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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)
Fleetfoot says 'emuu' Has she been to Australia recently? I'm pretty sure emus live there...
(February 16, 2017 - 8:17 am)
Its fine, Ember! I would post though I don't really know where to pick off from what Impunity wrote...maybe Kestrel wants to be that person? It would be really ironic....and funny....being the darker charrie and all....
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(February 22, 2017 - 11:12 pm)
No...don't die my beautiful thread....*crys*
~UltimoFe (last faith)
I was staring out into the storm, just now realizing the array of colors withen the twirling mass, reflecting off the not-visible sun, when I was startled by a yell, and jumped up emidiatly.
"OW! WHAT IS THIS STUFF!" The yell said, and I saw Rose's eyes flash open, the girl next to her had yelled, the fire-bender girl.
She was shaking her hand as if it were on fire, which, if it was, she wouldn't be in any pain.
That's when I saw the liquid that had pooled around Rose's hand and arm next to the girl. It almost sizzled on the earth, and I gasped as I felt both the emotions of fear and anger from the two girls.
"I'm really sorry," Rose begain, standing up. "It happens sometimes! Here, this will help." As I watched she put one hand on each side of the girl's hand and concentrated. The girl paused, not knowing what to do or expect, her air of blending in gone. Slowly the liquid that was on her hands leaked off of the skin and through Rose's fingers. Everyone watched in amazment. "Now it won't keep burning." Rose stanted accompleshedly. "But still, do we have a base of some sort? Base meaning...not an acid."
All was silent.
"I'll....take that as a no. I'm really sorry! Rinsing might help---" she glanced at the storm outside. "...Or dipping your hand in snow." She looked guiltly at the rest of the liquid-acid pooled at her feet and added, "I should take care of the rest of it."
Slowly all of the acid floated into the air, and fire-bending girl backed off a bit. It came towards Rose, but instead of huting her, she caught it. When she opened her hands again it was gone.
That's when I realized Dagger was gone. Fire girl had a far-away look in her eyes, as if reflecting on what just happened and whether she should respect these people or not. "Guys...?" I started. Daggers horse was also gone from the back of the cave. "Where's Dagger?"
In the moments that followed, some of us looked around, then darted to the white snow that was slowly piling up and spilling in at the mouth of the cave, and checked for hoove-prints. I was awake almost all night, and I didn't even sence any irugular emotions from him.
Where could he have gone?
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(February 28, 2017 - 8:17 pm)
I'm so so sooooo sorry I haven't posted!!! I've been sick and I forgot, and... Yea I'm just going to stop myself there. Again, I am so sorry! I shall try to post super soon!
(February 28, 2017 - 8:25 pm)
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(February 28, 2017 - 9:38 pm)
Celaena~
I am dragged from the depths of sleep by a rather uncomfortable feeling in my right hand. It sharpens into absolute pain once I am fully conscious and I can't help but shout, "OW! WHAT IS THIS STUFF?!"
At some point, I must have realised that there was a strange smelling liquid pooling around my fingers that seemed to be coming from the shy girl, whom I believe is called Rose.
As the girl's eyes pop open and widen in surprise, I nearly laugh if it weren't for the searing pain as my hand sizzles. This must be what getting burnt feels like, or at least something similar to it. I begin shaking my hand in an attempt to get the stuff off of me. I hiss, because movement hurts like the god Hellas himself.
"I'm really sorry," Rose begins, standing up quickly, "It happens sometimes! Here, this will help." As I watch she puts one hand on each side of my hand and concentrates. It takes quite a bit of willpower for me to shrink away from human touch, but I stay still.
"Now it won't keep burning," Rose stated accomplished. "But still, do we have a base of some sort? Base meaning...not an acid."
Indeed the burning sensation had lessened. No one replied to Rose's question and I feel a twinge of pity as she begins rambling," "I'll....take that as a no. I'm really sorry! Rinsing might help...Or dipping your hand in snow."
"Guys...?" UltimoFe starts, "Where's Dagger?"
I glance around, slightly offended at Dagger for leaving.
"He'll be back soon enough," I tell the boy after a couple of minutes of everyone looking around.
I slide to my feet and swagger over the the edge of the cave, unceremoniously plunging my hand deep into the snow. The feeling of burning cools to a faint simmer and I sigh in relief, breathing a thanks to the gods above for the snow.
"I sense water somewhere to the east of here," I announce to no one in particular. "I'm going to go collect some of it, since we're running low."
Without waiting for a response, I put up a wall of invisible fire around myself and step into the blizzard.
Having fire is definitely helpful in the snow as I burn a path into the ground. I make sure to melt enough snow that my path can't be covered up as I walk. I find the water source fairly quickly: a small brook that I'm shocked hasn't frozen over yet and fill as many people's canteens as I can carry. Briefly, I wonder if they even noticed that I took their water containers.
After I drunk my fill from the brook itself, I head back to the cave.
When I arrive, my heart misses a beat at what I see.
(March 1, 2017 - 5:41 pm)
I'll continue! Do either of you guys want to post as your other charries? And if everyone else except Nighthawk, Kestrel, Impunity Jane, and I have left, should we start RPing their charries also, or just keep them as background charries?
Oh and @Kestrel, for future referance, the snow god is Huler (or Uler don't know how to spell it) and you can just make water by heating snow up, or you can just drink the snow. It's just frozen water.
UltimoFe~~~
After Fire-bending girl left to get water, strange things started happening. Rose kept quiet to the back, silently touching her hands. The rest kept to themselves, stroking and feeding their horses or eating the very little food that we had.
Suddenly Dagger came bursting in, gasping. He carried a dead elk on his horse's back, who was struggling at the weight. He had a shinny silver knife in his back pocket that was stained with blood. "I got food." He anounced. "Leave the rest of the old ration for the horses, they won't eat the meet."
"Why can't we eat at a supermarket?" Someone askes. "Or a local farmers market?"
"If any of you want to get caught." He growled. "Or if someone managed to carry around some extra cash, we can make the 5 mile streak back to a town."
When no one responded, he threw the elk on the ground, and the fire-bending girl walked in right as it layed still. She gasped, and Dagger quickly explained before she could compleatly freak out."We'll eat and then set back out. Celaena, will you light the fire so we can cook it?" She nodded and strode over to light the fire.
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After the most satisfieing breckfest that I've ever had in my life, we set off in the midst of the blizzard, which had died down considerably since it started. "We have another day or so of travling." Dagger anounced, the remaining meet in a bag strapped to the back of his horse, Obsidain.
By now the bare back of the horse had started rubbing the insides of my legs, causing a small rash. I winced ever time she took a step, and could sence from the uncomfortible emotions around me that the others had the same problum. And on top of that, my fingers and toes started becoming numb, and the cool frost pinched my face with brutal wind. The long coat of my horse protected it mostly from the wind, but I could sence from jumbled emotions coming from the horse that is was distraught.
"Dagger, can we stop soon?" I called. "I can tell everyone needs a rest."
His horse stopped, its long black main buffeting in the wind as it stared fowards. "There's an abondonded cabain ahaid. We can stop and rest untill noon."
(March 4, 2017 - 9:55 pm)
*beat starts playing, starts free-hip-hop dancing*
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