AKA Nixer
Aoife – Campsite
“It was fine until I woke up,” Aoife shrugged, yawning widely before shifting a little in her seat and rubbing at the sleep in her eyes. It was very hard for her to keep them open at this point. “Still, nice out here... always liked the dark...”
...Wait, is that why I have night vision...?
Her discus emanated a soft, metallic ringing as it revolved idly in the air, but it wasn't loud enough to be disrupted. More rhythmic, soothing. Like the sound of crickets chirping. Aoife wondered if it was tinnitus at first before she realised it was her own strange medium of magic that was the culprit.
“...Anyways, you holding up good? All things... considering?” she questioned, gesturing vaguely to... well, everything. “I mean, I'm listening if yeah. I know it's weirding me out.”
Edited by Enirboreh on May 9th 2020 at 3:30:16 PM
bork
Bona-Fide Mastah
Center Fire
"Eh...could be better, could be worse."
He stretches his arms out, fingers laced, trying to elicit more of those wonderful little pops and snaps from his knuckles, afterward leaning back in his chosen seat, as though resting on an invisible chair. "I mean...coulda been smashed by a truck and not woken up, pointy ears or not..."
From his reclined position, be lets out a long breath. "Coulda gone without the prison, killer robots, and obsidionifying super beam too, though. I thought these stories are supposed to have like...old dude priests saying something about "Chosen Heroes" or some stuff."
He then leans forward, elbows against his thin knees, chin resting in his palms, idly flicking the lobes of his new ears with his fingertips. "And on the flipside of that flipside, I coulda woke up here without some form of company and died again back there.
His fidgeting about comes to an end when he rolls his head to the side, palm on his cheek, facing the elven girl. Suppose I lucked out on the company too...sole male status notwithstanding.
A beat passes before he mumbles, mostly to himself. Wait, I think the cat's a dude too...welp.
AKA Nixer
Aoife – Campsite
Aoife snorted a little with laughter at that, before she remembered the others sleeping and promptly stifled herself with a hand. Even so, she couldn't exactly disagree with him. Funny as she thought that phrasing was.
“Yeah, I'll be honest too—don't think I'd be dealing with all this the same if it weren't for you guys,” she smiled—unconsciously mirroring him as she frowned a moment and twanged her own oversized ears. “Like this whole nonsense... you know I was pretty short before...?”
Well, of course he couldn't have known that. Or anything else about her. Which put a sudden and obvious dampener on her mood. The ‘before’ part most obviously. After a moment of silent contemplation she glanced up at him again—the hope in her eyes and tone clearly trying to hide her anxiety.
“You think we'll... ever get back?”
bork
Bona-Fide Mastah
Center Fire
Runicas contemplates the question for a moment. Obviously he didn’t know the answer, that much was true.
He taps his chin, thinking of an answer that could possibly ease his newfound companion’s mind, before staring wistfully into the fire once more.
“I...don’t know. I wish I did, but I don’t.
Question insecurity at 89%
Quiet you.
Antares was right, though. He didn’t sound comforting at all. Runi lightly smacks his cheek, as if to snap himself out of it before his seemingly neutral smirk returns.
“I mean...way I see it, we were all brought here for a reason. We were all hit by some bus and we all woke up in prison, yeah? Maybe if we find out what that reason is...we can find a way home afterward!”
He flashes a toothy grin, one that tried to beam with confidence.
“I mean...worst case scenario, we save the world and become heroes, livin’ in luxury with a buncha nifty abilities, eh?”
He’s obviously trying to lighten the mood, unsure as he sounds about his “ideal” scenario.
AKA Nixer
Aoife – Campsite
“...Ugh. Maybe,” Aoife shrugged, sighing as she looked up at the sky. Was it even a real sky at this point? “It's a nice thought, at least. Still...”
...Maybe it's something I just... need to let go of.
She mulled over this for a while, before her mind drifted to another possibility. Which she also ended up considering, until she finally turned back to Runi—a somewhat nervous smile on her face as she made her decision.
“...My name was Kiera, before...” she trailed off, before chuckling to herself a little. “Y'know. Bus attack. I wish I had a name like Aoife... guess this is the closest I'll ever get to it now.”
bork
Bona-Fide Mastah
Campfire
“Hehe...you can still say your old name at least...”
Runi’s lips move, but all that comes out is a soft, harsh bleep.
“Not like my old name was anything special...”
The tip of his boot traces the dirt in front of him.
J
A
His leg seems to spasm and erase the letters.
“Can’t even write it fully...ah well.“
He gives a slightly bitter chuckle as he digs the heel of his palm into his forehead.
“Still...two beautiful names...you got lucky, Aoife.”
It’s like I’ve been...overwritten and blended...dammit.
Edited by Skyzerk on May 10th 2020 at 2:15:03 PM
AKA Nixer
Aoife – Campsite
Aoife watched as Runi tried to write out his own name, but he'd only managed to get two letters out before he seemed to involuntarily erase it. Still, she had an idea at least. Two letters was a lot from a certain perspective.
Jack? James? Jason? I guess it doesn't matter too much. Weird how it seems different for each of us.
“You... seriously think they're ‘beautiful’?” she blinked, somewhat taken aback as she looked at him inquisitively. “Aoife, maybe... I mean I picked that one. Kiera, though? Kinda common, don't you think?”
Despite her attempts to downplay this there was a slight flush on her cheeks from the compliment. She hoped it wasn't too visible in the night. Though the campfire probably wouldn't help hide it.
“...Anyway. Doesn't really matter in the end. S'long as we stick together. Don't think we'd get far if we weren't all grouped up like this,” she admitted.
Still... it'd be cool to be an actual mage... she thought to herself, considering her strange discus and studying it for what felt like the hundredth time. Maybe I'll get more powerful over time... heh. Never thought I'd have magic on my side.
bork
Bona-Fide Mastah
Campfire
“Not nearly as common as my name was...Runicas is much cooler, mind.”
He waves away the frustration of his own situation with a smile.
“But! I agree. Between all of us, I think we’ll be just fine!”
He stands, putting on a brave face, pumping his fist in front of him in a determined gesture.
“Together, we can pierce the fog of mysteries that this world is offering us!”
His smile grows to a genuine one as the tips of his ears burn cherry red.
Heh...I think I sounded pretty cool there!
Motivational percentile: 4%
Let me have this, Antares!
Fwomph
Night Watch Phase Two
As the night ticks on, the skies above the camp alight with something akin to an aurora, casting faint rainbow light across the lands. A few pinpricks of more concentrated light are visible on the horizon, if you look hard enough you can tell these sparks caused by the aurora are at the entrances of caverns, ruins, forts and lone buildings. The world twitches for a moment.
->Patched an oversight that allowed for the creation of unintended sub-servers.
->Fixed an error where money would be read from variable address in use by other processes.
->Summon Barrow Shade can no longer be manipulated to summon an unused asset.
->Error discovery credits dispensed to paganbae3, LandlessKing and Jaelot.
The world resumes and after a few brief minutes of this inspiring light, the aurora fades and with it the lights in the distance. Though you're sure that if you got hold of a map you could mark where each of those lights were.
Edited by Pentigan on May 18th 2020 at 9:51:44 PM
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
So, things hit a few major snags due to 2020 and a bad case of life , and a few players had to drop or go dormant. Nevertheless after a brief discussion on how to resuscitate the RP we've decided to skip ahead a little bit, and I volunteered to post so the GM doesn't have to make a double
Previously
After morning came and the party broke camp and a brief discussion on what the party should do next they set off for the nearest city, Ninespires. By the time they arrived there was still some debate over the merits of prioritizing the 'main quest' of reporting the destruction of Raykbay, searching for other 'side quests' before triggering any major events, or avoiding the quest prompts all together and forging their own way independent of the will of whatever brought them to Astratamere, but they tentatively agreed to spend the next day exploring the city and gathering more information before making any serious decisions.
Ninespires - Outside of inn
Which brings us to the morning, where a fed a rested blue slime girl stands contemplating her options outside of the inn she stayed at last night.
Center Fire
"Good enough, I guess...it ain't some BSA approved canvas tent and cot, that's for sure."
He knocks his temple. "Internal alarm didn't help either He chucked, lightheartedly.
"Wuddabout you, Aoife?"
He stumbles over the name, seemingly foreign to his tongue, but smirks in return to her sleepy smile, his hazel eyes reflecting the softly flickering flames.