IC Limbo.

People of Limbo.
I have come to make an announcement

SHADOW THE-
wrong announcement


I'm taking a roll call of who the hell is still participating. I need you to quote this and tell me your still active characters, or if you're active in Limbo.
(Tethin's Alive and well. He shall be participating.)
(...I miss when I still enjoyed interacting with everyone here.)
(I see you. I see your heart and your pain, and I want to help, but don't know how.)
I have come to admit something.
Yes, during earlier limbo, I did godmod.
It was an occasional +5 to some lower rolls.
Everyone else averaged like a 9, I averaged a 14.
Once I was first accused like 300-500 pages ago, I did stop out of fear.
I've felt bad since but have for the most part, hidden this guilt.
I even lied when I was accused again as I was afraid of people being mad at me.
I'm genuinely sorry.
As an apology, I'm willing to give myself a -5 debuff to all rolls for a while.
I hope you can forgive me.
This will be the only message I make regarding this, as merely typing this stresses me out.
If you hate me for this, I agree.
If you're upset at me for this, I am too.
If you don't trust me now, I understand.
Don't give me sympathy for this, it won't help.
Thank you for the admission.
Limbo fell apart, but thats not the issue.
We as a community, fell apart.
Not just in our actions but our feelings toward eachother.
Rope and Esther slowly started to not tolerate eachother, as did they of myself.
Clock kinda dropped out
All the others I fail to know well enough to discern if theres any issues there.

What I guess I'm trying to say is, core members started to strife with eachother(and themselves), and this started to break the RP apart, slowly.
Ik this is the corniest :red: i could have said, but its the best i have.
It's honestly a good way to look at it. I've mostly been secluded as well, sorry about that. Come to think of it, I probably should have tried to help more. I've encouraged people to talk things out, to understand why people do the things people do, but never encouraged reconciliation.
I believe I've been a part of the problem, and as such, I apologize.
(I'm not active—or at least, I'm hardly active.
I suppose I should now wrap up the stuff I said I would. I was considering maybe having Zinque show up at Tethin and Chis' wedding (if that's happening any time soon), so he'd be a literal wedding crasher (hahaha), but I don't have the energy for that right now; I'm just gonna summarize stuff with narration as having happened.)

@Fluxxation

At some point in time, Zinque unearthed and started attacking people near him—puppeteered by his shadowy parasite, of course. Stygian along with some others (y'all can say which of your characters pitched in to help if you'd like) fought back and restrained Zinque, and Stygian cast a fancy spell he'd been working on and exorcised the machine, the banished mass of shadow burrowing into the ground. He had used this spell on himself earlier, with matching results. Both after this and then after the second exorcism, the wiry scholar cast his detection spell, the glow of inconsistent blue indicative of the presence of the Darkness absent in both himself and Zinque.

[Fatality count: 0]
[Overall injuries/damages: relatively mild]

Invigorated by his success, Stygian continues to train and study, preparing for when this dark force may return.


(This is nice, just narrating. I'll drop a post every once in a while to say what's been going on thus far with my bowl-cut-exhibiting mage fella. I hope Limbo lives on!)


(For those of you who didn't understand my Haha react to this post, it was originally what I have in the quoted box, pinging an inactive user named "Old".)
(Yay! An IC excuse for Tethin's absence due to my city's power shut off!)

Tethin participates, and is responsible for getting a bunch of the shadow physically, but would not have succeeded without Stygian.
(...I still want to interact with you...)

(I feel bad about lashing out at people; there have been times where I went to bed super early because I felt awful about something like that...)

(Basically: I'm unbenching one of three characters between Antasy, Marth, and Dusk, and I want everyone to vote on who they want to see the most.)
Hello Esther! I apologise not getting to interact with you more, and from the times we have, I can honestly say it's been joyous.
Zinque lowers his arm as the beam flickers out, curling his hand. He's positive than his counterpart has seen the beam, he knows she's coming, head on a swivel.

She dives from the treeline, legs extended in a drill-like kick.

Zinque pivots to the side, and she flies past.

The two remain facing each other in a small clearing, a good fifty feet apart.

"... Mobile Collection Agent r~nko.. you mean to contest me for the solitary Collection position upon this planet..."

He sinks into a combative stance, legs locking, head lowering, arms coiling as they brace against the ground.

"... and I do not intend to give it to you. I have found a higher purpose here. You do not understand this purpose, and never will."


She draws her kurambit and revolver in a separate hand each, bending at the bladed knees, flicking the cylinder of the revolver shut.

"I understand that you've gone astray, made yourself an enemy. What else is there to worry about, друг?"


"There are.. many people to worry about, here. Companionship, this is not something found in the collective."

"I.. want you to understand. I don't want to do what I intend to do... but you are not leaving me with a choice."

With a bang like a gunshot, he pushes off from the ground, arms curling as he breaks into a sprint, red lights streaking as he builds speed, fast.


"Finally. I thought you were here to talk me down!"

She breaks into her own sprint, bladed legs hardly touching the ground as she lets her dagger flow behind her, raising the revolver to meet Zinque.


They meet in a clash of black and red.

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Three bullets rip through the air, two whizzing past, as the third finds purchase in Zinque's chest.

The gap is closed, r~nko bolts to the side with a diagonal slash from her kurambit, though it's too slow, Zinque's raised fist curls into her chest, sending her sprawling, revolver flung from her grip, the metal dents violently.

Zinque wastes no time advancing again after grinding to a halt, feet carving gashes into the ground, r~nko flips gracefully to her feet.

She hooks a back-spin kick at his head, clipping and severing one of his horns, and he ducks low elbowing at her hip, which cracks loudly.

r~nko swings her kurambit down at his head, which he grasps in his unbandaged hand, the molten blade burning steadily through his fingers. She raises her free hand, claws extending and igniting as she claws at Zinque's face.

Her fingers connect, his visor is slit, and he thrusts up to his feet, the hand not clashing with r~nko's blade hurled up in a brutal uppercut, giving r~nko some air time, causing her to let go of her dagger. Zinque curls back a leg and kicks straight out, sending the now falling machine flying, skidding across the clearning, dribbling coral from some impact wounds.

Zinque crushes the dagger in his hand, dropping the ruined hilt as the blade flickers out, his hand mutilated, two blocky metal fingers falling off, the hand steams and glows a radiant red from the injuries.

With a bit of a limp, he starts to close the gap again, r~nko scrambling for her revolver as she bolts to her feet, firing again.

With an audible boom, Zinque's palm extends, his hand ripping apart as it bursts forth a beam of Coral, cracks reaching up to his elbow. The beam engulfs r~nko's revolver and arm, along with two of her wing extensions on the corresponding side, all obliterated.

Lens growing to a small dot in shock, r~nko regains her composure, letting her now half of an arm dangle as she bends her knees, leaping up to meet Zinque, metal front of her leg giving a devastating side kick against his head, cracking his lens further, then followed up with a midair front kick from her other leg, sending him stumbling back.

She weaves in, clawing at his torso, ripping open damaged plating as coral spills rapidly from his torso, raising a leg to slash across his knees, dropping him down to one. She hefts up a leg, bringing it down on his damaged arm's shoulder in an axe kick, cutting halfway through it, slowly ripping further.

Looking up at her with a burning, dripping lens, Zinque raises and curls a fist, slamming it down across the cutting leg's knee, snapping it down, breaking it backwards, and fully severing his arm. She stumbles back, the bladed leg's coral edge flickering out as she can scarcely walk. Zinque staggers to his feet, favoring his butchered side.

Remaining hand's claws curled, r~nko gives a staggering glide forwards, using her good leg in a spear kick, stabbing into Zinque's neck, his lens flickering.

He wastes no time, ripping back his fist to slam it in a devastating punch between her raised legs, her hip deforming and audibly shattering, the other bladed leg flickers for a moment as she falls back, struggling, and near failing, to remain on her feet.

Zinque lunges in, and she defends herself with a coral-tinged clawing to his visor, which he swats away, grabbing the back of her head in his hand, slamming her visor into his knee and shattering it, then punching her head, sending her flat into the dirt.

He limps over to her form, battered and bleeding, in the dirt, though r~nko still has fight in her yet, using her gimp leg to push her lower half up, sweeping her good, now glowing red bladed leg up across his front half, a molten slash cleaving up from the top of his chest through his head, splitting it all open.

He freezes, staggering back, coral pouring from his entire body profusely. r~nko, dragging one leg, hops towards him. She curls her arm back, claws extending further.

There's a whistle from the force with which Zinque draws his head forwards, bashing it against r~nko's, both denting and malforming, coral spreading in violently splashes across the ground. They get some distance again.

They stagger closer, no words still exchanged. r~nko tries to hike up her still working leg, only for Zinque to raise his foot, ripping it apart against the blade, but stomping down, holding it there.

r~nko's pupil goes small again as Zinque raises back his arm, fist clenched, delivering a backhand so hard that hard that her leg is ripped off at the damaged hip, sending her heavily to the ground.

Zinque shakes her leg from his ruined stump of a foot. He trudges over. r~nko remains on the ground, decimated remaining leg slowly pushing her away. She opens her remaining palm, a small red rift splitting the air.. only for Zinque to bolt forwards, raising knee high, slamming his ruined foot down on her forearm, damn near splitting it from her body, crooked and broken. Her fingers, go limp, the Coral claws cease to glow.

r~nko waits, laying in a now forming puddle of her own Coral, ruined leg flopping down as she gives up.

"Do --t-t youUu :red:ing -g g BBRute."


Zinque looks down at her, his remaining hand uncurled now.

He slowly turns, beginning to limp away, a thick trail of burning red coral accompanying his exit.


"KILL--L ME Y--YyyOU COW--RD! YOU PATh--THTHETIC EX-CUUse FOR a W--WEAPON!!"

She continues to scream expletives as Zinque staggers to the edge of the clearing.


He bends down, one knee near snapping as it lets out a burst of steam and smoke.. he lets out a quiet grunt.

Beautiful wildflowers.. he raises his huge hand, coral dribbling from it onto the flowers.

A small, white flower catches his attention. He reaches down, plucking it at the stem, bits of coral staining the petals a rich, mottled red and pink. Pushing himself to his feet and staggering away, he begins trudging back to the camp, flower held delicately in between his index finger and thumb.


r~nko has stopped her screaming, lights now flickering as she continues to lose her Coral, her life-blood, her head snaps to the side.

"n-no.. noNnononoo.no-n..."


"Most disappointing, collection agent."

A white dot pierces out from the surrounding tree-line.
(Phenomenal writing, it is amazing my friend.)

*Tethin, still helping others with their injuries, sees Zinque limping back, and immediately runs over to his side to assist him to the metal shack to help him recover. He reaches Zinque, layering his shoulder with leather skins and then puts his right arm around Zinque's left side and helps him walk to the shack, offering him leather to help however he can.*
 
(Good morning...)
 
*Tethin, still helping others with their injuries, sees Zinque limping back, and immediately runs over to his side to assist him to the metal shack to help him recover. He reaches Zinque, layering his shoulder with leather skins and then puts his right arm around Zinque's left side and helps him walk to the shack, offering him leather to help however he can.*
He gently pushes Tethin away with his good arm, still trying to preserve the little flower.

“N-No. Not-t-T yet.”

He continues to stagger along through camp, as if looking for someone.
 
(Good morning...)
(Good morning!)
He gently pushes Tethin away with his good arm, still trying to preserve the little flower.

“N-No. Not-t-T yet.”

He continues to stagger along through camp, as if looking for someone.
*Tethin nods and steps back. He gets him a strong branch to use as a walking stick though.*
"It's good to see you, my friend."
*Tethin gives Zinque space.*
 
(Glisten: please don't kill Zinque after this-)
 
*Tom has an idea. He checks his inventory, still has about 20 stacks of stone. He rushes to his forge, turning all of it into stone brick*
*Once that is done, he turns them all into platforms, the sound emitted from him sounding like he pissed off a hornet nest with a lawnmower attached to each hornet.*
 
_...That girl is being awfully submissive..._
 
(Btw, is the Crimson Queen Pitite not the reincarnation of Rope's wife, or does Rope just not know yet?)
 
as in fully under but like due to the hole he dug beneath himself mining the hallowed ore he simply can just climb back up

that :red: look like the pitnite battle pass
(Btw, is the Crimson Queen Pitite not the reincarnation of Rope's wife, or does Rope just not know yet?)
Not, quite, but I'll humour it

Rope climbs out of the pit and back to the pitite fight.
Amusing, but what's with this?
He walks down the corridor, a mysterious force preventing the living stones from shooting at him.
Eventually, he reaches the Crimson Queen.

He peers deeply into the Crimson Queen Pitite.

Someone else stares back from the reflection.
Rope jumps back, surprised.
He tries to get a closer look...

The figure is female, with long, straight silver hair and a crown of bloodied iron. Her eyes glow a blood red...
I... Impossible!
He tries to polish the queen with his sleeve, but when he looks again there's nothing there.

Wh... I swear I saw...
 
*Tethin, completely oblivious to the many strifes happening to people around him, starts cooking game meat over the camp's fire and whistles.*

You're a terrible leader.

*Tethin's whistling abruptly stops.*

How many situations, how many dead souls could you have prevented had you been there? Invested a sliver of time and effort for the people you swore to lead?

*Tethin thinks he still protected those he could, but as he reflects, he sees how selfish, how lazy he was with his responsibility, his purpose, his mission. He pulls his hat low over his face as he tends to the fire and meats.*
 
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*Tethin, completely oblivious to the many strifes happening to people around him, starts cooking game meat over the camp's fire and whistles.*

You're a terrible leader.

*Tethin's whistling abruptly stop.*

How many situations, how many dead souls could you have prevented had you been there? Invested a sliver of time and effort for the people you swore to lead?

*Tethin thinks he still protected those he could, but as he reflects, he sees how selfish, how lazy he was with his responsibility, his purpose, his mission. He pulls his hat low over his face as he tends to the fire and meats.*
(I see it has begun without my input /hj)
(Anyway Dusk get your :red: over here already)
(A-)
Dusk would walk into camp, somewhat cautious about something.
 
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