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Welcome to /RP/!

Hello there and welcome to the roleplaying board! Here, there be monsters and heroes, demons and heroines, love, adventure, and, of course, ponies of all manner and kind! But before you sink yourself into the world of imagination, please take the time to read a little bit about how the board works and how to join in on the fun!

Table of Contents!

A few tips on how to get into this community!
A brief list to read and follow.
A little advice on what to do if you're experiencing a problem.
Various resources available to enhance your /RP/ experience.
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40400980 No. 40400980 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Planned #Canon: 6A #Adventure #Chill #Dark #Violence #FiM-only #Semi-serious #221772311822

It began, as so many things do, with an ending.


Not even six months after his appointment, Magister-of-Defense Steelhoof Winterscar has been found dead in the headquarters of the Winter Soldier corporation, which he owned and operated. The body was discovered following a brief exchange of gunfire between the headquarters' garrison and an unidentified group of armed ponies—an exchange which left many of the base's defenders dead or incapacitated. It is unknown at this time whether this was a coup, a terrorist action, or an enterprising group of "Operators"; but during the firefight, over two hundred thousand bits were appropriated from the company's vault. In the wake of the incident, Burlap Sachs—the company's acting treasurer—filed for temporary chapter seventeen bankruptcy. It is unknown as of this writing who is slated to be the new Magister, but we here at the Tribune expect the Senate Superior to make their announcement within a week...

This is Canterlot; and with just a single bullet, you can change the world. The brita; Winter that gripped the city mere weeks ago has given way to Spring; and for the first time in months, you can hear birdsong, and feel the warmth of sunshine against your skin. The grass is beginning to come up, ripe and meant for the tasting; and the trees, with all their deliberate sloth, are beginning to flower. The birds and beasts of the world—sapient or otherwise—are taking on energy: the world that was asleep for so long is starting to wake up.

Of course, as idyllic as this pictu
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Somewhere at the edge of his hearing there was a faint rumbling noise. He was far too lost in his reverie to pay it much mind, but then there was the much harder to ignore sensation of a hoof prodding his flank. Rising to attention instantly, his neck twisted around hurriedly to blink down at the mare beside him, and he was about to ask her what she required when she helpfully explained a second later.

Farasi looked briefly startled at that, as if he had forgotten ponies required food on a semi-frequent basis, but swiftly nodded shortly, his brow furrowed in thought. Now that she mentioned it, he was a touch hungry as well; getting a new eye -- squeee -- was something of an energy-consuming process. Pursing his lips into a contemplative line, he set about puzzling out where exactly food could be procured, running through his inadequate mental map of the area.

"... Right. Right, yeah. Same here, really," he started walking again as he spoke, dragging Eska along with him by way of the leg around her, though he was going at a distinctly lackadaisical pace. "Let's see... last time I checked, there was some hay around here. That should do."

"I mean, sure, it's hay, but... Well, that's the cons of living away from a stupidly overpopulated city," he allowed with a short, restrained snicker. The hay was still vivid in his memory mainly due to the fact that they hadn't really gotten a chance to eat it -- or at least, he hadn't -- on account of Sam's abrupt disappearance. Which led directly to Frost's disappearance, which led to him taking a claw to the face.

Dismissing the memory with a flick of the head, he put a smile back on his face and kept walking along at an easy, pleasant strolling pace. No need to dwell on it now, not on such a nice day.
>> No. 40433736
Catching the way her eyes turned to agony, Sam was ready to back off for a moment. He didn't really want to hurt her, and thus his strikes were precise, he planned to go for places that whilst they would hurt and be debilitating, they wouldn't bruise, they wouldn't break flesh. As he couldn't bare ot see her bleeding from his hoof. A smile came to his face however as he saw she was ready to make the attack on her own. Backing up he kept his sword half drawn but when she began to get close, he muttered.

"Crescent swing."

Turning towards the blade as she rushed at him his blade flashed out, hitting along the flat with enough force to knock it off kilter, using the momentum of his swing to turn him around and bring it down hard across her back, or at least aim for it, how this went was all up to her reaction times
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Feeling the tug of his leg pulling her along, it was almost as if she saw The Point fly right by his head, so close yet not quite there. Funniest thing about it was that he thought he did have The Point, even though he hadn't at all and it was boldly staring him in the face. He just needed to look up a little bit.
With a dismissive shake of her head, she spoke cautiously, steering the tangent back on track.
"Hay seems a bit boring, don't you think? We should have something a bit more exciting."
Gently she veered him away, pulling on their connection, and into the verdant greenery.
"There's a whole forest, right there. All... Fresh, and stuff. I mean didn't they in the olden days eat straight from the branches?"

"Maybe we could even find some buttercups, or pulsatilla. They don't taste too bad, I've read."
Eyes were deadlocked forward, but with the topic of flowers it was impossible not to smirk.
"Perhaps even an orchid, or two."

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40426605 No. 40426605 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Series: The Iron Scourge #Adventure #Crossover #Dark #Violence #General #Serious #Semi-serious

Please allow me to introduce myself.

All is calm in the slums of Canterlot, but the tension rises like smoke from a devastating flame. The Gemini V has launched, and with it, the wide arsenal of the planet. Nuclear weaponry and ballistic missiles collided with satellite relays and space stations alike, plunging Equestria and its many neighboring nations into a catastrophic blackout, and leaving the Gemini all but alone in orbit, a silent sentinel in the starlit skies.

Worse still, before the thrusters of the rocket had even cooled, and before the shockwave had settled, an order has reportedly been given for an Equestrian Navy fleet to bombard the coast of a hotly contested territory between Kliberia and Novaria. Such an act would doubtlessly tear apart the uneasy peace that has fallen over the earth in light of what many are calling "The day the planet shook," and set all military eyes upon Equestria. The fleet is not responding to belay orders nor has any air traffic been reported around the ship, leaving the world holding its breath as the ship to set the world on fire marches inexorably through the icy Northern seas.

How do you stop World War Three?

Why, with a judicious application of bureaucracy, of course.

> Who are you, and why are you here?
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> There is a moment of absolute silence. The calm before the storm. In this moment of adrenaline and fright, time seems to stand still before you, loose objects hovering solidly in place, and every blinking red warning light turning solid, consistent crimson...

> And all at once, the lights go out, sweat beads your brow, and a sound as destructive and forceful as a heavy battleship firing all its main cannons simultaneously within spitting distance of you absolutely flattens your eardrums. In the cacophony of noise, the force of impact slams you mercilessly towards the ground, and had you not been bracing yourself against something, you would have most assuredly been critically injured. Even as it stands, you are wounded, albeit not lethally - those levers and dials break right off as your body weight smashes into the console, earning you countless bruises, what feels like a few cracked ribs, one possibly splintered, blood speckling your face as your head lurches down and smashes itself against the cool, metal surface of the console, and one dislocated shoulder.

> Unpleasant numbness racking your arm and chest, and sharp pains lancing up along where the endorphins had not gone to work, your grip upon the console begins to slip as the rumbling and noise all die down to a dull thrummm...

> ...

> It is dark for one brief and harrowing moment, until the door of your TARDIS falls open, revealing it has crashed upon its side. Flames and disturbed patches of dirt await you on the previously pristine grassland that the crash has just reduced to a crater.
>> No. 40434314
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Looking around wearily and weakly, the Doctor crawls out of the TARDIS.

"Well...this seems very interesting." the Doctor said, coughing up a bit of blood. "Oh, bloody hell..."

Slowly clambering out of the ship, he rests beside it, attempting to catch his breath. "Now where am I? And why did the TARDIS decide to act that way?"

>I think...I think I need some sleep. Tell you what, I'll come back tomorrow and pick up where we left off.
>> No. 40434315
This is exactly what I knew what was going to happen.

>Blowhard whips about to face Pearls, and aims a hoof square at the door.

Admiral? I am going to tell you and your men once.

Run. NOW!

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40332555 No. 40332555 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Orion #Ponies #Non-pony #Serious #Semi-serious #Normal #Crazy

OOC thread - check here for information and signups

Another day, another rift.
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>> No. 40434302
Umi winces, yelping in pain as the shots shred a section of his right, hind leg. His movement crippled, and his fur stained with boiling blood, Umi turns, throwing a blast of fire back at the ponies, in an attempt to cause just enough of a distraction to get into one of the shuttles.

Dragging himself into one of the hanger's occupants, he slumps into the pilots seat, working at the console, as blackness crawls at the corners of his vision. The wound had cauterized itself, in a way. The fire and the stallion's body temperature forcing his blood to create a massive scab over the wretched wound, as he lies back in the chair, hitting the ignition, and praying he would see the Orion team again. His eyes closed, the pegasus giving himself up to the gentle hands of unconsciousness, as the ship prepares to jet off into the void beyond.
>> No. 40434304
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Pausing briefly as they brace and take cover from the fireball, they fire upon the shuttle (with little effect) until its made it's way outside the ship. Before he passes out, Umi can hear this final conversation over the radio.

"Sir, we can quite easily turn the turrets against hi-"
"No. Did you see that shot to his leg? He's doomed, and would probably die on impact, anyway. The ship's lost anyway, let's not waste the ammo on overkill."
"Whatever you say, sir."
>> No. 40434306
Umi sighs softly, as he falls into a void of near comatose slumber. Lovely. Death, and probably ending as a smear on the planet's surface. A few final thoughts go through his head. How would pops and Copeland react? Lunacy? Styx? The stallion's thoughts finally cease, as he slips away, the shuttle flying it's charted course.

Unable to land at Orion, the ship breaches the planet's atmosphere, barreling through layers of clouds, as it approaches the final spot. As the shuttle and it's cargo break the could layer, a small clearing can be seen far below. Mowed, manicured lawns, fine architecture, and a variety of ponies milling about on the ground. Where had the shuttle decided to land?

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40421920 No. 40421920 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: AOS/An Odd Story #Adventure #Chill #Violence #Shipping #Semi-serious

>Off in the distance you see a timeworn yet magnificent mansion that stands alone towering over the surrounding area. Past that is a lush forest that stretches to the vast mountains beyond. Many sorts are drawn to the curiosity that is the mansion.No one knows where it came from or how long it has been there. For whatever reason you find yourself heading towards it. You may not know what tales you will weave in these winding halls. No one does, but all stories have a beginning and this one starts with a knock.

We have our own Wikia page. Note: pages that are being vandalized WILL be locked, and the vandal will receive an IP ban. Friendly and accurate editing is encouraged however.

Please read the following rules thread before joining. If you do plan on joining, then post info about your character in the rules thread. There is a provided blank sheet in the OP. Thank you:

Last thread:
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Seras walked down the hall, waving Apple Bloom over before heading up the stairs.

"It's a strange place I wanted to check out with someone else. You seem like you can hold your own pretty well. Especially now that you got that scythe of yours. I'm sure you wouldn't mind, would you?"
>> No. 40434286
N'hot at all
>She smiled following her
>> No. 40434300
Seras would lead them up the stairs until they reached the 13th floor.

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40383437 No. 40383437 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Contained #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Serious #Mindfuck #Surreal

Hello again. Can you see through a wall? Can you see through human skin? X-rays see through solid, or so-called solid objects. There are things in life that exist, and yet our eyes cannot see them. Have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see? Why are some things kept from our vision? Is life a puzzle? I am filled with questions. Sometimes my questions are answered. In my heart, I can tell if the answer is correct. I am my own judge. In a dream, are all the characters really you? Different aspects of you? Do answers come in dreams?

There are clues everywhere, all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something else, the wrong interpretation of the clues, we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?

-Catherine E. Coulson
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Andrew grows a wickedly wide grin. He knew that thinking back to the indian, and everything he had endured the past week, this was the climax, this was the last step before the story came to a resolution. he stood tall, puffed out his chest, and called otu to the shadows:

"It's light's out for you!"
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With a surge of your power, you dispel the shadows from the room

You stumble a bit, suddenly feeling weak. As you sit down, you can feel your strength leaving you. The light slowly ebbing from your eyes. In a final act, you will yourself into the Dark Plain, leaving nothing but a blank copy of yourself in the asylum at that point in time. He'll remember none of what happened, only what happened prior.

The last thing you see is a room of red and your friends walking through the curtains that surround the room before you collapse from exhaustion
>> No. 40434296
[To Be Continued]

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40094034 No. 40094034 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Canon: Destination: Equestria #Series: Requiem #Adventure #Dark #Violence #General #Serious #So close...

Fear. One of the most potent forces. An instrument to rule over others, to bind and break them. A tool of tyrants and monsters.

How grim and narrow-minded.

Fear of the dark and cold gave birth to fire. Fear of being forgotten creates truly amazing works of art. Fear of loneliness forms friendships and communities. Fear of extinction creates new life.

Sit for a while, and witness for yourself what tremendous feats a small band of heroes could be motivated to accomplish...out of their fear of death. Look to the other end of the playing the soulless monstrosity plaguing the land, its vast army...and the puppet it has created to gain my favor and sate my hunger.

Amazing what fear can create, no?

Look, they have almost reached their destination. Impressive that they managed to get the ship up and ready in such a short time, don't you think? Fear, my friend. In an way, you could say...they owe their accomplishments to me. Funny, really...that it was me causing what led us all to this point...and what will end this conflict, one way or another. But enough talk...I'm eager to meet them all.
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With Tonic deflected by Rillian, Shining had the chance to attack once more, hopefully this time with more success then last time.
>Cadance's boost goes up by one, now giving a +2 to friendly rolls.

"Die monster, you don't belong in this world!" With that oh so outdated and overdone quote, Shining tried once more to put a shield around Tonic, this time trying to crush him inside of it.

1d10+5 = 6
>> No. 40433391
d10+3 = 13
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Come, come, bonny Lynne; tell us, tell us, where you've been.


While the battle raged on, the small Unicorn filly stirred in her sleep. You know that part of your sleep where you are not quite awake, but still with one hoof in the dream world? That's exactly where Lynne heard a familiar voice call out to her, a voice so warm and loving that it put a smile on the half-slumbering filly's face.

Dear, dear bonny Lynne sleeps the peaceful crib within.

Still on Cadance's back, Lynne opened her eyes slowly...only to come face to face with the reason for her smile...a smile that only grew as that reason beckoned her closer, and happy tears began to well in her eyes. Cadance would feel the filly stir on her back, as if Lynne was trying to get up, and the princess...if she was paying attention...would hear a single whispered word.


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40410464 No. 40410464 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Ask/invite #Canon: New Pegasus #Series: Radioactive #Adventure #Crossover #Violence #Ponies #Semi-serious #Gratuitous Post-Apocalyptic Shipping #Enjoy Your Stay #So Much Goddamn Sex

>2.0 Rules

>2.0 Multiclasses
>Expanded Racials 3.5 (New Release!)
>Game Info (WIP)

>OOC chat
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>> No. 40434187
I call out hesitantly. "Uhh... Sandstorm?"
>> No. 40434189
Neither me nor Space trusted him."
I return my revolver to my bag.
"I won't have people on this ship I can't trust."
>> No. 40434196
I decide to take a quick break and look around the gas station. Even if there isn't much to loot, maybe it can be a nice place to crash for a bit. Even if I have to clear it of some...unwanted guests.

>looking around the gas station
1d10+3 = 5

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40312415 No. 40312415 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Trotswood #Ponies

On the Edge of Equestria near the western forests. Lies Trotswood, a small town on the Edge
of civilization as ponies know it. A haven for the weird and supernatural, Trotswood has
never grown into a particularly large town and though ponies come and go, it needs more
ponies to grow. Ponies who can run shops, work jobs, and defend the town from the horrors
that lurk at its edges. The town is small right now, consisting of a few shops, some homes,
a hospital, and the bar next to the hospital.

Trotswood is supposed to be a growing community, where there is no overall OP to handle anything
but OOC disputes and the rules. Everything is player driven, the story, the town, the ponies in
in the town. It is a place players can make an arc, and bring the whole town into it, you do not have
to make up a setting or anything, just take the town and its basics and make it into a place
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>> No. 40430397

She rubs his shoulder as they walk.

"You should do something to relax as soon as possible buddy. No one wants you getting over stressed. "
>> No. 40430622
Sotil smiles
"I am trying, trust me...I just occasionally get really high strung."
>> No. 40433788
Aspiring Anon with questions in /ooc/ thread. Please respond at your earliest convenience.

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40402012 No. 40402012 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: BND #Series: BND #Adventure #Chill #Dark #Ponies #Semi-serious

>When we last left off The crew disembarked on a mission in an abandoned prison..After a while of treading into the heart of the prison they found a dressphere of course not without any resistance from the local mutated wild life, and undead ponies.

>Some where injured other were infected,and amongst this chaos they found an actual living pone among the chaos of this quest.

>What will happen in todays episode of BND!


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>> No. 40432610
"Also Crash is stable but unconscious..Same with the Zebra.." Pill said.
>> No. 40433462
>Desert was on an observation deck, sharpening the arrowheads to make sure they cut deeper next time. He sang a song to himself in his native language.
>> No. 40433607

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40399581 No. 40399581 [View]
#Closed #Canon: Harmony #FiM-only #Semi-serious

Just another day in Ponyville. Just like any other day, there's little that's happening that needs Aegis' attention, or her being there. Then again, her job as a Guard was to fix or settle problems should they arise, so she couldn't really complain. Except it was boring at times. To the point that she worked out to keep herself busy. Not exactly what she was looking for when she joined the Guards.

Aegis landed down in front of City Hall after her third flight around the town that day to watch out for anything that might require her help. Again, it seemed that her presence wasn't needed at the moment. She contemplated grabbing a shake as the dust settled from her touchdown. Empty calories that she didn't need, but you've got to treat yourself every once in a while, right? The large framed mare shrugged her shoulders to herself as she contemplated her options. "Eh, why not? I'll just work it off later." she said to herself as she trotted towards the nearest shop.
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The dented pegasus accepted the ice bag with a nod and a flat "Thank you" and held it to his nose as he quietly looked at Tungsten. A light snort escaped him eventually, and he shook his head. "It's not broken...sorry. My assailant assured me I had been pussyfooted with that one hit."

Roy sat there for a few more quiet moments before addressing the guard again. "I broke it, huh? I'm sorry, Tungsten, I had..." A brief pause, and Roy glanced at Aegis for a second or two.

"I'm was wrong. So very wrong."
>> No. 40424863
Aegis just stood by silently while the paperwork got filled out, opting to let Tungsten and Roy have their chat. He ought to be thankful that's all he got. She thought to herself. Especially with the stunt he tried to pull.

Aegis looked to Roy. She caught and held locked into his gaze for a moment before simply looking away with a light sigh. She didn't give him a look of hate, but a disapproving one. She didn't speak, letting the two continue on before she had to do her job.
>> No. 40433373
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The private let out a playful scoff, "Too bad, you'd look good with a crooked muzzle." He pulled off his helmet to show Roy the slight bend in the upper half of his muzzle with a smirk, "Oh well. And hey, the ladies dig it, what ladies have taken notice that is so I can't be too mad."

He looked between the two of them and put his helmet back on, "So Aegis finally brought you in huh? Or rather you finally turned yourself in... what made you do that if I might ask?"

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40429715 No. 40429715 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Series: BEEEEEEEEEES #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtsey, Common sense, Dirt. #BEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

<Copypasta is covered in bees. Unreadable.>

The Bar's not Autostaff. Go get your own shit if no one's here.
<Topics have been replaced with Bees.>
>The bar is BEEEEEEEEEES Open.

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"Could've been worse. Going on an adventure once the chaos subsides."
>> No. 40434364
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>The grey filly was running around in a lab-coat and safety goggles and trying to science!
>> No. 40434365
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...You look like an insane!


The chaos?

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40392533 No. 40392533 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Planned #Canon: Aether City #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Ponies #Semi-serious #Long-post

Some years ago, a meteorite hit Eqeustria, near a small metropolis. At first, no one thought much of it, and it was taken in to be stored in archives.

Soon, anomalities started showing. Pegasi gained access to power they shouldn’t be able to, earth ponies along with them, and unicorns previously adept at certains paths of magic either lost everything to a completely new kind, or became masters in their field. Not everything was happy days. Some ponies developed hard shells and claws, chitin plating, segmented eyes. Some’s legs fused to snail-like undersides.

Authorities were quickly called, and all who had mutated were taken in temporary custody. Orders were given to start constructing a city with high walls to contain the affected. A remote island off the coast was deemed as the best place and construction began. The city would come to be known as Aether City.

For a year, they built, Equestria’s united building companies taking on the task. The mutants were kept in custody in temporary city, patrolled by guards. They were signed up and registrered by teams of scientists in hazmat suits. Chips were implanted in them as well, but they were never told why. Food was given sparingly, with no reason given why. They were showered only once a week, and toilets were a luxury cut away to save money. As time passed, only the few who wanted their old name kept it. Some took upon others, while the last resorted to their designation, their pride broken beyond repair.

Anger was building in the camps of mutants, wanting to know why citizens under the rule of the princesses were treated so wrongly. No reason was given, only that all would be better once Aether City was complete.
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>> No. 40430070
>In case the group of three in the sewers is waiting for some input from me, then I'm doing the same, waiting for input from you guys.
>> No. 40430137
Jacob crouched down behind some cover, his body quakes in nervousness. Once he gets a grip he looks for any who might have seen him.

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>> No. 40430229
>I'm personally waiting on Ace_noir.

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40288504 No. 40288504 [View]
#Closed #Canon: Orion #Adventure #Semi-serious

A continuation from

Within the rift, the team is pulled onward and closer to the white light, the smell of bleach and other cleaning chemicals joins the distinctly ozone like stench of the rift, as they grow closer. The white dot yawns open before them, before six members of the Orion Team are ejected into an immaculate, white room. For some reason, the one who triggered the event, Orion, had not been deposited onto the floor, with the rest of the crew. The floor below is padded, enough to reduce the pain of the landing, though it would still drive the wind from most who landed on it. The walls, stark white, are barren and cold, save a row of windows, and metallic door set into one of the three walls. The ceiling above them is much the same as the walls, save the, rapidly, closing portal. Upon closing, the room grows silent, the calm broken only by the breathing of the team. The air reeks of chemicals, thinly covered with some budget level scent, most likely citrus. As they lay there, a soft crackling seems to come from everywhere around them. It soon clears up, revealing itself to be a PA system being turned on.

"Hello? Are you all alive in there? Oh, I do hope we didn't lose another batch...These are the ones, right, Sir?"

Three silhouettes (Two bipedal, and one quadrupedal) move, behind the tinted glass, heading for the door. Who were they? Where did they come from? Both parties were, possibly, thinking very similar things. With any luck, all would be revealed, in time.
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Yes,Arcs, Rifts, we call them all sorts of things here. Windows, doors, transdimensional portals, Mystery prizes."

He quiets, listening to Seras talk, and thinking on what she had said. Perhaps a tour would be good. What were their interests?

"Well, how about this. Each of you give one thing you'd like to know, or want to see here, and if I can we'll take a tour and see it all. We can get Orion's cookies, you all can learn all you want and get out of this room, and I get to talk to you all a bit more. Does that sound fair?"

He smiles down at the Lunar guard, hoping she finds the idea fair and in good taste for the current situation.

"We'll refill your stock soon enough, Orion, okay? Once we all come to an agreement, we can head to the kitchen, and then move on to a tour of what I can show you all. Plus, between you and me, I know where one of the guys here keeps the stocks of girl scout cookies he buys. We can raid that, and keep you in cookies for at least five minutes."
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"Well, I'm okay staying in this room for as long as you need me here. I'm more concerned with what my party wants than I am trying to figure out about this place. I may have some questions on some things if they come to mind at the time, but other than that, you seem to have explained yourself and where we are good enough. Just ask me what you need and I'll try and answer as honest as I can."

She nodded to him before looking to her comrades, seeing their looks on all of this.

Seras heard what he had to say, understanding how he felt, but didn't show much of a reaction towards it. She wasn't entirely sure on how to think about this, and didn't want to hastily lean towards any opinion she may already have developed.
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Ares turns to Styx, not taking very long to figure out just why she was talking to him in their native tongue. "Δεν μπορούμε απλά να τους αφήσουμε να κάνουν ό, τι θέλουν με μας, ποιος ξέρει τι θα κάνουν σε μας." he begins in a hushed whisper, eyeing Umbra suspiciously as he comments on their language.

At the mention of a wife, Ares' eyes widen - nobody here had even mentioned that Ares had a wife, and unless Enyo was fooling around with Orion, he highly doubted the goofball would have even bothered to ask. Not even contemplating doubt of Enyo's integrity, he looks over at Styx, trying to keep Umbra in the corner of his eyes wherever possible.

"Ο ψηλός θα πρέπει να έχουν καμία γνώση γι 'αυτό. Αυτό δεν αισθάνεται δεξιά. Έχουμε Πρέπει να φύγουμε από εδώ." he concludes, turning back to Umbra and not saying a single word - that he can understand, at least.

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#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

Yarp, got your thread here. Yarp, we're almost three years old. yarp, if you really want someone to tell you the OP and you actually want to read it ask a player who's here all the time Yarp.

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...Too simple.
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"Ammie, Why are you A Puppy?"
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