful, where a ceremonial looking combination of armor worn over robes. Then, for an even more unknown reason, the boy tacked on an affront to the lot of them, “I mean, other than a bunch freaks.” He cracked a satisfied smile, under the impression that he had gotten to their heads the way bullies at school always got into little kids heads to provoke them into fights. He felt accomplished only for a few seconds though, when he realized that the men wouldn’t be so easily swayed. One of the men, one standing at the front and center of the group’s formation, had stepped forward. It was hard to tell if he was more or just as frightening as his partners. He was a tall, lanky man, with a smooth, and completely bald head. The only hair that was visible upon him was the goatee extending several inches out of his chin. “So, you must be the Boroughs boy, right?” he said, acting as though he hadn’t even heard Adrian’s demand for his identity. “I mean, you ARE Boroughs’ kid, are you not?” he rephrased his question, albeit needlessly, laying into Adrian that it was not his turn to ask questions. “Yeah!” Adrian retorted. “Cornelius and Renee Boroughs. They’ve fought tooth and nail for this town, and someday, I’m gonna do the same thing! Now who are you people? How do you know my parents? What do want here?” “Kid,” said another of the five. This one was slightly shorter than the previous one, but with a larger, bulkier build. He also had hair of a black color that ran perfectly straight in long locks passed his shoulders. He too, had a beard, though his was accompanied by an adjoined mustache. “Your father’s an old man. And old men always have a few old friends that like to look them up from time to time.” “Damn it!” shouted another one, roughly the same height as the second man, though not quite as large, with wilder hair that was colored brown. “Jon! Joran! Quite stalling and just cut to the effing chase!” “Alright, alright! I’ll get to it Cahimel,” the first man said, holding up his hand to silence the third. He looked at Adrian with a dissecting glance, and asked simply, “So. You’re old man still kicking around town like we’ve heard?” “What’s it to ya if my old man’s kicking around town?” Adrian asked, this time more curiously than stubbornly. “Well,” said the one named Joran, “we’ve been hoping to give your father a little visit. Turns out he’s got something that we need right now. So how’s about you take us to him, so we don’t have to go tearing through town to find him?” “… Alright,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll do it. But only because my dad can take on anyone!” ((So where abouts are the other characters? I'm looking to send Adrian out that way somehow)).
Feel free to make another post for Crystal without me responding. I've got no ideas for what to say with him just yet.
((Time to hopefully set something cool into motion. Trying for one of those scene back and forths.. RP style)). Following his wife into the cozy confinement of the dinning room, Cornelius sat down before a steaming plate of one of his favorite meals. Pork, stacked in three fat slabs sat before him, decorated with the likes of vegetables of all sorts, and flanked by a boiled potato. “You certainly out did yourself honey,” he said to her across the table. He was about to take his first bite into the pork when the thought came back to him. “So… what exactly was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” A young boy, no older than fourteen dashed amongst the terrace alleyways. His pure black hair trailed on behind him as he did, spanning at nearly a foot in length. “Gotta get away,” he told himself, stealing a look over his shoulder. The other kids were hot on his trail screaming after him. The words “get him!” and “cut him off why don’t ya?” coursed through the streets. He let out a chuckle to himself; they would never catch up to him. His mother had been working with him for two years, building him into a lean, fit young man, who’d be able to give chase to even the fastest of people. “You ain’t never gonna catch me! All too slow!” he shouted back at them, taking the next corner he came to hoping to throw them off. Renee shot a hard glance across the table back to her husband. It looked as though she were about to explode out at him. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and spoke. “Adrian,” she said simply. But there was certainly something more to it than that. When she had spoken, her voice had been with a shudder of sorts, as though she were starting to enter territory that she wasn’t quite comfortable with. “It’s just Adrian.” His rouse seemed to have worked, and the sounds of their shouts and out loud planning began to fade. Listening closer, the boy could make out their confused calls for him. “Adrian??” he heard one of them call out. The one was soon followed by several others, some occurring in unison. They kept going at it for several minutes before ceasing, and figuring that he’d just turn up eventually… or maybe they decided to stop yelling for him to come out, and actually look for him. Either way, Adrian figured he had all the time in the world before anything actually happened. So, finding a nearby crate in the alley, he took a seat, and began to relax for a bit. His eyes widening slightly, Cornelius looked in wonderment at his wife. They spoke of their son often, but never with such a frightened atmosphere. “What about him?” he asked confusedly. Adrian took in the alleyway he had strayed down. He had to admit to himself that he had never been down this way before, and never so far out from the main streets. The walls here were high. Maybe they were even higher up than the ones everywhere else in town. “Nah,” he told himself. That was preposterous a thought. They just seemed like they were a lot taller because the space was narrower, and it had a dead end, rather than an outlet. Being narrowly surrounded on all sides always had a way of distorting things, especially when the observer had one of the most active imaginations a person could have. “I wonder if they’ll find me. “I’m worried about him, Cor,” Renee said, half sobbing. “What’s there to worry about?” Cornelius questioned, sounding slightly taken aback by such a comment being mounted onto their only child. “Well I’d certainly say that someone already HAS found you, kid.” Adrian cocked his head to the side, looking back to the entrance of the alley. There, imprinted against the afterglow on the horizon, there stood not a bunch of children, but five, full grown men, glaring at him. It wasn’t necessarily a mean glare, but it was certainly an unsettling one. Most of them, at that, appeared to have smiles plastered across their faces. He kept a suspiscious gaze upon them as they casually began to walk towards him.
((So... how do you plan on continuing this now that a month's worth of posting has been lost?))
When I get back, I (might) have an idea that will rock Mixt's socks. Don't bother asking. you'll see when I present it.
“Genservant?” the man looked at the boy with a cock of the neck, and a raised eyebrow. “That’s a rather odd name. But I suppose it’s better than myself. I have no name at all.” He slid himself back up onto the balcony’s rail, hanging his legs over the edge as though to stretch down the to edge of the roof. He was looking away from the boy, Genservant, over to the other side of the district where a few of the refugees were being lead off to an adjacent area. Not looking back to Genservant, he spoke again. “I suppose I best be off, Genservant. I’ve got a lot of searching to do around here first, seeing as it’s where I ended up. I figure we might meet up again as our things flesh out for the both of us. But who honestly knows when that’ll be, right?” With that, he had slid his rear end off of the rail, landing bent-kneed on the cobblestone street below. He was gone within less than a minute, reaching the large doorway into the Second District. It was all clear and calm, but not in any cheery way. There was something odd lurking around, something that tingled down the man’s spine… a chill, as some would call it, though it was also somewhat pleasurable to feel, as though he was familiar with it, and met it before. He turned around, finding himself face to face with a war torn figure of a man. At least, he had assumed it was a man; it was hard to tell when the person was clad in rusted, half shattered armor. “Who are you?” he demanded of the armor-clad person. “The mistress has returned,” said a gargled, muffled voice from the armor. “But she’s with someone else now. A Light one?” “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about!” the man shouted, “so come clean and show me your face, at least!” The same gargled voice chuckled, and waved its hand, vanishing in a whirling flow of darkness, being replaced by a small horde of purely black creatures with horrid, penetrated yellow eyes. The man had no idea why, but rather than fight the beasts, he welcomed them with open arms, as though they held his answers. They were all too willing to comply, and on the spot, he vanished, just the same as the armored thing. The shadows along with him. ((And from here, I go on a temproary leave. Not very long, but still a leave)).
Oh. I doubt I'll get that luxury then. If only RP posts counted for something.
How would one go about requesting a name change here?
Just want to wrap this up for now, so I don't leave you hangin' while I'm away.
Could you possibly get back to me in the RP?
“Perhaps most of them ca remember. But then, maybe there are some who are completely oblivious to their pasts. It’s never easy to tell, especially when everyone shares the same frightened look.” With each word that he uttered, the purple skinned man felt a sensation creeping into him, a desire to unleash the flowing pools of untapped power. He knew it was there, and he knew he could use it; but what to use it for he had no clue. “I have a hard time remembering some things myself. I know nothing of how I came to be, or how I got to this place. I know not why the memories of others penetrate my thoughts so often. But that’s why I exist: to find the answers to those questions.” Below, the crowds had cleared completely from the shopping area had dispersed entirely, leaving only a small number lingering. The ones that remained had their minds set on other things, it seemed. All the purple man wanted was a few more minutes to sure up the boy…. Not that he’d need him for much, but someone so much like him was bound to have their uses, even if just for the sake of having a person around who understood what such a life was like. Then, there was no promise of meeting the child again. “Do you have a name, boy?” he asked, curious as to the full extent of their commonalities.
Got back yesterday from a trip to Virginia.... now I'm feeling a bit under the weather. I've got a few RPs running under my management (not here...
Indeed, it has been a while. What's up?
“No reason.†The man took a step backwards, and looked back over the edge of the balcony to the then thinning group of refugees. They had already been talked to and situated into their living environments for the time being; but none of them knew how long “the time being†would last for. For all any of them, including the man, could have guessed, it would last for an eternity, the refugees being merely the first generations to pass through the remnant world. “This world is different from the others,†he said dreamily. “I’ve heard them talk about it on the streets. It wasn’t created by the normal causes, but rather, it is the result of other worlds, eaten away by darkness. The people here are different from others in other worlds. They’ve seen things, the worst of things. But they’re still just people. I’m not like them though… And I don’t think you’re much like the rest of them eiher. Or are you?â€
