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32 days RP continued!
I am currently writing a book on this, and it hasn’t really gotten past the prologue. Maybe you can help me, and we can all write on this together! I know I started this a really long time ago, and I’m hoping to bring it back! Since there isn’t really that many RPS that aren’t dieing, I feel as if Inktail is dieing. I’m bringing back a lot of recently dead RPs that I and others have made, as to get more people interested in Inktel again. Have fun with this guys!
Its 2020 (my graduation year LOL). The world is in a technology crises, they've been using flying cars, jetpacks, phones chips, computers, for more than 10 years. Now they have gotten word that they have ran out of gassolean, gold, and all the needed metals to make our technology age.
But now we are out. No one remembers how to write, math, read, or anything they needed to survive.
Then word got out that every million years there is an extra day in July, sort of like how there is one more day in February every leap year.
And on this day, some believe that the children boren will have Powers beyond belief, with ability to save the human race.....
Or destroy it.
14 years have past. There are no documented children born on 2020, July 32. No documented children.
Your classmates think you're strange. Useless. Boren a day before special. Atleast, thats what your mother's tells you. 31st. No sooner and definitely no later.
But is what she says true?
You've been experiencing strange things. Maybe your friend walked right past you while calling your name. Maybe you floated a few feet off the ground once. Maybe you made a chemical reaction in chemistry once that made a metal needed for flying cars. Or maybe you looked in the mirror one day and had ears growing from your head.
The technology crisis is getting worse. and your mother finally decides to tell you who you are.
Charrie sheet:
Name: should be a little extra normal or extraordinarily different
Age: you should all be 14
Appearance: you should all have a strange facture ex: golden hair, cat like eyes, frosty skin, sharp nails, bright green eyes....
Personality:
What you think your power is: (it can change)
Where you live: everyone must live in Colorado. Where doesn’t matter
Other:
My charrie:
Name: UltimoFe (it means last hope, or last faith)
Age: 14
Appearance: Long feathery blond hair with tips of bright gold. Large teal-green eyes with a pattern much like a gemstone. Tan skin. Long eyelashes. Red lips and always wearing makeup.
Personality: Popular, extravagant but not a drama queen. Thinks drama queens are just big brats. Shy when she meets new people but very talkative when she warms up to them. Bold. Think the phrase; ‘if your friends were to jump off a bridge, would you follow?’ She would be the friend that jumped off the bridge.
What you think your power is: she has run very fast before, thought that a certain jump was very long, to long. Made a type of weird sand in chemistry before, and thought that she had ears on her hair one morning. (But it could be a bad hair day). So she really doesn't know.
Lives: In the mountains of Colorado
Other: plays on a rugby team in her high school (SHS, Scorching High school. Mascot is a white dragon. Colors are gold, teal, and white)
We can start when we have five or more people. You can still join after. But you have to make it that your moms decided to just tell you, and you must catch up with the group. Also if you know you can't participate for long DON'T JOIN.
Have fun guys!!!!
One last plot add on:
A man named Dagger has found you with a bunch of other girls/boys. You all must go to Colorado Springs, the home of the Air Force base. There, Dagger’s daughter is imprisoned, also boren on the 32. You think she is extremely powerful and has powers beyond all of yours. But of course, none of you know your powers yet. He didn’t talk much of her, but you believe her name is Wiara.
But here is what he did tell you:
The Government are the bad guys. They may have some of your own by now, teaching them to kill and destroy you. To stop you. He said that we alone can stop the president from going to war with the world, and causing WWIII. He has already made Civil War II, though no one knows of it. The bombings, the ‘Russians’ taking your loved ones, taking your things, that’s his army. And he doesn’t plan to let the public know this.
This was his plan all along. He knew that we were going into a metal loss when he was elected. An when we lost everything, he planned to devour America. Then the world. It’s up to you to stop him.
submitted by Claaws
(December 10, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
(December 10, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
Oh, it's fine! I sometimes get writers block, also. ;)
(January 29, 2017 - 12:14 am)
Alright, so quick summary...
Everyone is recruted from wherever they were, a girl, medal-bender, dies from an old grenade explotion, we are currently on our way to the goverment's Colorado Spring's base, where Dagger's (the guy who recruted us) daughter, who is also a special, is being held captive. Rose will also be captured a little ways from the base, but that hasn't happened yet. A storm came in and everyone was avacuated to a near-by cave (or should it be an old abandoned hut?) and we're currently staying there to wait the storm out.
Meanwhile, the boys at the goverment have tryed, and failed, to get Waria (Dagger's daughter) to spill something about where the other specials are. DUN DUN DUN!
Also, maybe you could make a boy charrie, also? We have like, two of those.
(January 30, 2017 - 9:57 pm)
Trying to top this!
(January 31, 2017 - 10:08 pm)
Alright, thanks Claaws! This was going to be a topping post, but I sort of got carried away... so, enjoy!
Celaena~
I crouch in the back of the cave, away from everyone else. Before Dagger came to get me, I had been having random manifestations of my Special powers. Every time I get uspet, it seems, I accidentally destroy everything around me with flames. I don't have any control over this power. And it terrifies me.
So, I do not trust myself to become close to anyone. Although, the twin girls-- Lyria and Falia, I believe they are called-- seem to be very interesting. They stick close together, but don't seem at al seperate from the group. As if being apart hurts them.
Then there is the girl that got hurt. She seems to be healing fairly quickly. Faster than normal humans should be able to heal. Is there someone here with healing powers? It's quite possible.
Over the past few days, we've kept a steady pace towards the Colorado Springs base, which, according to the metal bender, is about three more days worth of travelling, as soon as this storm lets up. The information I've been given about everything is so overwhelming that I'm surprised I haven't exploded yet.
When we decide to sleep, the silence of the storm covers us like a blanket. It's almost stifling, except for the fact that my thoughts seem to be mafnified in the quiet. So I jump when someone says, "I can't sleep. It's too quiet," after a few moments.
I'm not sure who it is, but I answer softly, "Is there anything that might help you sleep?"
The voice doesn't return for a few heartbeats, and I worry that I've offended them. "Yes. My mother used to sing to me. Old songs, from when there were castles, and knights, and royalty, and people believed in dragons," they finally say.
I take a sharp breath. The songs of the olden times always scared me in their raw beauty. But at the same time, they would mystify me as a child, so I memorized quite a few of them.
"I know some," I tell them after a minute.
Then, I begin singing, softly at first, but gaining stength as the emotions of the piece overtake me.
An ancient rule
From long ago
A kindred kin
From legends old
With eyes of turquoise
Ringed with gold
And souls of magic
Bright and bold
Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my people's souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Brannon's heir
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out father, oh, stand by and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side
And if we should die tonight
Then we should all die together
Raise a glass of wine for the last time
Calling out father, oh
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn auburn over
The mountain side
Desolation comes upon the sky
Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me
Oh, should my people fall in
Surely I'll do the same
Confined in mountain halls
We got too close to the flame
Calling out father
Hold fast and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side
Desolation comes upon the sky
Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
And I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me
And if the night is burning
I will cover my eyes
For if the dark returns then
My brothers will die
And as the sky is falling down
It crashed into this lonely town
And with that shadow upon the ground
I hear my people screaming out
Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
And I see fire
Blood in the breeze
I see fire (Oh you know I saw a city burning) (fire)
And I see fire (Feel the heat upon my skin, yeah) (fire)
And I see fire (Uh-uh-uh-uh) (fire)
And I see fire burn auburn on the mountain side
When I finish, a strange stillness has enveloped the cave. I notice that there are tears on my face and realize how much I miss my home in the mountains. I miss what my family was, before the forest fire that killed Rowan. Most of all, I miss Chaol. My friend. And now my enemy. He's been whisked away by the government, against his will. But it was either that or death for him, so he went without complaint. From what I've heard over the years, he's risen in the ranks. And he's now the Captain of the Guard. I don't know if I'll be able to recognize what he's become, if I ever see him again. That, above all else, is what hurts me the most.
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I give credit to Ed Sheeran for 98% the song. He sang it in The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug.
(February 1, 2017 - 10:34 am)
Thank you thank you thank you thank you for posting! I loved the reference to Ed Sheeran's song. (I have to say, I love that song lol.) I will try to post soon. Everyone else who hasn't posted yet, please post!!
(February 2, 2017 - 10:42 am)
Just a little disclaimer, my charrie is not a spectacular singer. She enjoys singing the olden songs, but this song is sung in more of a haunted, sort of broken kind of voice. As she sings, she is thinking about Chaol and her powers (since they are fire powers).
(February 2, 2017 - 4:15 pm)
Also, the medal bender died from the wounds of the grenade explosion, if you got that confused with someone else. So maybe Ember's charried could say the dialogue the medal bender said? Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POSTING!
(February 2, 2017 - 6:19 pm)
Oh, sorry! You guys can decide yourself who said those words, then. :)
(February 2, 2017 - 9:23 pm)
(February 3, 2017 - 9:06 pm)
~UltimoFe
I didn't know what that song was supost to mean. But I felt something shift in the air. I felt the eyes of so many kids, most of whom had seen more then one death happen before their eyes, shift downwards. I felt the fealings in the air. I felt the sadness in their air, the wish and hope to go back...to go back when we were all...human.
No, I could actually feal the emotions in the air. I could smell them. They were like burrning embers
in the heart of a blizzard. So disstinct. I could tell what each individual wished for. The girl who just sang had a sort of longing sadness. Her's was stronger then the rest, for something had been taken from her, and the she had a mix of hopefullness that helped me realized whatever was teken from her, whatever she lost, was still out there. Alive, in another term.
That's when I realized, this sence wasn't normal. I had never felt this before. Should I tell someone I know my power? Should I let everyone know?
But suddenly a coolness settled on the air, a calming sence that left me longing for a more excited and loud tone of emotion. I shivered as the blizzard set in. Thundered blasted overhead, and the girls who had been close to sleep gasped and shuffled. A flicker of fear rose in the air. It slowly faded, lingering in a monotone in place of the calm. More cold wind burst into our cave, scrapping the ceiling with frozen shards of ice. We huddled closer together, the horses reiling and retreating to the back of the cave, huddlined in their own circle.
Thunder crackled again, and now numberous people were shivering, me included. "Do-does any-o-one kno-ow how-w to-o m-make f-fire?" Someone asked between chattering teeth.
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Sorry guys, got to go! Anyone can ask that question, maybe Ember's charrie, if you're alright with talking instead of the metal bender in what Kestral wrote?
Also, my charrie's power is to sence emotions. I might do something little also, like she can create a sand-like metal or read without knowing the words. Idk.
(February 3, 2017 - 11:48 pm)
Celaena~
After a few heartbeats of the strange stillness, thunder cracks and the spell is broken. An icy wind whips in from the cave opening, and we all huddle closer.
"Do-does any-o-one kno-ow how-w to-o m-make f-fire?" someone to my left asks.
I keep my mouth shut but summon a small flame with half a thought. No movement. No noise. Just that small flame which I can command with my mind.
Several people jump back. Those that don't have the energy to jump, simply shift away from it uncomfortably. Though the flame is small, it shines a blue-ish green with intense heat. It is more than enough to begin to thaw my frozen fingers.
I see distrust on people's faces. They do not know who summoned the new source of warmth, so therefore they do not trust it. A mantra that the government has enforced for so long --- Trust only what you can touch --- arises to the front of my mind. I guess it takes more time than I thought to stop thinking like the government wants us to think.
"Alright, who is it?" someone finally snaps.
I stay silent. I do not wish to bring more attention to myself than I already have.
"Could it be Wildfire?" another person says. It takes all of my self-control not to jump at the use of the name which I told everyone. I do not trust them enough to give them my true name.
One person, I believe their name is UltimoFe, replies, "It makes the most sense, in my opinion.
Then he (she? I don't remember, sorry!) looks directly at me, "Is that your fire?"
My eyes harden, but I respond, "Yes. I would consider yourselves lucky and not pry so much, though. I do not have as much control as you think."
UltimoFe nods as everyone else begins to lay down close to the fire, attempting to sleep again.
I stay awake long after everyone else is gone, but when I do sleep, my dreams are filled with memories.
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Please post, someone!!! We need the rest of our charries to come back!
(February 4, 2017 - 4:42 pm)
(February 4, 2017 - 8:30 pm)
uper sorry for not posting!! Thanks Kestrel and Claaws for posting!
Lora-
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A large gust of wind woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, looking out of the cave. It was still dark. The fire that Wildfire made earlier lights up the cave a bit. Looking around, I notice that everyone else is asleep. So, I do what I do best, meditate. I tend to do it whenever I'm scared or nervous. It helps me feel close to my mom. After a few minutes, I give up and just stare at the walls. Then I notice one of the other girls sitting up. She looks around and notices I'm awake too.
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked.
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The girl can be anyone, btw. Sorry this isn't that long, I'll post more when I have the time.
(February 4, 2017 - 9:01 pm)
Weeler says imgz. Images? What images??
(February 5, 2017 - 4:43 pm)
Hey Ember, maybe you could post as Zako soon? And Kestral, are you gonna RP the boy you mentioned in your writing?
~UltimoFe
"Couldn't sleep?" She asked, probably just noticing.
No, I couldn't sleep at all, all these new emotions were stressfull. I could practically know what someone was dreaming about just by sencing their emotions. All were so sad, so tensful, I knew that some of these, all of these, kids had lost a lot to the government, but I had refused to belive any of their pasts could have been worse then mine. But now that I was fealing all these emotions...and I realized just how much the government needed to pay. "It's the storm..." I lied. "It gives me tarrible migrains."
"Oh," she nodded, clearling not knowing what a migrain is, because if I did have one I would be in more pain then this.
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You continue, Ember! I don't know what your charrie would say after this....and I don't want to control her too much. Also this is all I have time to write right now.
(February 6, 2017 - 9:59 pm)