INTO THE MOUTH OF MADNESS

indie rp blog for the cast of ruby quest because of the nature of the work, will contain violence, blood, gore, et cetera.

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

Well now, look what we’ve got up and running again!

Fancy that.

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He laughed - it was an empty, broken sound, not particularly pleasant on the ears - and ran a hand through his hair. “Good one. Good joke. I can’t… You can’t kill me. I can’t die.”

Filbert glared down at the gun. “I don’t know its name, Genie. I know its title, but it’s not one I would ever say aloud. And this thing, the cure, it won’t let me die. Won’t let me pass on. Do you understand!?”

Something began to happen to his right arm, the one previously ending in a stump, although the doctor didn’t seem to notice it. “And that is why I don’t understand how I got here! That is why I need you to h͜e̸lp̨ ͏m͟e!

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“Who said something about killing you? The first bullet doesn’t always bring death.” the gun retorted in a suddenly much more… unconcerned tone, as though someone had pulled the plug on her temperament, eyes darting for a mere second to his arm and then around his figure before staring him dead in the eye as she pulled her lips back in a dirty, judging grin, unafraid of the change in his aura.

“The only mercy I know is the kiss of a bullet to the Bored, the Broken and the Useless. What sort of help do you expect from me, anyway?” the weapon spoke coldly, spitting the word ‘help’ out like blood that lacked taste and substance. This was no longer a talk between a Genie -  a living weapon - and a would-be host. No, Filbert had just sunken to the status of ‘potential incubator’ for her brood - or, more to the point: shooting victim.

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His arm began to mutate more and more, branching out in growths as he snarled at Genie. “And here I thought that maybe this Rift of yours was clean. But I see now.”

“You can’t help. You’re already beyond help. It has got̕te̛n ̶to͜ ͟you.”

Something was clearly wrong with Filbert no matter which way you looked at it, whether it was the fact that his right arm had turned into some sort of beast’s claw or the fact that he appeared to be holding a very sharp bonesaw in his non-mutated hand. Heaven knows where he pulled that from.

”Is this place infected to̧o̶? A͠n͘s̴͢w̛er̵͡ ̸͜m͝e!̢”̶̵

[hunnypct-deactivated20161010]

I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU GUYS SO MESSAGE ME YOUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT YOU !!!

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

“I don’t want to make a ‘small fortune,’” Filbert snapped. “The cure has no place here.”

He straightened up for the first time, a grimace on his face. “The Rift did not eat my world, Genie. Something far more sinister did.”

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“Hey!!” the sentient gun exclaimed as the rather unfriendly response was uttered, jumping back to her feet at a speed that made the foliage she was standing one whip up and down slightly, taking a step back before frowning at Filbert and accusingly pointing a finger at him. “You better watch your tone, young man! You’re lucky that I’m not a fan of wasting bullets, or else I’d have made you dance a bit.” she chirped angrily with squinted eyes. Sure, the the threat seemed harmless, maybe even adorable when coming from a creature of her size, but underestimating Genie had been many a foes’ doom.

“It is not hard to be more sinister than the Rift, but I reckon you wish to talk more about this menace, since you dropped such a morsel of information?” she questioned, calming down slightly but staying on her feet and still frowning at him, attitude decidedly less friendly by now.

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He laughed - it was an empty, broken sound, not particularly pleasant on the ears - and ran a hand through his hair. “Good one. Good joke. I can’t... You can’t kill me. I can’t die.”

Filbert glared down at the gun. “I don’t know its name, Genie. I know its title, but it’s not one I would ever say aloud. And this thing, the cure, it won’t let me die. Won’t let me pass on. Do you understand!?”

Something began to happen to his right arm, the one previously ending in a stump, although the doctor didn’t seem to notice it. “And that is why I don’t understand how I got here! That is why I need you to h͜e̸lp̨ ͏m͟e!

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“Ahh…” she hummed with a nod. Medicine…well, at least that was a very practical kind of thing, especially if you got accidentally injured. “At least it’s a useful kind of skill. You could make a small fortune in this place, probably. If there was any kind of actual currency here.” Genie added with a friendly grin, dangling her purple-green legs from her high-up seat, though she blinked curiously as she heard him muttering something, yet decided to not pester him about it.

“Oh-…That’s understandable, I forgot. It happens a lot in the Rift, you should get used to it if you’re planning on staying. Though, pray tell…” she stood up again to meet Filbert on the same eye-level. “You’re from elsewhere, aren’t you? Did the Rift eat up your world, too? If it didn’t you might actually be capable of returning, there have been a lot of accidental visitors lately.”

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“I don’t want to make a ‘small fortune,’” Filbert snapped. “The cure has no place here.”

He straightened up for the first time, a grimace on his face. “The Rift did not eat my world, Genie. Something far more sinister did.”

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Archetype Series - The Maw

There is a reason that children fear the dark, just as there is a reason that we see dark eyes in our sleep, pale faces, claws and gaunt features. There is an understanding within the human mind of what is horrific, what is terrifying. The Maw is that waiting dread within the corners of our nightmares, watching us as we scream silently within our subconscious at whatever it deems to be its method of torment in our sleep that particular night.

The Maw is fear, it is darkness and it is the unknown; The Maw is the monsters under the bed, the inexplicable silence that surrounds us when we walk through the snow after midnight. It is the shriek in the pitch black of the jungle, the snap of the foliage in the tall grass when we weren’t even moving. Just as the Maw is all of these things, the Maw can be nothing at all.

The Maw can be that dread that settles in the pit of our stomachs when we wait for the jump to come screaming at us… and yet it doesn’t.

The Maw is fear, is death, is the inevitability that we are like all other creatures in existence. We are instinctively afraid and it is something that we will never escape. We will never be free of the Maw’s cold clutches, we will never escape the Maw’s burning talons, its gnashing teeth, its insatiable bloodlust and horrific hunger. The Maw is everywhere, in every story where any character feels the slightest hint of dread, of fear. In every tale where there is mention of blackness, darkness. The Maw is everywhere. Watching every one of us. Staring back from pages, videos, songs, and mirrors.

[sliceofmemepai]

Send a YouTube video and my muse will watch it and react to it.

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

“The Rift…”

He mulled over the words, unsure what to make of them. Certainly, he’d never heard of any such place as the Rift, so this was an odd chance of scenery to be sure.

Losing things did not concern him so much. The occasional bouts of amnesia tended to do that to him anyways, so as long as he made notes now and then, he would be fine, surely.

“My name is Dr. Filbert,” he responded as evenly as he could manage. This place didn’t sit well with him, and he had a sneaking suspicion as to exactly why.

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“Oooohhh, a doctor!” Genie chattered, sitting down on the tentacle and folding her hands below her triggerguard. “One of medicine? Or philosophy? Or something else entirely perhaps, if I may ask..?” Oh, did she ever hope that he had a doctor in philosophy! It had been ages since she had found someone willing to exchange thoughts and ideas for the sheer sake of it.

“Mmh…” she hummed after a moment in a vaguely questioning tone, squinting her eyes at the other. The weapon had until now been mostly unaware of Filbert being uncomfortable with his surroundings - she largely only barely cared - but another scrutinizing gaze revealed it to her. “Is something wrong?… Do not worry, the Rift itself is largely without danger. Its ihabitants of course, are another thing entirely, but I don’t think it’ll harm you unless you jump directly into its face.”

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Filbert frowned at the gun, brows furrowed. “I suppose it would be described as medicine... of a sorts.”

“Although I highly doubt I’m qualified to practice anymore,” he muttered under his breath, looking away.

“Nothing’s really wrong. Waking up in a different place than where you... went to sleep... is a bit disorienting, is all.”

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

mmm, 2 for ruby and 10 for any character u want? (for the number meme)

2: Does your muse have any daily rituals?

Ruby wakes up fairly early each morning to put on a clean outfit and brush her teeth. After doing normal people stuff, she sends a Snapchat to Tom and Jay with the phrase “I’m alive!!!”

This happens each morning, without fail, even if she’s feeling like crap. Gotta let her pals know that she’s doing all right.

10: Does your muse have any neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Mmh, I’m not so sure how to answer that, but let’s go with this:

Tom has a habit of carrying a pair of brass knuckles in his pocket at all times. Whenever things get particularly stressful, he wraps his fingers around the weapon without taking it out.

It hasn’t gotten to the point where he’s had to pull it out, and he knows it’s a bit irrational, but damnit, it’s nice to feel safe.

[littlemusingthings]

“ whoever said violence WASN’T the answer,                      wasn’t very violent. ” 

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

“Ah!”

Filbert instinctively jumps back, putting up his hands as he came face to face with, well…

…Okay, so he wasn’t quite sure what to make of a sentient gun. That was certainly not something he’d expected.

“I’m lost,” he admitted, calming himself and gesturing around the area - around wherever this was. “And, unfortunately, I am prone to small bouts of memory lapse, so I don’t know how I got here.”

“What and who exactly are you, anyways?”

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“Ahh…” the gun spoke, tilting her head slightly - and consequently her whole body along with it - and looking at the other from head to toe. She admittedly wasn’t really sure what to make of this person either, aside from noticing that he was surprisingly calm for looking at a living weapon. Then again, maybe that was a regular thing where he came from.

“How unfortunate. But at least you aren’t the only one, if that soothes your mind. It is easy to loose stuff in the Rift, yourself among them.” And your motivation, and your personality, and your sense of self, and…well, let’s not dwell on it. She still had all those parts.

“Me? I am Genie, resident talkactive revolver and occassionally a guide.” she replied with a grin. “May I know yours as well, my friend?”

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

“The Rift...”

He mulled over the words, unsure what to make of them. Certainly, he’d never heard of any such place as the Rift, so this was an odd chance of scenery to be sure.

Losing things did not concern him so much. The occasional bouts of amnesia tended to do that to him anyways, so as long as he made notes now and then, he would be fine, surely.

“My name is Dr. Filbert,” he responded as evenly as he could manage. This place didn’t sit well with him, and he had a sneaking suspicion as to exactly why.

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

[[major update to the muses page!]]

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[[starter for @revolverdragcn !]]

This was certainly not a place that Filbert had expected to end up. Then again, the good doctor didn’t exactly know what to expect, anymore. Not with his unfortunate amnesiac tendencies.

He took a while to analyze his surroundings, taking in the area but saying nothing. Something seemed a little off here - or, more likely, it was just him.

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Was there truly a place in the Rift that was bound to stay devoid of life forever? If there was, Genie had not found it yet, but she didn’t mind - there were always curiosities to observe. Like this one right here.

As the living weapon was currently in her more energy-efficient mobile form rather than the large reptilian body that was exclusively to fight and to intimidate, she silently snuck closer and crawled up a nearby tentacleplant to reach the same height as the other’s face. The plant swayed slightly under her weight as she stood up on top of it and looked at their back turned to her with a tilted head. There was no harm in a small chat before she got to business, right?

“You seem troubled, my friend?”

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“Ah!”

Filbert instinctively jumps back, putting up his hands as he came face to face with, well...

...Okay, so he wasn’t quite sure what to make of a sentient gun. That was certainly not something he’d expected.

“I’m lost,” he admitted, calming himself and gesturing around the area - around wherever this was. “And, unfortunately, I am prone to small bouts of memory lapse, so I don’t know how I got here.”

“What and who exactly are you, anyways?”

[hakamorra-archive]

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

“Are you lost?“  ‘And you are?” “Who are you?” “I don’t think we’ve met.” “How old are you?” “How long have you been there?” “Can I trust you?” “Who do you think you are?” “Are you wearing my clothes…?” “You’re cute.“  “Would you like to go on a date with me?” “People are watching.” “Be Careful!” “Help me!” “I’ve got bad news.“  “Hate to  break it to you.. but ___ is dead.“  “I will never forgive you.” “I’m sorry…” “Why are you so angry?“  “Just kill me!” “This is where it ends.” “Victory!“  “Stay close!” “Watch it!” “Why don’t you hate me?!“  “You can’t just give up… not now!”

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[[starter for @revolverdragcn !]]

This was certainly not a place that Filbert had expected to end up. Then again, the good doctor didn’t exactly know what to expect, anymore. Not with his unfortunate amnesiac tendencies.

He took a while to analyze his surroundings, taking in the area but saying nothing. Something seemed a little off here - or, more likely, it was just him.

[cjopazebullshit-blog]

Hello... I’m Ruby.

And right now I’m a little bit out of character to let everyone know that this blog is on the look-out for some RP partners!

So if by any chance you would be willing to interact with the characters from Ruby Quest, well...

Come on and give us a try! Most of us are actually pretty decent people.

Oh, and this blog is totally fine with fights, and, ah, things like body horror and blood.

And zombies or eldritch abominations! Those are standard, really.