Murphmario
Retinazer
"I guess I'll choose A5. The two girls can feel free to share it with me when they get here."
*Heads off to my room*
*Heads off to my room*
IC Role Play - Calamity Adventure
- Thread starter AlphaEspeon
- Start date
Razor_Typhoon
Living Tree
|It doesn't hurt that much due to being latex...... he turns around and finally notices the receptionist|
``H-Hey!``
``H-Hey!``
Animus Viral
Torch God
(I said you MISSED them. Right THEN, Right THERE. Well, no longer, since it's no longer 'right', must be 'left'. Also no longer there, since that's how the earth rotating around the sun works with location and stuff.
In short, they kinda left.
So get dunked on by time itself.)
In short, they kinda left.
So get dunked on by time itself.)
Razor_Typhoon
Living Tree
|insert being twoooooooooooooooooo late...………………..|
``Well...….. that's it.. I have to attract attention by breaking the rules...``
|He goes off to find where the rules are listed|
(might be spammed cuz bad internet)
``Well...….. that's it.. I have to attract attention by breaking the rules...``
|He goes off to find where the rules are listed|
(might be spammed cuz bad internet)
Animus Viral
Torch God
(Prepare to get rekt by the automated security system.)
Flask & Vella the Latias
Terrarian
Timon patiently waited, looking at what hatchlings want.
"*Hun...grr...ghry...*" I hungry... need food...
"*Hun...grr...ghry...*" I hungry... need food...
Razor_Typhoon
Living Tree
``Lets see...……… -insert rule 1-``
|He breaks rule 1|
(feel free to tell what it is)
|He breaks rule 1|
(feel free to tell what it is)
Animus Viral
Torch God
"OH I GOT BLOODY BOMBS FOR YA!"
Many bombs pelt Burst, from Wheatley Science Center through a portal, and because Portal logic, they just leave burn marks on the walls of the lab instead of destroying it outright. The same cannot be said for Burst, who gets wrecked.
Then said portal closes.
Senatsu came back to Timon.
"Well, it won't rebuild what the world has destroyed over time, but it's something."
The completed prosthetic looked like a metal claw, supposed to be replicating a dragon's foot. While the main supporting part was like any other prosthetic, she added a few pseudo toes through melted spoons and forks, though dulled out(Through probably hammering it for a bit until rounding it out.) to prevent it from being too sharp and accidentally harming themselves. The way that it would attach would be similar to a normal prosthetic along with a few belts to allow the adjustment of the prosthetic to solve the problem of growing out of it for a limited amount of time since there is a point where it just won't be able to support the dragon after a while of growing, like any shirt, hat or other clothing. Its weight is around two handful of metal spoons, I think. Basically ten metal spoons in both right and left hand, I think. Maybe. Otherwise, if unreasonable, choose for yourself.
"Made sure to clean out the materials before using them, and still cleaned it after, so there shouldn't be any rust or anything on it, so should be safe."
(Also Murph, do you really think I have control over my internet provider at this point in my life?)
Many bombs pelt Burst, from Wheatley Science Center through a portal, and because Portal logic, they just leave burn marks on the walls of the lab instead of destroying it outright. The same cannot be said for Burst, who gets wrecked.
Then said portal closes.
Senatsu came back to Timon.
"Well, it won't rebuild what the world has destroyed over time, but it's something."
The completed prosthetic looked like a metal claw, supposed to be replicating a dragon's foot. While the main supporting part was like any other prosthetic, she added a few pseudo toes through melted spoons and forks, though dulled out(Through probably hammering it for a bit until rounding it out.) to prevent it from being too sharp and accidentally harming themselves. The way that it would attach would be similar to a normal prosthetic along with a few belts to allow the adjustment of the prosthetic to solve the problem of growing out of it for a limited amount of time since there is a point where it just won't be able to support the dragon after a while of growing, like any shirt, hat or other clothing. Its weight is around two handful of metal spoons, I think. Basically ten metal spoons in both right and left hand, I think. Maybe. Otherwise, if unreasonable, choose for yourself.
"Made sure to clean out the materials before using them, and still cleaned it after, so there shouldn't be any rust or anything on it, so should be safe."
(Also Murph, do you really think I have control over my internet provider at this point in my life?)
Murphmario
Retinazer
((TBH, not really. Still, maybe you could ask your parents about it, if you're still living with them.))
((Also, inevitable Alpha softlock now. And TBH I still wanted to experiment with Latex!Murph some more. Oh well.))
*Goes to check on the girls*
((Also, inevitable Alpha softlock now. And TBH I still wanted to experiment with Latex!Murph some more. Oh well.))
*Goes to check on the girls*
Animus Viral
Torch God
(A la slow clapping or whatever.
Also if you want to turn back, A- has still given you his work number if for whatever reason you want to call for another chem. And since Timon's cure, we can turn you back. Though, probably, characters will become annoyed with the usage of these chems.)
"If that's all, I'm going back to the lower levels or floors.(Ah yes, terminology and stuff getting in the way. Fun.) I have work to do."
The woman leaves for the second floor.
(And hopefully, I am not going to do another idiotic thing.
If I do, then I'm hitting table-kun.)
Also if you want to turn back, A- has still given you his work number if for whatever reason you want to call for another chem. And since Timon's cure, we can turn you back. Though, probably, characters will become annoyed with the usage of these chems.)
"If that's all, I'm going back to the lower levels or floors.(Ah yes, terminology and stuff getting in the way. Fun.) I have work to do."
The woman leaves for the second floor.
(And hopefully, I am not going to do another idiotic thing.
If I do, then I'm hitting table-kun.)
Mandrake167
Terrarian
A bold figure stood on the fore of the ship, proudly facing the deadly seas. His mangled hair blew in the wind and his energetic blue eyes glimmered and his smile was spreading from shining sea to shining sea and his arms were out to his sides, catching the wind to let it billow through his sleeves. He also might have been T-posing, but I'd like to think that he was just trying to feel the wind.
What's funny though was that Xaniel wasn't on a ship sailing through the open waters. Rather, it was the remains of the front of a ship in the middle of the desert. The rest of the ship was buried in the fine powdery sand. He was roleplaying the world as he wanted, as if fate hadn't thrown him a curveball and said, "You're the antagonist."
"Don't try to imagine joining us," Cyprian said as he walked across the fine desert sand, careful to not get any of the microscopic particles into his boots. Like always, he was wearing his lime green lab coat, and the whites of his scars glimmered in the light.
"Oh let me have my fun," Xaniel said. He was still grinning even as he faced the Professor of the Circle, "Also, aren't the Professors the very same as me? You were created for revenge, right?"
"Yes, I do think so," Hyatt MacQuoid said from behind Cyprian. The gray-clad psychic was the true gray man-- he blended in almost perfectly. He looked up at Xaniel, entirely serious. "And here's the thing-- 'the sky continues to soar by, your chances of serving the cold dish will make you cry'..."
There was a moment of awkward silence as Hyatt gripped his staff awkwardly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make that prophecy mean," Hyatt apologized, "I just wanted to say, bud, you gotta let go. Do you think this world will ever change?"
"No... it's been more than a year," Xaniel muttered in recognition. His arms flopped down to his sides as he nimbly hopped off of the ship.
"Exactly. It's time to truly move on to fresher fields. I know that this world is nostalgic, but it's not healthy to stay," Cyprian said earnestly to Xaniel. As earnestly as one could while fruitlessly attempting to water the desert out of a mysteriously conjured watering can.
"But... I can't," Xaniel kicked at the dust, making both Hyatt and Cyprian cough, "I simply can't. I can feel it in the air! Something is bound to happen!"
"No, Xaniel. The air is dead," Cyprian said after he recovered, "Everything is moving like a machine as if nothing's wrong, but not even a million trees can save this world anymore. Don't stay here-- come join us so that we can be a part of the Great Next."
"They're right, you know," plantain boy emerged from within the confines of the covered aft. Sand hadn't seeped into the room at the aft of the ship. "This world is holding onto the ash that has already burned away. It's holding onto trash. What fun will you get from kicking trash? I can see the flames of justice have burned away in your eyes, Xaniel. As much as I would also like to crush the trash into a single point, it isn't even worth the effort."
"Here, let me show you what's next here," Hyatt offered. He raised his staff, and a mirage appeared. There were foggy figures that seemed frighteningly real-- the past year created a lot of change-- but it was as if it were always two steps out of reach.
"Well, if that exists, I have to stay," Xaniel said sadly, "The green pastures can be planted here, even if it only an oasis, right?"
"I doubt it," plantain boy said with a frown, "Even God has to take a decade-long bathroom break."
"All I have to do is wait for the sound of the toilet flushing then, right?" Xaniel asked.
"I guess you could think of it that way," plantain boy said with a crooked frown. It was clear that they weren't happy with what was going around, but they didn't have the energy either to argue back. I knew that Kiro, the plantain boy, could have easily beaten Xaniel in an argument if they wanted to.
“Look, it isn’t like I want to stay in this world, where I’ve been the bad guy,” Xaniel burst, “I wish that I could move on! I want to, with every bone of my body! Move on, they say! But from time to time, I feel a longing for the past, where I’ve heard of places like ‘Kawakami City’ and ‘Lone Tree High’ and ‘Sliver’ and ‘Rustlands’ and all the things that I’ve heard from Ann! I know that this place has devolved so low that any shining beacon like that could never be found again, but still! I must!”
"Well, I see that I can't convince you," Hyatt said disapprovingly, "That's okay. We can't all choose our fate."
As Cyprian and Hyatt began to walk back into the billowing dust in the horizons, back into obscurity, Cyprian suddenly turned around to face Xaniel.
"You know, Xaniel, you remind me of my friend Roy," he said, "He was also here for the sake of revenge. But he managed to get past his fate to have fun. I hope you can too."
Without waiting for a reply, Cyprian gave a friendly wave to Kiro and Xaniel before both Cyprian and Hyatt disappeared into the dust.
"Yeah, hopefully, things will either pass or start," Xaniel said wistfully, "So that I can finally stop feeling trapped in this hellhole with all these fake people."
What's funny though was that Xaniel wasn't on a ship sailing through the open waters. Rather, it was the remains of the front of a ship in the middle of the desert. The rest of the ship was buried in the fine powdery sand. He was roleplaying the world as he wanted, as if fate hadn't thrown him a curveball and said, "You're the antagonist."
"Don't try to imagine joining us," Cyprian said as he walked across the fine desert sand, careful to not get any of the microscopic particles into his boots. Like always, he was wearing his lime green lab coat, and the whites of his scars glimmered in the light.
"Oh let me have my fun," Xaniel said. He was still grinning even as he faced the Professor of the Circle, "Also, aren't the Professors the very same as me? You were created for revenge, right?"
"Yes, I do think so," Hyatt MacQuoid said from behind Cyprian. The gray-clad psychic was the true gray man-- he blended in almost perfectly. He looked up at Xaniel, entirely serious. "And here's the thing-- 'the sky continues to soar by, your chances of serving the cold dish will make you cry'..."
There was a moment of awkward silence as Hyatt gripped his staff awkwardly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make that prophecy mean," Hyatt apologized, "I just wanted to say, bud, you gotta let go. Do you think this world will ever change?"
"No... it's been more than a year," Xaniel muttered in recognition. His arms flopped down to his sides as he nimbly hopped off of the ship.
"Exactly. It's time to truly move on to fresher fields. I know that this world is nostalgic, but it's not healthy to stay," Cyprian said earnestly to Xaniel. As earnestly as one could while fruitlessly attempting to water the desert out of a mysteriously conjured watering can.
"But... I can't," Xaniel kicked at the dust, making both Hyatt and Cyprian cough, "I simply can't. I can feel it in the air! Something is bound to happen!"
"No, Xaniel. The air is dead," Cyprian said after he recovered, "Everything is moving like a machine as if nothing's wrong, but not even a million trees can save this world anymore. Don't stay here-- come join us so that we can be a part of the Great Next."
"They're right, you know," plantain boy emerged from within the confines of the covered aft. Sand hadn't seeped into the room at the aft of the ship. "This world is holding onto the ash that has already burned away. It's holding onto trash. What fun will you get from kicking trash? I can see the flames of justice have burned away in your eyes, Xaniel. As much as I would also like to crush the trash into a single point, it isn't even worth the effort."
"Here, let me show you what's next here," Hyatt offered. He raised his staff, and a mirage appeared. There were foggy figures that seemed frighteningly real-- the past year created a lot of change-- but it was as if it were always two steps out of reach.
"Well, if that exists, I have to stay," Xaniel said sadly, "The green pastures can be planted here, even if it only an oasis, right?"
"I doubt it," plantain boy said with a frown, "Even God has to take a decade-long bathroom break."
"All I have to do is wait for the sound of the toilet flushing then, right?" Xaniel asked.
"I guess you could think of it that way," plantain boy said with a crooked frown. It was clear that they weren't happy with what was going around, but they didn't have the energy either to argue back. I knew that Kiro, the plantain boy, could have easily beaten Xaniel in an argument if they wanted to.
“Look, it isn’t like I want to stay in this world, where I’ve been the bad guy,” Xaniel burst, “I wish that I could move on! I want to, with every bone of my body! Move on, they say! But from time to time, I feel a longing for the past, where I’ve heard of places like ‘Kawakami City’ and ‘Lone Tree High’ and ‘Sliver’ and ‘Rustlands’ and all the things that I’ve heard from Ann! I know that this place has devolved so low that any shining beacon like that could never be found again, but still! I must!”
"Well, I see that I can't convince you," Hyatt said disapprovingly, "That's okay. We can't all choose our fate."
As Cyprian and Hyatt began to walk back into the billowing dust in the horizons, back into obscurity, Cyprian suddenly turned around to face Xaniel.
"You know, Xaniel, you remind me of my friend Roy," he said, "He was also here for the sake of revenge. But he managed to get past his fate to have fun. I hope you can too."
Without waiting for a reply, Cyprian gave a friendly wave to Kiro and Xaniel before both Cyprian and Hyatt disappeared into the dust.
"Yeah, hopefully, things will either pass or start," Xaniel said wistfully, "So that I can finally stop feeling trapped in this hellhole with all these fake people."
UltiDaniel
Golem
(I feel like I've seen this person before.)
(Or atleast their pfp.)
(Or atleast their pfp.)
Razor_Typhoon
Living Tree
|from all the exploisons.. all that latex is around the room in a grey color|
Flask & Vella the Latias
Terrarian
After the woman left, Timon making sure he won't make the cripple worse, he goes to apply the prosthetic on Sylna/Swiftie, so she would be able to be walking again. "It won't return what you lost... but it'll replace it for the time being."
Razor_Typhoon
Living Tree
``S-
.....``
|The mess slowly comes together|
.....``|The mess slowly comes together|
Flask & Vella the Latias
Terrarian
And shortly after he's done putting it on Swiftie making sure it isn't too low or too high.
Murphmario
Retinazer
((Wonder what that one post was about.))
Razor_Typhoon
Living Tree
``W-WHOEVER DID THAT..... come show your face.....``