reality's end.

add // elsword // asphodel valley. retained items: Dynamos 3x retained abilities: - void breaker - particle shot - mind break - nasod armour Please read "Info" tab!

[pulsebullet]

hi av! I unfortunately lost all the links to the threads when my computer shut down earlier without saving so now i have no idea who i owe a thread to. if you want a reply please like this post and i will go hunt down our thread!!!! 

[pulsebullet]

hi guys! not dead yet (But i did really badly distracted by Maplestory OOPS). I’ll be doing all my replies tomorrow for sure though! 

[mirrorrshard]

Science? That was the kind of thing that dwarves did, right? Since they couldn’t use magic, they had to make everything work in a more ‘real’ way… Like Varric’s crossbow. Was that what he was talking about? So did was he just a really tall dwarf, or did he have a lot of dwarf friends, or something? About to ask, she opened her mouth, and watched as he hit the ground.

Gross! That looked fairly muddy, too. She edged forwards a bit to try and give him a hand, but he was already pushing himself off the ground, looking distinctly annoyed. Well, Merrill supposed, she would be too.

“I think I kind of know what you’re getting at…” she replied, “And Thedas isn’t primitive! It’s a very nice place. Mostly. Kind of. Sometimes. Actually no you’re right Thedas isn’t very nice.” a pause. “Um, you’ve got mud all over your face.”

[pulsebullet]

“I know! I don’t you to remind me!” Add growls back, staring at his increasingly muddier sleeves. At least there was an ocean around. Salt water wasn’t gonna be good for his clothes but at least it was something until further notice.

“I meant primitive as in not technologically developed, but juging by the way you talk about your place it sounds like it’s brutish and short, too. Not like Elrios is that much better in some palces.” Add sighs. He didn’t want to touch anything with the mud still kind of wet all over his clothes. This is gross and disgusting and if he doesn’t get himself cleaned off he’s going to throw a fit. His  already short patience is burning to its last bits.

“Anyway. You mentioned something about ‘Lyrium’ to get out? I can’t help you if I don’t know what it look like.” 

[pulsebullet]

closed; just like one of my animes

fuckoffadd​

It isn't interesting to walk around this city, dodging past the shadows in the distance when his balance has been fixed, sort of. Unfortunately, Add still can’t find enough materials to make a substitutes for his Dynamos, even without the memory capacity. However, the appearance of the two floating Nasods capture his attention. Something may be interesting after all.

Ah. That's the queen, isn’t it? Even though she’s far away, the glint of the jewel on her forehead is unmistakable in the way it captures light. The sun may not be out, but the shade of blue on it is unique, and the way she very much nearly hums with excitement already speeds up the beating inside Add’s chest. 

Eve. It’s Eve. Even though her clothes are different from what he last saw her in, it has to be Eve, no one else has the same Nasod jewel and no one else was as beautiful or perfect as the queen herself.

“Eve! Hand over your codes!”

Remember when I said his balance was “Sort of” fixed? Yeah. Because he trips on a rock right in front of her, his hands and Dynamos sprawling wildly. When he finds himself again he’s on top of her in a compromising position, one hand on her non-existent robot chest.

Oh.

[pulsebullet]

fuckoffadd started following you

[pulsebullet]

when you find typos in your posts after they’ve been replied to

[challengxr]

There was always a sick satisfaction in throwing people off guard. Her disgruntled expression gives way to a flicker of amusement in her eyes - his cockiness was easily shut down it seemed. Another twitch of her ears is accompanied by the fanning of her tails. 

Maybe she could find some fun in the dead of this town.

“Well, if you think they’re so soft, why don’t you try them out?” A cautious step towards him emphasizes her offer, and a duck of her head lowers the gumiho’s head to a reasonable petting height. “I don’t bite… Most of the time. Just be gentle.” 

“You’re not the first person who has been distracted by my… Unusual features. Unfortunately, they are not the ones that I often try to show off. It seems both men and women are more preoccupied by fluffy parts than breasts. A shame, don’t you think?”  She’s not trying to proposition him, no, it’s just merely an aspect of her personality. Foxes aren’t exactly taught to beat around the bush.

[pulsebullet]

"Ah? Can I? Really?”

His voice is light, and his whole posture clenches up in nervousness. He doesn’t want to be too rough or anything because-- what if it hurts? Those fluffy animal ears are independent of the woman speaking to him, she might as well be a talking fox to him.

He raises a hand to pet her ears, trembling all the while. When he finally does touch them though, they’re every bit as soft as he’s imagined them to be. His touch is like how he would pet a cat, enough to feel the fur, but not enough force to cause pain.

“Is this alright? If it hurts you should tell me--”

Boobs? Breasts? What is she talking about?  He has never touched a real live boob before. It’s just a female reproductive organ designed for feeding infants, right? Not that he’s ever actually SEEN or FELT it before.

“Well, if they’re as soft as your ears, I don’t understand why people aren’t distracted them more often.”

[mirrorrshard]

“I… Don’t understand. If you can’t do magic, then what are those?” She gestured to his… Things. “I’ve never seen anything fly and make projections without it being magic. Other than birds. But birds can’t make lightshows! If they can, they must be magic birds.”

Now she was definitely perplexed. That feeling of anxiety that she’d been able to ignore ever since she began a conversation began to creep back into her mind, and she simply stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, before remembering the traditional gesture and giving it a quick shake.

“It’s. It’s nice to meet you, Add.” she paused again, staring at her feet. “That’s a nice name, I think. Short, simple, and easy to remember. I hope you don’t get too many jokes about it, though. That wouldn’t be so nice.”

[pulsebullet]

"It's science." Add groans, this is the second time he's had to make this explanation in a week. Are people just dumb or primitive or what? "Like- I suppose- how you make pulleys and levers so you can lift heavy things or trap doors or--" Another huff, and a wave of his hand just as an expressive gesture. This last wave is a little too wide, and he wobbles, then hits into the floor.

The loud incoherent swear goes muffled into the dirt as he goes limp for a moment, then pushes himself off the ground. He had been doing so well up to that point, too. Seriously. A screwdriver shouldn’t be too much to ask for, but apparently it is.

“I don’t know how primitive your world is, but it’s basically like the reaction of flint and steel. When things collide, they make sparks, and if they make enough sparks you might get fire. And if there are enough reactions, you’ll make something like my Dynamos. So, they’re not birds, and it’s not magic.” 

[mirrorrshard]

Merrill watched the stranger’s magical contraptions whiz through the air with a mild curiosity. What were they made of, and what kind of enchantment did he have on them? He must be quite the resourceful mage. Maybe he could help her.

“If… If you’re really stuck on getting out of here, I could use some help.” she states, slinging her staff over her back and wringing her hands. Whether this stranger would prove to be amicable had yet to be seen.

“I’m going to need to do some serious magic, and there is some that I could use a partner for. I could also use help searching for stuff… Clues, lyrium, anything that could be of use. It’s going to take a while to make any sort of headway, and I don’t even know if I could, but… If we’re really dead we’ve got all the time in the world, right?”

“And, um, my name’s Merrill, by the way.”

[pulsebullet]

“I don’t do magic.”

That was the easiest way to say that he didn’t understand magic without looking like an idiot. Plus, the last time he had worked with someone, he was betrayed so easily and backstabbed the other in return. He wasn’t ready to step into another partnership with someone who could readily betray him again.

There were always reasons, supplies to be fought over. People always looked suspicious, but as long as their interests didn’t clash over supplies, Add was fine ‘working together’ with her.  

The little ‘death’ bit managed to force a disgruntled look out of him, but he continues speaking anyway. More hands to try and get out are always good. He hadn’t yet discovered a possible exit, since the city just continues to go on. “But we can still help each other out. Let me know what your ‘lyrium’ looks like and I’ll keep an eye out for it. In return you can keep an eye out for the Nasod queen for me, deal?”

Rigidly, he sticks out his hand, “Name’s Add.”

[pulsebullet]

[12:39:37 PM] lunatic potato: THEY MUST KNOW THE TRUE EXTENT OF HIS NERD ASS ROBOT FUCKING CODE HUNTING ASS

[mirrorrshard]

So the stranger had reached the same conclusion. Merrill felt a wave of relief followed by another of fear- this did indeed to be some sort of parallel world, but, well, this was a parallel world. Could she ever go home? Would she ever see the people she cared about again?

Probably not. Considering she was dead.

It took her a while to reply, simply staring at him; or rather over his shoulder, unfocused. A realm of the dead independent from the beyond. Where could that be? An inbetween place, between worlds… As her mind ticked away, thinking of the kinds of magic that could divine a solution, her mouth gave a quite answer.

“I’m not quite sure… The signs that I’ve seen label this place as ‘Asphodel Valley’… I suppose that’s as good a name as any… Strange name for a strange place…”

[pulsebullet]

“Asphodel?” Add inhales, trying to rummage his mind for any source of information, finding nothing, he finally waves his Dynamos over to him, “Dynamos, run a search for ‘Asphodel’.” And simply waits for their database to do their work.

He had hoped there would be a tidbit of information, anything, even if he didn’t have a map, but his holograms come up empty, a ‘No results found’ staring him back in the face. This, he supposes, is expected for an alternate world. So he waves him off as he had moments prior, finding no use for them for the time being.

“Strange indeed. No natives, a ruined town, only what people may come by....and from alternate timelines or worlds...”

“Agh! This is useless! I have to get back to Elrios and track her down as soon as possible, I can’t be stuck here!”

Keep whining, Add.

[mirrorrshard]

When the stranger revealed he had no knowledge of Par Vollen, Merrill crinkled her brow in confusion. The Quanari were one of the races of Thedas, and she’d never met anyone who hadn’t heard of them or their country. Though, she pondered, seeing as she was currently in some sort of strange afterlife, she supposed it was possible he could be from…

Well, somewhere else. Maybe one of those places that was supposed to be beyond the Eluvians.

“Well excuse me for not knowing that.” she replied, peeved at his last words. People getting angry over the things she didn’t know always got her annoyed. She paused a moment, folding her arms, before she continued to speak. “And like I said, Par Vollen is an island. It’s supposed to be covered in rainforests, which does kind of explain why I’ve never seen a Qunari wearing a shirt before. They must sweat buckets.”

[pulsebullet]

There she goes blabbing about things and not explaining them again. It's a little agitating, but on the other hand he didn't know aeverything about Elrios, either. Rainforest? More like a hassle. Anything hotter than room temperature was already unbearable. 

"What's a Qunari?"

If there were races that were intelligent enough to somehow brave that kind of climate, then they could be of interest with any possible cooling technology. Hopefully the elf would know more. Then, almost suddenly as the gears tick away in his head. “It doesn’t sound like we’re in your ‘Par Vollen’, or anywhere near Elrios, so...”

If neither of them knew of anything of other worlds or locations, then... it would just be like the Nasod library again. He had been displaced again. Something about being ‘dead’ or it being the afterlife might have played a role in it. As if he would die so easily.

Not directed at her in particular, Add speaks again. “Which world is this? Where are the natives?”

[slashersmiler]

ch00

[slashersmiler]

{ This man was… weird; that was the way to put it. He could tell that this guy really didn’t care about the niceties, but rather the answers to questions that he didn’t have.

That cannon felt rather heavy, almost embarrassed, self conscious along with him.

Well, Claus wasn’t exactly offended by his singular interest– he’d dealt with it before, after all… The Magypsies and everything. Always interested in his power to use PK Love and all of that… But they weren’t necessarily bad about it, or meant any harm.

But did this guy mean any harm? 

Claus shook his head, a bit frustrated.

…No, this was ridiculous. Why would he ever question a stranger like that? Was it related to his memories being lost? His mother said to be courteous to people who were strangers unless they were dangerous, and that they are good rather than bad, or things on that line, so… What was this thought doing here? }

“My name’s Claus. What’s your name?”

{ Well, be better to follow Mom’s words rather than some gut. It’s proven to be wrong before, after all. }

[pulsebullet]

Harm? Certainly not. Pure scientific interest was more like what Add had in mind. Picking apart those gears so he could reassemble them-- that was more like it.

He could care less for how old you are or if you were a woman or anything like that if you gave him the secrets to your cannon arm. There are worse things he's done before, though murder was not among that list. If he didn't see you as human while operating on your arm and you died as an aftershock, well, Add wouldn't feel guilty for that.

Maybe a little.

Seeing the boy give his name to the question, Add lets his shoulders relax a little. "Name's Add. Just Add."

Tthen he waits for the obligatory ‘like math?’, question. 

[challengxr]

pulsebullet

[challengxr]

“Do you have a problem?” 

This seems to be a common trend with folk of this desolate town. Everyone had to stare. Their beady, curious little eyes squinting at her as if she’s some - some sort of monster, like they’ve never seen a girl with nine tails and ears before! Yes, she was a demon; a gumiho, a soul sucker, a succubus. Whatever you wanted to label it. But did it really warrant such strange looks?

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s your first thought. Such ghastly situations tend to bring out the worst in people, yes, but I usually avoid young men.” 

[pulsebullet]

“You’re the one that has a pro-”

The twitch of her ears shuts him up mid-sentence.

 No? Not a cat? Definitely not a cat, too long to be cat ears. But her ears are still so... soft looking. She reminds him of, ah-- that martial artist that’s always with the Queen. He didn’t want to pet hers, though. The other spirit or whatever inside of her made that clear enough if he approached he might not have a hand left.

Instead of the usual abrasive response, Add stumbles over his words as he ruffles his hair, looking away awkwardly.

“No- it’s just-” Spit it out, child. “Your ears look... really soft.”

[pulsebullet]

i need to be heading off for the night so i can get up early and hang with the family. so i’ll see you folks tomorrow! have a good (father’s) day if i miss you guys! and i’ll get to replies on sunday night or monday. 

byeeeeee!!!

[pulsebullet]

closed; does your arm fall off mr zed

[mortuuz]

Oh, hell no, he did fucking not. Being a zombie was rough enough without the half-assed bullshit.

“Keep it up, shit for brains. I’ll use your fuckin’ bones as toothpicks! I’m better off on fuckin’ stage, and I ain’t ever been in the ground, that’s not gonna change you little snow-looking slag,” oooh, Zed was about five seconds from going fishing in this guy’s gut with his microphone. “Bet you’d look a shit ton better splattered all over the fuckin’ ground.”

[pulsebullet]

“Isn’t that where the dead belong? You’re overdue for cremation.”

Probably not the smartest thing to try and pick a fight, but here he goes anyway. Falling on your face is an afterthought, but here he goes anyway, the Dynamos swirling into position.  Add’s mind is already running through the possibilities of attack. A particle shot, first things first.

He hasn’t tried using his Dynamos as platforms since arriving yet. The fact that there’s only three is going to make this somewhat of a tight fit if he has to navigate out of Zed’s way.

[pulsebullet]

closed; does your arm fall off mr zed

[mortuuz]

Zed was contently picking at the fleshy bits left on his right arm when he heard some squirt say something. The zombie glanced up at the white haired wuss with a faint scowl.

“What the fuck do you want, you candy-assed shrimp? Too much of a cooze to say some shit to my face?” Go ahead kid, the domineering grin on his face said. I dare you.

[pulsebullet]

Ugh, vulgar like his appearance.

Add’s face scrunches up, so he was right, the figure in front of him wasn’t completely human, nor alive. If anything it’s like the re-animated monsters in the Underground Cathedral. Unfortunately, Add’s a moron.

“I was just leaving, but-” With the slightest bit of a sneer, “Aren’t you better off rotting in the ground?”