The Great (Roleplay) Experiment - The Revival Has Begun

[Tesability]

(Kidney, we're waiting on you to post.

And for everyone else's curiosity, the snow was localized and focused on Simon.)

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(It's gonna take more than that to make Lament show himself, Tesability .)

As soon as Lament started to leave, he noticed a strange chill coming from the place he just left. Turning around, he noticed that the group that he had just left was now in the middle of a pile of snow. This was a dilemma for Lament. Even though the mud slowed down in the cold, he was determined not to be seen. Oh well. It wasn't that hot anymore, so the mud wouldn't be too bad, and allies wouldn't really help him reach his objective. Turning around, he started heading east.

Edited February 21, 2014 by KidneyBeanBoy

[Percival]

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The man, surprised by the presence of another being, fingered his sleeve for his rods, but not taking the batons out. He stared at the  woman, a look of insulting curiosity spreading on his face. He speaks slowly, afraid of insulting the newcomer, carefully choosing his words.

 

"Excuse me, madam, but....are you lost as well?"

 

Inadvertently, the man looks up at the forest canopy, looking for the familiar spectral trail of a returning persona, but quickly reverts his gaze towards the woman. It felt unnatural to look at another human straight in the eyes - all he has ever known and remembered was blank, cloudy eyes, eyes that followed a great tragedy. He shook his head, trying to push the event back into his mind, and spoke to the lady.

 

"Sigh..if you're lost, I can help you find a way out...."

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(GOD DAMBLIT, WHY ARE MY WRITING SKILLS SLOWLY DETERIORATING?)

[Luggs]

Eve watched the man carefully. He was clearly being cautious, feeling for something in his sleeves. Good. This world was dangerous. She didn't need to be dragging dead weight. "Excuse me, madam, but....are you lost as well?" Eve nodded slowly. With her clawed hand, she made a motion like a scurrying animal then pointed up at the canopy. "Yoooooooourrrrrrsssssssss?" Eve quizzically tilted her head. Whatever that thing had been, its path had led her to this man. Perhaps they were related? "Sigh..if you're lost, I can help you find a way out...." Yes. She needed to get out. Eve nodded again. But this time, she made eye contact. This man had seen something. Something haunting. Eve remembered a man who would often go into states of "wayback", looking at whatever haunted him. She struggled to hold onto it but soon the memory was lost. She sighed. A question for another time. Right now, she needed to get out of this forest.

[Tesability]

"You will join us in due time, bishop."

"...made Trevor's conversion into the Meatwork Knight..."

"You don't learn lessons well, do you?"

A high-pitched groan managed to escape from the thin line that formed the blob's mouth, the neon-green dots that acted as eyes finally starting to open up to the world. Even with a decentralized nervous system in this form, every cell in its tiny body hurt. It was covered in black marks that could pass as severe burn marks and the area surrounding it was nothing but blackness, the trees and grass were all charcoal and ashes. The last time it felt like this, the Ditto had been on the receiving end of the most-powerful attack of its world's god of creation.

It allowed itself to plop backwards, wincing as some of the burns spiked up in pain before closing its eyes again, trying to focus on something.

A few seconds, then a few minutes passed and nothing happened. The Ditto finally opened its eyes wide when it finally did, its breathing increasing quickly.

It wasn't strong enough to transform. It needed to get more energy and fast or it was gonna wind up going the way of the Omastar! Managing to get back up, it quickly took a look around to try and regain its bearings on its surroundings. After a quick stumble when trying to move around from loss of balance, it realized one thing.

It was alone and all it could do in this form is see under the world's deceptively-peaceful veil. Gulping down the panic that was trying to build, the blob rolled up into a perfect sphere and followed after a set of dragged tracks that seemed nearby.

Right now, Neos was at its most-vulnerable and it did not like it...

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Thankful that Simon had indeed started to cool down from the sudden influx of snow, Isaac took a quick glance at his surroundings. Yeah, there were plenty of boulders suitable for mining both normal rock and gold from. Daring to look a bit further away, the doctor gulped.

"O mój Boże, I've never seen spiders so big! They must be the size of Simon's tiny little head! We should run and save ourselves!" Mentally jumping for a second, Isaac turned back toward Wojtek and Simon just in time to see the soldier plant a light kick into the kid's side, prompting the doctor to sigh before looking back into the distance.

"Well, we wouldn't have to worry about food for a bit, though," pale fingers balled into into a fist except for one, which found itself pointing toward a ring of Tallbirds surrounding a large rock formation settling in their nests, almost all the nests filled with at least one egg each. "We'd have to figure out some way to draw away those birds. They are not fun to deal with."

Looking up toward the sky, the elder couldn't help but cross his arms at the fact that the sun, though it only rose not that long ago, had started to lower already. "I think that blasted blob messed up the day/night cycle here."

(More like I lost track of the cycle...)

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"Oh, um, yes." Maxwell slightly frowned at the stuttering uttered by David, resisting the urge to shake his head. "Those papers wouldn't be of the island's inhabitants, would it? I'll need them, if that's the case."

"Yes, they are," Maxwell replied before rolling it up. "It would be convenient to have something to keep track of who could do what, but first..." The hand that held the walking cane at the top adjusted itself, preparing to be holding a sword instead of the cane. A moment later did the cane of ice begin to shift, changing into an ornate fencing sword before the Puppet Master elegantly sliced through the annoying mapmaker in rapid succession four times before the body, instead of beginning to bleed, changed into black mist and absorb itself into the icy blade. The former magician wasn't going to bother giving an answer to why he just did that, he couldn't think of one that he could give at the second without weakening his position.

"Information is a valuable thing. If you want it down in written form, what would you be willing to offer in exchange?"

Something gave Maxwell a sneaking suspicion that this particular person might be more dangerous to deal with than that Higgsbury fellow came dangerously close to being...

 

(More like I was actually shaky on how to portray him this go-round...)

Edited April 11, 2014 by Tesability

[Blewcheese]

(Sorry if this post is half-assed, but studying for exams which are on Wednesday and Thursday. If it gets around to my turn before then, I might not be able to post. Just a warning.)

Simon stirred as the Wojtek's kick landed in his side. He groaned slightly, and his eyes slowly opened. "Ow... What happened?" He attempted to rise to his feet, but stumbled down and stayed on his knees. He was fairly weak for now, and his body temperature had cooled down significantly. "And when did it start snowing?" He looked around, noticing that the snow didn't reach out much farther than the area he occupied, and an expression of confusion played across his face.

[ShadowDimentio]

((Totally unrelated talk: I think I'm more like my character than I care to admit. In Mush (a game I play, paranoia and murdering both play a big part in it) I've successfully mastered manipulating evidence and covering up my moves so that not only do I manage to get away with things, but I can sometimes spark a wild Moose chase and end up getting other people killed for my crimes. It's wonderful fun, let me tell you.))

[Percival]

(Mush, huh? Fabricating evidence?

 

Is it a free game?)

[ShadowDimentio]

((Yes. It's a really, really good in-browser game. And I said manipulating evidence, such as covering up the actual cause of my dirtiness by lies and cooincidence. And now I'm making no sense to thouse outside the game.

 

Dammit, Mush, why must you be so hard to explain?))

[23rd]

Wojtek slapped his palms against his knees, kneeling down to meet with Simon. He pushed the front of his left foot lightly against the boys side, rocking him against the snow and inadvertently getting the frozen water in the poor lad's mouth when he tried to talk. Whoops. The exhausted Russian looped his arms underneath of Simon's, yanking the boy to his feet. "What happened and when it started snowing is irrelevant. When it starts snowing is always irrelevant. Now unless you want to lose some toes to frostbite you had better haul your ass. I'm not about to let you die but anything that happens to you before that is your problem." Wojtek knew Isaac probably wasn't going to let Simon lose any digits, somehow, but damn it they needed to keep moving. "C'mon Isaac, help me get this lazy skurwysyn's adrenaline going."

[Tesability]

(Shadow, it's your turn.)

[ShadowDimentio]

((I know. Just not in a good writing mood right now. Later tonight I'll try.

 

Scratch that. I've somehow managed to be blitzed by the cold that my family has since I posted this a few hours ago. Posting tonight is unlikely. Sorry, guys.))

Edited February 25, 2014 by ShadowDimentio

[Tesability]

(Yeesh, get better soon then, Shadow. Getting blindsided by ANY illness isn't fun...unless you're the one inflicting the illness upon the world...I've played way too much Plague Inc on my Android lately...)

[ShadowDimentio]

((Tess, shush. That kind of talk will make Madagascar shut down their borders. Again.))

[Luggs]

((Tess, shush. That kind of talk will make Madagascar shut down their borders. Again.))

(I find picking central Africa helps you get Madagascar and Greenland before they close their borders.)

[Percival]

(I feel left out.

 

And let us continue Dimentio!)

[ShadowDimentio]

((The inner part of my nose is so raw that my breathing is making it hurt. GOTTA POWER THROUGH IT, MUST NOT LET RP DOWN, HHHOOOOAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!))

 

"Yes, they are," Maxwell replied, his answer being just as prepared as before, "It would be convenient to have something to keep track of who could do what, but first..."

 

Suddenly, the Puppeteer moved, raising his cane towards the irritating man from earlier. The man didn't appear to be completely 'there', as it were, he had been so quiet for the longest time, he had completely drifted from David's recent memory, and become as stiff as a statue. None of this was of any concern of the Puppeteer, however, as the man's cane suddenly transformed into a sort of icy fencing sword, and was stuck repeatedly into the other man's chest. Rather than bleeding, however, the man was vaporized, and subsequently absorbed into the icy blade.

 

Okay, this Maxwell fellow was clearly not above flat-out cold-blooded¹ murder, but that was hardly surprising to David. He dared not question the Puppeteer's motives, however, because he, himself, had more than a little blood on his hands, and not just from his time on the island.

 

"...Information is a valuable thing. If you want it down in written form, what would you be willing to offer in exchange?"

 

Payment!? Payment wasn't exactly something that David was expecting the Puppeteer to be demanding, but nevertheless he weighed his options for trading. Certainly, he couldn't trade his dagger, as it was his only weapon, leaving only the strange compass he had... 'commandeered' from the dead fellow. The utility of the compass had yet to be explained, however, so it was quite useless as things were currently. If his initial assumptions about it were correct, however, it would likely prove invaluable in hunting his prey, as Maxwell has ordered. That leaves coaxing the items out of the Puppeteer for, hopefully, free.

 

"I do have something that I could offer you, Puppeteer, however..." David drew out the pause for several moments before speaking again, "Tell me about the man you just killed first. And make certain to detail everything."

 

1: It's funny because Maxwell was using a ice sword.

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(I've been quite busy the past few days, hopefully I'll be posting by tonight.)

[Tesability]

(*lets out a serious verbal f-bomb that will make even a hardened sailor blush a deep red* There's a high, HIGH chance that I won't have internet soon, primarily because of the place we're moving to having absolutely NO phone/cable lines and all the satellite/wireless companies charge out the @$$end for just 5GBs a MONTH... Here's hoping I figure out something soon...)

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(Actually, is it possible to skip Lament? He's not doing much but heading east. Not much to say about that.)

[Tesability]

(If you're sure about the skip, you can do that.)

[_-_-_]

(what is this exactly?)

[Tesability]

(This is a roleplay originally started by the user ScienceMachine. The true plot of this RP has not been truly revealed, so anything I say about that could be a huge spoiler, but one thing I can say is the chess pieces do have a part in what shall eventually come to be.)

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(Honestly not my best work. I haven't gotten any sleep since last morning.)

Lament was walking for half an hour before he hit the ocean. Or was it a whole hour? He'd lost all sense of time now. And the mud had drained him terribly by this point. Remembering the mud, he dipped his foot in the water, taking the opportunity to wash it off. As he dipped his foot in the water, and the mud lost form and combined with it, he became aware of the fact that he lost all feeling in his foot. He pulled it up, seeing that it wasn't there at all.

His shriek rung throughout the woods.

Edited March 1, 2014 by KidneyBeanBoy

[KidneyBeanBoy]

(I edited my post to add my post, so I'm just bumping this so the others notice quicker. I realize it isn't the smartest or most convienient way, but as the latin said, carpet diem.)

Edited March 1, 2014 by KidneyBeanBoy