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Daiko OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 22/10/2023 05:25 (1 Year ago) |
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Daavit didn't even have time to process the commotion, as it just so happened that one of those lovely bombs were just close enough to completely disorient him and everyone around. His fear of being forced to comply with Mr. Jacket Man was now replaced with sheer panic, but a panic he could suppress and use to his advantage. No time to say hello to somebody he once knew, no time to figure anything out, and especially no time to bring his little hellhound friend along. He just ran. Yeah, sure, probably should've been more cautious, probably should've thought of a plan, but whatever, right? Just run now, that's all he had in mind. He ducked and weaved in the panicked crowd, stayed as low as he could, pulled his hood up to hide his face. The man out for his life was probably still following, but he didn't particularly care. As long as he could get out of here he could- ...Well that was awkward. He almost stumbled to the ground, running into someone he didn't recognize. She looked shockingly calm for the event, and her presence alone was... Daavit had to admit, slightly intimidating. She didn't even flinch at the run-in, only stared at him with a piercing glare. Kafka didn't have much trouble making her way through the crowd, even though it was as chaotic as one would expect. That is, however, until an idiot decided it was a good idea to run right into her. She didn't dare say a word, she didn't dare move. She only stopped to consider the possibilities. Could this be an escapee? A scumbag who thought they got caught? Someone el- Yeah no, one look at his face could tell her everything she needed to know. Still without saying a word, her cold fingers latched around the unicorn's arm and she began to drag him along. Even with his protests and struggles, her hand stayed firm and she made her way to her destination. A stage, front and center, the most popular place in the market. Dozens more seemed to follow her, scattering themselves about in front of the stage, then simply standing there like they were waiting for something. Some even looked like prisoners, straight out of those buildings not too far off. They were starting to gather attention, just how she wanted. And with that, the next act was set in motion. A bounty for the infamous black market dealer in her grasp was set out, and her location would be shared to everyone on the market. The dealer in question, understandably, was furious, confused, and utterly shocked at what had just happened. To be fair, most everyone here was as well, but still. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 16/10/2023 04:07 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The audacity. Seriously? Prom? Right after that whole diabolical too. Ghost Mei was now angry ghost Mei, a vengeful spirit that now stayed true to ghost lore, or... something. Her popcorn? Burnt. The tables? Turned. Hotel? Trivago. Anyways, the whole prom idea was almost ridiculous enough to make her laugh instead of going on a witch hunt for that damn bear, but unfortunately, it was also ridiculous. A bad kind of ridiculous. Y'know, the kind of ridiculous you'd find on your typical 9 to 5, the final straw before you turn in your two-weeks? Yeah, well Mei had a 0 to 24 that paid far below minimum wage and this bear was the angry customer screaming about how their shampoo tasted like giraffe urine and they wanted a refund. Better watch out Monokuma, Mei is gonna microwave your pillow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- I'LL WRITE SOME DUMB STUFF IN LIKE 2 DON'T EVER LET ME COOK UNLESS YOU WANT A CONCOCTION WORSE THAN THE HORRORS FOUND IN A SCHOOL CAFETERIA THAT SOME ASSHOLES BET YOU 5 BUCKS TO DRINK [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 11/10/2023 20:45 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sat, 07/10/2023 07:53 (1 Year ago) |
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Hmm... So apparently this whole fiasco did attract more attention than Daavit would've thought. Clearly Jacket Man, his new supervillain alias, thought the same, looking at the newcomers with annoyance and disgust. In the time it took for people to gather, Jacket Man had gotten within 6 feet of the now vulnerable Unicorn, who held his hands cautiously in the air. Oh no, 6 feet? That's gotta be a broken societal rule or something, wouldn't want anyone being infected with his uh... Jacket-yness? Anyways, the stand-off only got more tense, nobody fired but the fingers grew ever so tighter on the triggers and good ol' Mr. Jacket Man grew ever so closer to his prisoner. Sadly, the intruders had something to say about it before anything interesting could happen, what a shame. God the tension was suffocating, but so was that metaphorical choke-hold he was put in by his old buddy chum pals, and all the trapped dealer could do his give out a nervous chuckle as his eyes wandered. Most of these people he had never even heard of before, mostly because his little vacations to the Death Market were almost nonexistent, but there was one person he recognized. Shocking, really, considering he didn't see Andrea as the type to involve herself with something like this, at least not from what he's seen. "...Ooookaaayyyy... Happy reunion I guess? Hope you don't mind that I brought some gue-" Boom. On her way to the edge of the market, Kafka had come across a fairly large van that had definitely not been there before. It seemed to have just arrived, given how she could sense a small group on their way to their demise within the streets of that godawful place. If she had the heart, time, or cares to give, she probably would've tried to intercept them but right now, she didn't really bother. The clock was ticking anyways and it was catching up to her, whether she liked it or not. Next stop, those "storage buildings," as they would like to call it, where sellers held their merchandise prisoner to make deals outside of the market during off-hours, and essentially became their "HQ." She always hated these buildings, a little memento of her experience of simply being alive. With that hatred, she stormed into one of said buildings and began her little journey. Well, of course she didn't exactly storm in, this was more of a stealth mission for heaven's sake, but you get the point. It wouldn't be as simple as simply walking through this time, these buildings weren't available to the public and were, more often than not, pretty hidden and out of the market's sight. After her work was complete, she left without a trace and moved onto the next one. Then the next, then the next, so on and so forth. And with a final act, Kafka simply... Walked away. Walked for a few minutes, clicking her tongue to a certain rhythm along the way. Then suddenly... With a raise of her hand and a devilish smirk, she pinned her thumb and middle finger together before the final, resonating click was made. The final sound that would be heard would be the snap of her fingers, before an explosion of lights and sounds began to erupt. Small bombs began to explode, not big enough to level the market in one fell swoop, but enough to cause damage. Who knows, might even kill people in the process, not her problem though. She looked back at the rapidly collapsing market with the same smirk, watching it all go down in flames and the chaos ensue. But most of all... The pain. Hundreds of people were hit pretty bad, and my god it exhilarating for a zannie such as herself. The slow-burn torture of a single person was enough to thoroughly satisfy the hunger and thrill for pain, but hundreds? It was almost too much, honestly. That's why Kafka decided to end her own personal fun early by limiting her dopamine levels, keeping the increasingly overwhelming thrill to a tolerable amount so she'd be able to finish her job properly. And by that I mean Kafka went straight to the danger, right back into the market. (By now everyone should at least be aware of the incident, whether it be by hearing the news in some way or another or being involved with it. Trying to get everyone involved so we don't leave anyone out lol) [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Thu, 05/10/2023 05:26 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 05/10/2023 03:06 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 04/10/2023 18:11 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 04/10/2023 18:09 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 04/10/2023 06:29 (1 Year ago) |
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Today was quite the interesting day, business appeared to be booming and the crowd was equivalent to one you'd see at a concert. Without all the flashing lights, music, and festivities of course, there wasn't nearly as much enjoyment to go around here. There were probably just about as many drug deals though, which Kakfa found the comparison humorous. Sure it might not be entirely accurate, but it gave her an excuse to look at the dreadful market in a different light. Speaking of the market... Her eye caught some interesting individuals, some were even regulars she could recognize by name. Aurs, unicorns, vampires, ghouls, you name it. Even some prominent humans scattered around, probably making up most of the free walkers among this place. You were lucky to find an uncaged Unnatural around these parts, especially smart ones considering how stupid one would have to be to wander around. This place was essentially a glue trap for little rats, exactly what the humans saw them as. Kafka knew her honestly underwhelming and lazy disguise wouldn't hold forever, someone was bound to notice how odd she appeared, even if they didn't have a clue as to what her identity was. Some desperate seller calling out random passersby, and she just so happened to be one of them, was decidedly her cue to move on. Do what she came here to do. Her walk along the entirety of the market wasn't without reason after all. As a zannie, her little dance with a wonderful thing called pain made it incredibly easy to pinpoint individuals, see where the most populated areas of the market were. Everyone is always constantly in pain, even the smallest amounts of it is detected by her "sixth sense." This would be the perfect time to insert the edgy "you can't run from Kafka" line, right? After what seemed like hours, a few long, stressful, intimidating, and sweaty ones at that, there seemed to be a man who stood out among the rest. He had the unique jacket, paralyzing glare, impatient expression, and just seemed to be waiting for someone. Of course, Daavit automatically assumed this was the guy he was looking for, mostly due to his desperation for this hunt on his buyer to end. Of course, he couldn't end the journey without a slight inconvenience to tap the little scale his fragile temper rested on. An aur had ran by, he could tell just by looking at them. Nobody really cared about the species, considering they weren't on the "Dangerous Unnaturals List" and their parts sold for nearly nothing, so the encounter didn't mean much to him. Although, he had been careful and watchful this entire time, knowing that even the slightest mess-up could lead to his end. He'd seen it happen before, angry visitors getting ticked off by the slightest brush and starting a massive fight, which never ended up well considering how at least 50% of the people here had a firearm. And well... He had to admit, he was on edge from the moment he got that call. Even more so when he finally arrived at this damned market. Something didn't seem right about the details, or lack thereof, and the method of exchange was... Unorthodox, to say the least. Plus, not to admit the fact that he was one of the most highly hunted Unnaturals, and not only because he was a unicorn. He had to hand it to his species, powdered unicorn bone was highly addictive, but his nearly nonexistent morals won the battle and he decided to not become a junkie on cannibalism. At least, not for that specific drug. Actually nevermind, he valued his life too much to even take more than the recommended dose of ibuprofen and this job already gave him enough energy drinks to last a lifetime of any substance he could possibly take. Back to his paranoia. He was already a massive seller on the black market, his alias becoming one of the more well-known names floating around. He did his job and he did it well, many knew to turn to him if they ever needed anything specific or something that not many others were willing to do. He always did this in the shadows, careful about how things were handled. So being out in the open like this, completely exposed and vulnerable, was not exactly his style. Normally he would send a hire out to do the deed instead, but the buyer made sure to specifically request his presence. Again, normally he would work around this, but the way they spoke and the instructions they gave, it set him off. Sure he didn't get the entirety of the message due to his drowsiness, but he got enough to tell. He could've just turned down the deal, yes, but the caller was strangely insistent. Daavit felt like he couldn't turn it down even if he wanted to. He could almost feel the line of red pointed straight at his skull that morning, like that entire thing was a threat. Too bad it was an ungodly hour, and not even someone like him was immune to the effects of tiredness. Wait for it... And... Yeah, there ya go. It finally clicked for him, took him long enough. Worst possible place too, he was just standing in the middle of the crowd, looking like an idiot, the guy he was supposed to meet right in his line of sight. The phone call, the instructions, the voice, the circumstances... How the hell did he not notice? An embarrassing mistake to make for a highly experienced dealer like himself. No one should've been able to get his personal contact information, the buyer called directly to Daavit's personal phone. They must've known it was extremely early in the morning for him as well, making it the perfect time to catch him off guard. That voice, he had the slightest feeling that it was familiar. Sadly, his gut can't be trusted minutes upon waking up, all it will tell him is that they want food. That voice that he knew all too well, the voice that started this hell in the first place. Even if Daavit caught onto the "calling the personal phone" trick early on, losing them the element of surprise, the initial hostility he would have upon catching the trick would've woken him right up to recognize the voice from the get-go. That call would tell him that they knew who he was now, they knew where he lived, they knew his phone number. They knew he would piece it together sooner or later, and they were counting on it. In fact, speak of the devil, the man in the jacket eventually spotted him and smirked. Even through the hood, even through the mask, and even through the well hidden hellhound pup. They knew. And that smirk said it all. Daavit wasn't even sure how he didn't recognize the man, not until that dreadful smirk appeared, one that hid a thousand stories. A zannie, one he knew more than he wished to. Now, if you recall, zannies are often used by the big, bad, and scary people for a little play time. I think you can figure out the details from here. Come on, he was supposed to be better than this! For heaven's sake he knew how to keep himself alive this long, knew how to deal with the shady business, how did he even slip up now of all times? ...Come to think of it, he didn't remember ever falling asleep last night. He just remembered waking up feeling overly tired, assuming it was just the lack of sleep. Maybe he got too comfortable living his secluded, seemingly protected life and dropped his guard a bit too much. He was definitely drugged, one that worked in mysterious ways, and this was the consequence of his naivety. Well, too late to think about that now, at the moment he was a little preoccupied thinking of ways to get the hell out of here. That guy and the voice on the other end of the phone were the reasons he hated this place so much. Gotta make sure your precious little characters have an edgy backstory, ammiright? Before he knew it, the clicking of freshly loaded guns surrounded him in every direction, people once part of the crown now stood in place and locked him in. The man in the odd jacket only came closer, that same goddamn smirk plastered across his face. Daavit didn't even bother with escape, he knew his fate was sealed. Nobody in the crowd bothered to help him either, this was just a usual occurrence at a place as scummy as this. Runaway prisoners were captured, valuable Unnaturals were seized, all that sort, it was never something that the wanderers worried about. Anyone who was in danger by the situation would play it smart and sneak their way out, easily making it out safely. "Well well well, look who decided to come back for more." [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Tue, 03/10/2023 00:22 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 02/10/2023 17:40 (1 Year ago) |
 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Everyone had taken their spots on the trains, the doors had closed and it seemed as though it would begin its journey to the Capitol in just a few minutes. Nobody around to tell the tributes that though, leaving the emptiness of it all to lay down an ominous feeling. Normally, the chaperones and previous victors would've joined each tribute in their respective district, give them a lovely tour, introduce them all to everything this luxurious ride had in store. But well... If you've been paying attention, all of them were dead. Like, dead-dead. This is worth 20% of your grade, better be taking notes. So here they sat, all in silence. Most of the tributes have taken a seat in the main cab by now, probably as far away as they could from the other, and simply waited. None of the trains have moved, not a single thing was done. Actually I lied, only minutes later did the screens along the walls flicker on once again and that haunting face was shown once more. She had a gentle, welcoming smile, and it seemed as though the message that would follow would be personalized for every cab. Some later than others, but it still showed nonetheless. "Hello, tributes. I apologize for the inconveniences, but we will now be departing shortly." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mei took her seat in the far corner of the cab, glaring at the male tribute with her arms crossed as he followed behind her. Seems as though he got the message, since he took his seat in the opposite corner, obviously uneased by the whole thing. So far, he didn't look too fond of Mei, so I guess that was mission accomplished. Her eyes gazed around the room momentarily, almost expecting someone to appear out of nowhere to be in place of their chaperones, but there was no such person. Mei was almost relieved at the fact, knowing that meant she wouldn't have to deal with all the annoying nagging she always knew would come. God those make-up obsessed freaks were insufferable, she almost had a slight hint of joy upon seeing them crumble. "Hello, tributes. I apologize for the inconveniences, but we will now be departing shortly." Mei almost jumped in her seat upon hearing that voice again, out of nowhere as well. Talk about a double whammy... Instead, she only raised her head and leaned her head back to take a look at the screen, her expression seemed unamused. A scoff was let out though, followed by a rude remark that was muttered under her breath. "Pfft, apology my ass, good to hear the murder of your loyal little slaves is only just a minor 'inconvenience' to ya... Reeeeeaally reassuring, y'know?" A small, awkward silence followed, the male tribute only glaring at her like she was insane, and the woman on screen remaining unchanged. "It was done for the greater good, as I'm sure you understand, Akamatsu." "Heh, and the victors? Surely their demise was for the greater good too, hm? Won your silly little game and got played right into your next one, talk about backstabbing!" The mood seemed to shift, instead of an insulted expression on the president as one would normally expect, it was instead slightly amused. "I'm sure both you and I are aware of the situation at hand, I am only doing what is best for Panem." Mei let out a sarcastic chuckle, her tone becoming more challenging and her expression growing more amused as well. Moon was talking about the disease, wasn't she? Couldn't outright say it, couldn't show that things were going out of hand in this precious little country of hers, but those words were enough to come to a mutual understanding. "And the tributes? The Games? Wonder how we little pawns play into your big game, unless you're trying to get checkmate blindfolded..." A small laugh came from the screen, and the President's fake demeanor seemed to drop for a moment. "Just keeping up with tradition, my dear. I have to control the little brats somehow, right? Survival of the fittest and all, a simple concept really." Before Mei could comment on anything she said, Moon continued on as if that entire conversation never happened, explaining the layout of the train and the expected schedule like any chaperone would. Supposedly, there was only one train travelling between the districts this time around, and each cab supposedly had the tributes from their assigned districts. Moon said this was for "connection purposes" and "getting a little bonding time in," y'know, all that fake BS. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mar walked onto the train with his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him, his expression not looking very pleasant. Like many of the other tribute pairs, he took his place far away from Minya and decided to just leave himself closed off, make the ride less complicated. He didn't even know the frail-looking girl, he only knew the exchange she had between the Peacekeepers. He hardly paid attention to her and what he assumed to be her family at the visitation center either. Mar could see the tears drying up under her eyes as she walked in, might even still be flowing, so he decided it best to just leave her alone. Besides, building connections wasn't his style anyways, and that wasn't how he wanted to go into the games anyways. "Hello, tributes. I apologize for the inconveniences, but we will now be departing shortly." Mar didn't even bother with a reply, he automatically assumed it was all pre-recorded anyways. He didn't really care much about what Moon had to say in the first place, he honestly just wanted a nap. Before he could even close his eyes, the voice spoke once again. "I'm sure you may be a little hungry by now, I have prepared a lovely assortment of cheeses, fruits, meats, and other freshly made snacks in the cooler under the center island. Please, help yourself, it's a once in a lifetime experience after all." Maybe she was only saying that to fill the silence, or it was her way of filling in for their designated chaperone, but either way it was still plenty awkward enough. When more silence came in reply, Moon gave a sigh and continued on. She again gave the layout of the train, explaining the small details, gave the assumed schedule, all with that obviously fake, welcoming tone. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Liela looked like a zombie walking into her part of the train cab. She had to basically be dragged to a random chair in the room by the Peacekeepers, since her legs didn't seem to be moving themselves. The poor girl looked soulless, not a speck of life left in those eyes and not an ounce of a will in those bones of hers. The male tribute simply walked on by, finding a far away seat while occasionally glancing back at Liela. It was like one of those horrific scenes in a movie, it was so terrifying and repulsive that you couldn't stand to look at whatever was happening but at the same time, you couldn't take your eyes off of it. The girl didn't even bother to care, it didn't even seem like she was aware of anything going on around her in the first place. Not even like she was living in the same reality anymore. "Hello, tributes. I apologize for the inconveniences, but we will now be departing shortly." Hurts, doesn't it? Hearing that voice again, poking and prodding at your memories to ignite some little spark in that mindless head of yours. When the rest of the world laid in silence, that voice and that face on the TV screen became the megahorn. An inconvenience. An inconvenience. Was that really all this was to her? An inconvenience? Was her sister really just that insignificant to the President? She had already pretty much died for them when she went into that arena, then became one of their little puppets and this was what she got in return? The most selfless, gentle, sweet, caring, incredible human being in this s****y, pathetic, depressing world, only to be killed in one of the most painful ways possible and called an inconvenience. She did everything for Liela, she risked so much and did some of the hardest things imaginable just to make sure she was happy. But it all amounted to nothing in the end, did it? The Capitol didn't care about her, she had no family other than Liela to keep her company, and the only thing she seemingly tried to do with her life was make Liela's better. Make her happy. Make sure she was safe and had everything she could ever want. But now the little girl she so desperately wanted to keep safe was being hauled away as a tribute, a prisoner to the same hell she endured. Now the little girl she so desperately wanted to make happy had her entire world crumble right in front of her eyes. Crumble right in front of her eyes. Those words only brought back the vivid memory of seeing her sister's body become infected with the nastiest poison known to man, eating her up from the inside while making sure the mind slowly but surely went insane from the agonizing pain. Knowing this only made it worse, that poison made their victims die slowly and was meant to torture. From the untrained eye, it would appear as though the victim dies almost instantly, as soon as their paralyzed body hits the ground. But nah, only if they're lucky. You'd have to pray you hit something lethal on the way down if you knew what was best for you. But she got double the dosage, double the suffering. You could tell, couldn't you? A haunting wail was let out, followed by agonizing sobs filled with sorrow. Incomprehensible screams were heard in between, and they were all coming from Liela. She had balled herself up on the chair she sat on, pulling her knees to her chest and burrowing her head in them while she hopelessly wept. She couldn't handle it anymore, she had already broke from the horrors once, and not even her remains were given mercy. They were just being massacred for the hell of it, making sure that the broken pieces had no chance. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 02/10/2023 05:50 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 02/10/2023 05:48 (1 Year ago) |
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Sign-Ups This RP is based off the book "Not Even Bones" and the series. No canonical events take place in this RP, so don't worry about that part. You do not have to read it to understand this RP, but it will make it a whole lot easier considering how bad I am at making things comprehensible. Also, this RP is PH-13 So, today is just your regular ol', miserable day, huh? Nothing particular going on to liven up the mood, nothing to catch your interest or even take your mind off the monotony of your every day life. Sure, some may wish for such monotony instead of the hell they live in now, but it never really mattered in the end, hm? Anyways, today seems like it will be busy at one of the more well-known black market hotspots in the world, the Mercado de la Muerte along the Amazon River. Some sellers have recently caught some rare merchandise, and it's the perfect weather for the venues to open up. Although... There seems to be an odd aura hanging in the air, a sort of unrest that looms above the day... Middle of fall, not too hot for the Amazonian heat to boil you alive, but still a nice and comfortable temperature. Perfect for a nice stroll along the market, right? Gaze at all the venues, looking at all the fiery birds trapped in their cages, pink platypuses huddled together in fear, boney figures bound in chains with only a gown to their name, the clattering of coins hitting the benches as each exchange was made, the sounds filled the market with life and brought an adventurous feeling to those who wondered. Not Kafka though, for she was one of the visitors that loathed the event, not enjoying a single moment of her trek. She was simply here to observe, take notes from the shadows and go unnoticed among those too preoccupied making deals. Her cloaked figure didn't really stand out among those who also had an identity to hide, and the amount that gathered here made it fairly easy to waltz around completely unnoticed. It became a routine of hers, really. Observing, watching, waiting. Look at the blind spots, make note of regulars, pinpoint the prisoners. Kafka remained as silent as ever, seemingly walking along with no whyme or reason. It only seemed as though the pressuring aura that loomed above them all only grew with each passing minute, each footstep of hers. Waking up to an unknown phone call was not something Daavit was considering when he went to bed last night. Sure, it wasn't uncommon, but each and every time it happened it still received the same reaction from him. Wake up with a groan, slam his hand onto his phone, and answered with the most annoyed, grumbly tone there was to make sure the caller knew they woke him up from his precious sleep. It was 2 in the morning for heaven's sake! "May I ask who the hell is calling me at this hour?" He asked sternly, sitting up in his bed while using his free hand to rub his exhausted eyes. He only had the energy to half listen to whatever nonsense was coming from the man on the other end, but Daavit hopefully got enough information to make the call worthwhile. Apparently, a buyer was interested in making an exchange at the Death Market later in the day, a place Daavit wasn't exactly fond of but the payout seemed massive. Almost triple the worth of the merchandise, something he wasn't sure he could pass up. Sure, his job paid well and he was able to live comfortably with hardly any haunting experiences, but this money... Now, Daavit wasn't exactly a materialistic person, not as greedy as many others in his business were and only did what he had to. That being said, he wasn't exactly the type of person to let go of the past easily either. A man and his past are tricky things, after all. So, the call came to an end and minutes quickly passed where the possibilities and considerations floated around as ideas to piece together and form a plan. After that, all that needed to be done was him clumsily getting out of bed and getting prepared for today's little adventure. Hop in the shower, get dressed, pack some basics, and say hello to one of his lovely basement dwelling friends. This time the requested Unnatural was his newly caught hellhound puppy, a pretty rare species considering they solely roam the lands of the dead and only the idiotic traverse into the land of the living. Even rarer to find a lone pup, when it's been known for mothers to be extremely protective of their young and never let them venture into this realm. But the Unicorn had his ways, and a magician never shares their secrets. Daavit had to admit, it looked very adorable and was definitely companion material but alas, he couldn't hoard an army of his own hell dogs and live his happy little fantasy. He almost felt bad for the poor thing, but this was all part of business and he had dealt with far worse. Well... He probably hadn't reached the lowest of the low yet, taking into account his rule against having any business with children of any humanoid species, but there had definitely been some horrors. Anyways, he loaded everything up and took a lengthy flight all the way to Brazil, then traversed to the market from there. Daavit did find it odd how there weren't many specifics given, like the usual among his clients, and instead he had to assume that wandering around was his best bet for finding the deal. All he knew was that he was looking for a man wearing a particular jacket, one that was supposed to be "easy to spot" and that "he'd know when he saw it." Looking among the overcrowded streets though... It wasn't looking too promising. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sun, 01/10/2023 06:00 (1 Year ago) |
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Apologies for the delay everyone, things came up IRL and I couldn't get everything set up today, but hopefully by tomorrow I'll have the RP up and we can get started [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Sat, 30/09/2023 18:43 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 26/09/2023 19:07 (1 Year ago) |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Tue, 26/09/2023 14:53 (1 Year ago) |
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I plan on starting this RP sometime this weekend, just a heads up [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 25/09/2023 17:27 (1 Year ago) |
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RolePlay i'm comin' out of semi-retirement for this one, better not die in 2 seconds strap in bois, this is a long one This RP is based off the book "Not Even Bones" and the series. No canonical events take place in this RP, so don't worry about that part. You do not have to read it to understand this RP, but it will make it a whole lot easier considering how bad I am at making things comprehensible. Also, this RP is PH-13 You live in a world filled with Unnaturals, creatures beyond the ones you are familiar with. Some Unnaturals take the form of humans, some remain as beasts. These creatures are mass hunted and sought after like nothing before, everyone seems to be looking for them. Whether it be INHUP (International Inhuman Police) and their "Dangerous Unnaturals List", UEA (Unnatural Extermination Agenda) and their witch hunt for every Unnatural, or those on the Black Market just looking for some extra cash, nowhere is safe for Unnaturals. Captured, tortured, killed, dissected for parts, that's all these people see them as. Not very unexpectedly though, the Unnaturals have had enough. They've begun to rebel, those in captivity using the little strength they have left to break free from their cages, those living in fear and cowering in the streets have begun to take a stand, and those in power have began to abuse it. Quickly, a large underground group began to emerge at an impossible rate, taking the world back from their abusers from beyond the shadows slowly but effectively. Forces gathered against them have attempted to push back, but their methods have little effect anymore. The world now lives in a perpetual state of fear and unrest, nobody is safe anymore. Governments have been thrown out of balance, lives have been destroyed, cities have fallen, and all it can be described as is an almost apocalyptic state. There's been recent talk of one final act of defiance, one final act of revenge from the underground group known as Eiríni that will change the world forever. The impact will be devastating, and the countdown is running low. So, where do you stand in this? A regular, or perhaps harmless and free unnatural human working with INHUP or UEA, a dealer in the infamous Black Market, an Unnatural sick of being hunted and has their loyalty placed in Eiríni, or simply just a bystander in the chaos, hoping this unrest will end? Extra Info Please refer to the wiki if you require extra info than what's been given --------------------------------- Zannies
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Description A species that feeds off of the pain of others and is therefore on the Dangerous Unnaturals List created by INHUP. The pain of children nourishes them more. If a zannie does not eat for a longer period of time, they start to feel the pain they last consumed themselves. Over time this pain gets worse if they still don't eat until eventually something internally gives out from shock or stress. The condition is hereditary through recessive genes. There seems to be a concentration of zannies in Southeast Asia. Zannies can also consume emotional pain instead of physical pain but the effect is significantly less. It depends on how the person feeling the pain feels the severity. Therefore, the exact same wound inflicted on two different people can lead to different amounts of pain. Another ability zannies have is finding out how many people are in their immediate vicinity and where since everyone is in at least some pain at any moment. How to recognize Usually shivers ecstatically down the spine when they feel the pain of others and eat it. Body part usage A zannie's blood is immediate way to relieve pain or used for anesthesia. They are also highly valued in Mafias and other underground groups due to their usefulness in torture methods. Kelpies
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Description A species that typically appear to humans on the bank of lakes and oceans, sometimes rivers, as a majestic and beautiful horse. If one gets on a Kelpie, they ride into the nearest lake, drown them, and leave them to rot for 2-3 weeks before feeding. They can also shift forms to appear human-like through an illusion. INHUP does not have them on the dangerous unnaturals list despite never having found a kelpie that hasn't murdered someone. Originally the come from the Scottish Highlands and are now only found in Scotland and at the east coast of America and Canada because the need cold water. They can't reproduce with humans and are slowly going extinct. They are semi-aquatic and concerning legends they look like beautiful horses or human-like. They are described as a monster with shining black crocodile-like scales, yellow slitted and elongated dragon-like eyes without anything white in them. The nose is flat and nearly invisible. The head is long and half of it is a giant mouth. The jaw is not even remotely related to human biology and has many rows of very sharp, thin teeth, slightly yellowed and about the length of a human finger. Hundreds of them are tightly pressed together and seem to overlap each other. Kelpies have a huge mouth and can swallow hand-sized objects without chewing. Without the teeth in the way, their mouth could fit a whole human head. Kelpies don't have ears or hair. The body is thick and fully covered in smooth black scales. The spine is bumpy and starts between the eyes going over the head down the back. A kelpie has two arms and two legs, but the arms are closer on the torso in comparison to humans. To be adapted to living in water, they have gills to breathe trough as well as the mouth and nose. Additionally, they have webbing between fingers, toes, and from the arms to the body. Kelpies build their illusion out of a slimy substance which even the clothes they seem to wear are made of. How to recognize The illusion of their human form sometimes flickers. They are hard to recognize because they can willingly appear young or old, male or female with every face they want. Kelpies try to maintain a low body temperature because they melt when their body temperature gets hot or when they come in contact with hot matter. After they come in contact with a hot substance, the illusion breaks apart and the real appearance is revealed while they shed the green slimy substance their illusion is made of and loose scales. When they alter the appearance, their skin begins to ripple like waves on water. For a moment, the skin is clear, breaking the light, before taking on another appearance. Body part usage Any part of a kelpie's body is stated to be a deadly poison. Other possible usages are unknown; there has never been a kelpie dissection in all of history. Unicorns
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Description The species presumably consists of solely men. Unicorns eat the souls of their victims through skin-to-skin contact and are therefore on the Dangerous Unnaturals List created by INHUP. If a soul is too established in the body, it needs to be destabilized before a unicorn can consume it (you can use your imagination in ways a Unicorn can "destabilize" a soul). The condition of being a unicorn is named "unicornism" and is proven to be hereditary through recessive genes. Unicorns live in western Europe. After a unicorn attack, the victims are missing their irises. How to recognize Through the path of victims they leave behind; the victim of a unicorn possesses no irises since unicorns consume souls and the eyes are considered the windows of the soul. An iris-less body signifies a unicorn attack. Body part usage Powdered unicorn bone serves as a drug that can get you addicted faster and more effectively than Pink Dolphin / Boto
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Description Pink dolphins can pigment their skin based on what they eat, like flamingos and life in the Amazon River. They can turn into a pink dolphin when in the water. It is hard for them to remain in their human appearance when in contact with water. There are some unproven myths about them. How to recognize Pinkish-grey pigmented skin, and pink hair when on a diet consistent of shrimp. Body part usage If you look at someone through their eyes, it was believed to make someone fall in love with you instantly. The eyes are capable of causing nightmares if the Boto is alive. Ghouls
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Description Ghouls feed off fresh human bodies. The condition is hereditary. There was a case where a family of Ghouls lived off fresh corpses without killing anyone. Because of this one case in the media, they are publicly tolerated. The originated in the Middle east and are one of the oldest recorded species. In ancient Sumerian texts they are called "gallu". How to recognize They look completely normal on the outside but have small and sharp teeth. To cover this up, most of them wear fake teeth. Body part usage Their body parts do nothing. Aurs
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Description Aurs are bioluminescent people, that can let their whole body shine like a lightbulb. They are not harmful and one of the most common unnaturals. They are not rare or hard to find. How to recognize They glow because of their bioluminescence, but this is not recognizable if they don´t shine at the moment. Body part usage Their blood is considered to be an aphrodisiac. Pieces of them would be possible to buy or sell on the black market. Unknown
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Description There is an unnamed and rare species that can actively control their body functions. They can only alter their bodies with aspects they can do on their own. Therefore, both can control the production of myostatin—a chemical which inhibits muscle growth—and attain nearly superhuman strength but are unable to change their face or regrow body parts. It is mentioned that they can increase or decrease specific chemicals and hormones in their own body, increase growth of harmed parts of the body, shut of the reception of pain, and heal faster. There are very few individuals known with this ability, so it is likely that less than 10 exist, all assumably from the same bloodline. How to recognize Unknown Body part usage Due to their rarity, nothing is known about this species. Some speculate that eating their skin will grant immortality. Vampires
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Description If following classical folklore, then vampires most likely feed off of blood. They live in eastern Europe, are fast and strong and have a lifespan of 700 years. The older the vampire, the weaker but the more experienced. The condition is to some extent hereditary. Young Vampires are abnormally strong so it is considered suicide in some parts of the world to try and take one on. They can also freely walk in the sun but to older a Vampire gets the weaker they get and the more harming it is for them to walk in the sun or lamps flashing UV-rays. After 700 years the Vampire become close to crippled, unable to move or feed themselves. They like to head groups of organized crime. The most dangerous time for others in the life of a Vampire is between the age of 100 to 300 years. How to recognize Baby vampires look normal, but as they get older they develop abnormal white streaks in their hair. The amount of this white streaks enables one to guess their age. These streaks are undyeable, because the dye does not stick to the hair. Body part usage Their blood or body parts once drunken or eaten by others (naturals or unnaturals) gives the consumer some sort of immortality. Kappas
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Description Their name means river children. They are small humanoids resembling turtles or amphibians with scales and which eat internal organs of humans. Organs of other mammals should also be possible, but they are publicly despised. The condition is hereditary. How to recognize They have bald spots and resemble turtles and amphibians. Body part usage Their organs are a powerful and deadly poison and their saliva contains a chemical that liquefies internal organs. Dacts
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Description Small, fluffy balls of adorableness people kept as pets. They are totally harmless. How to recognize They resemble a platypus with rose fur and a white pattern on their cheek. Body part usage Their fur is commonly sold on the Black Market Banniks
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Description Banniks are as dangerous as any human. They live in eastern European, and are called bathhouse spirits, because they love it warm. People think they could predict the future, but they were simply excellent observers and had a perfect memory. How to recognize Their black fingernails, which grow curved and pointed. Most keep them cut short and painted. Body part usage None Nagas
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Description They live in India and are half snake. How to recognize Half of the body is that of a snake. Body part usage The venom is sold for a high price online. Mermaids/Ningyos
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Description Mermaids drown people. You can use your imagination for the rest. How to recognize Some of them have eight tentacles instead of tails. Body part usage People say that eating their flesh grants immortality. Phoenix
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Description Use your imagination. How to recognize They're literally fiery birds. Body part usage Their tail feathers get sold in bundles on the market. They have exotic colors and look soft. Show
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Description A Pishtaco is a fat-eating unnatural. How to recognize Unknown Body part usage They are commonly used for body-shaping. Please contact me if you'd like to use a creature from mythology that is not listed here. Rules Show
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1. PH rules apply.
2. Please do not try to control other characters or make yours overpowered. 3. Please try to be diverse with your characters, I don't want every character to be a Zannie or a Vampire or whatever. I'd say my limit is 2 of each species total, so if there are already 2 Botos, please chose another species for your character. 4. Try to stick to the plot, and if you have any questions please ask me. 5. This RP will be Semi-Lit to Lit, meaning I require paragraph formed posts and at least 3-5 sentences per post. If I have not roleplayed with you before, I may request an example of your work. 6. I would prefer if your sign-up form was made upon posting in this thread, as reservations are harder to keep track of. I will be lenient, but please intend on finishing your form a day or two after making the reservation. 7. I'm probably forgetting a lot of very important rules, so please do not abuse any rules that have not been stated. The password is any bolded word in this post, and please delete any unnecessary information (info I've put in parenthesis) in your form. Forms Show
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Username - Daiko
Character name - Kafka Maevrik Age - ??? (appears to be in her mid 20s) Gender / Sexuality - Female, N/A Species - Zannie, Unknown Appearance - Picrew Kafka never seems to have just appearance, she seems to take on many looks like they're outfits in a wardrobe, leaving little to no footprint as to who she is. Normally though, she consistently keeps hair as dark as midnight and eyes that resemble blood, seemingly growing thicker with every soul her hands lay to rest. Her skin tone also remains the same, a nice, light golden-brown that leaves no trace of the blood coating her hands. Kafka has an intimidating aura lingering around her, following in her past like the ghosts chained to her soul, enough to make any unsuspecting victim in her presence filled with unease and paranoia. Occupation - ???, commonly seen at black market hotspots and the infamous Mercado de la Muerte or the "Death Market" though Personality - Cold, harsh, and calculating. Sure, those 3 words are heavily overdone for a mysterious villainess like her, but none can deny that's what she really is. Kafka keeps a low profile, rarely making herself known to the public and works in the shadows. She is known as a force to be reckoned with, ruthless in every way, cold-blooded and stone-hearted. She shows no empathy or even a second thought about others, no matter who or what they are. Not much is known about her in the first place, so the rest is TBRPD Backstory - :) Password - :) Other - Purposely mysterious :) Also has a pet blue phoenix, a rarer species of the phoenix Show
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Username - Daiko
Character name - Daavit Salvone Age - 19 Gender / Sexuality - Male, Bi. Species - Unicorn, and yes, they are human in this universe Appearance - Picrew Daavit is quite the charmer, tall with an excellent build and absolutely stunning features, seemingly perfect white hair with magenta eyes that shine like a gemstone. Small, star-like freckles are scattered across his fair-skinned cheek. He wears a simple white v-neck with an open, light-grey jacket and ripped light blue jeans, fairly common attire but it works. Occupation - UEA, captures and sells Unnaturals for profit, keeps his identity hidden. Goes by the name "Scylla" to his buyers. Personality - Charming, charismatic, and quite the optimistic sweetheart that loves to mess around with others. Daavit loves to crack a joke and liven up the mood with anything he's got, and seemingly doesn't do well in serious situations. In reality, he can be serious and adapt fairly easily when need be, he just... chooses not to. His good looks and undeniable charm has him quite popular with most people he meets, but the looming truth of who he really is leaves him hesitant to grow too close. He likes to leave things at acquaintances, connections, someone to call for a good laugh, nothing more and nothing less. You'd think he'd be the exact opposite, given the nature of his existence, but he's one of those edgy bastards who is just "built different" and "not like other unicorns", whatever that means. Even through his light-hearted and "too good for this world" personality, he can be a real pain in the butt when he wants to be. Emotionless, manipulative, snappy, vicious, all the horrors one would expect from someone who works in the Black Marketing business. Daavit has the ability to flip like a light switch, although it's obvious it takes a toll on him. He never seems to be satisfied with himself, a lifetime of regrets and guilt only seems to grow and grow with each passing day. Backstory - Too lazy, TBRPD Password - :) Other - heh [Read more] |