Rove Bogge

Continued from here, for @rove-bogge

Following the other out towards the stables and then coop he couldn’t help but raise a brow at the amount of traps. “Wow, your fox problem is really something…” He commented, eyes trailing over the mess of paw prints.

Pulling his hair back into a ponytail to keep as much of it out of his face it still left a large amount of messy bangs in the way and rolling up his sleeves before opening the box and his tool set he would start setting up the deterrent tool based on the instructions he had been given. “It should do…at least that’s what the student who made it told me.” He focused on attaching each part to posts that already made the coop while mumbling to himself.

“Can you set up the battery? It should be like electric fencing that they use for horses…put it there.” He said pointing to his left with a spanner before returning to securing the main turret.

Ha, Luciano thinks to himself. He really didn’t want to send the request in the first place, but he knows when he’s beat. One thing’s for sure, however. Luciano won’t let a fox go scot free after eating the chickens he was using for the pursuit of animal production and agriculture! Even if it’s questionably ethical!

“I hope that is the case,” Luciano sighs as he starts removing parts of the fence wall. “If I find out this fox has a second animal accomplice, I will personally make sure neither of them escape.”

And if the Ignihyde student dared to double cross him, then the student will be sleeping with one eye open tonight. Or get a really bad stomachache afterwards.

After looking through the battery, it’s very much looks like the same type of battery seen in of the nicer some horse stables. Normally, a wired electric fence would be enough, but he isn’t a stranger to such electronics, either. He grabs the insulators and sets up the battery to where the stable fence is.

“Very well, that should do it,” Luciano says as he presses down the grounding rod. “If you do not mind, I would like to know how this contraption works so I could do my own maintenance in the case it breaks down.”

After a few further checks to make sure everything was set up correctly he dusted his hands off on his shorts as he stood. He was still annoyed he was sent to deliver this on the students behalf but well here he was. Looking to Luciano he held out the thick pamflet of instructions and maintenance information.

“It’s all in there…I didn’t build it after all I just set it up…you know like mousetrap I guess…that’s a board game normies play right?” He sighed before tugging Luciano a few steps away and digging in his bag brows furrowed in annoyance till he found it. A plushie fox he had been given to test the device before leaving.

“Right so you see those small mounts on the fence posting? The programming he asked me to do for this has been told to follow a certain shape language which all leads to fox…so maybe tell any fox beastmen to keep away…just to be safe they should be fine but eh!” He shrugged before tossing the fox plushie towards the coup.

It landed with a heavy bounce towards the coup before flopping on its side. The air was silent for a brief second before a blast of magic energy from the nearest two fence posts aimed directly at the plushie destroying the thing on site.Rove bulked slightly as the toy was incinerated into dust giving a nervous side eye to Luciano. “Um…a real fox will likely be less delicate than a plush toy and will only be slightly singed…but it should send a strong message…” He trailed off pulling a face as he stared at the decimated toy….maybe he will adjust the programming a little to tone the blasts down.

“Defiantly don’t let any fox beast men near this.”

Mouse trap… He remembered seeing that in his childhood days. The kids almost never played it as it should be played, and why should they? It was just more entertaining to set it up and trigger the trap. Or throw the items at each other for a battle of dominance. Or making actual mouse traps. Those were always the most satisfying.

“I know of the game you are talking about, so I can see the comparison.”

Luciano listens carefully at the maintenance directions, nodding along as neccesary. Then when it came to demonstrate, the glint in Luciano’s eyes seem to appear for a split second once he witness the power of the plushie was incinerated into a crisp by the magical energy.

“Perhaps this manual could teach me how to alter the settings,” he thinks to himself. “Or I could perhaps learn it in the library another time…”

But to the eyes of Rove, Luciano’s expression is neutral, but satisfied with the results. “Even if it is on behalf of your classmate, I thank you for your assistance, Mr. Bogge,” he says with a nod. “I do not think there would be any fox beastmen who would pass by, but I will take the necessary precautions.” He then starts to go to the fence. “I will be breaking down the fence, but I will give the reward to your companion directly. Just let me know in which room he is in and whether he would want direct payment or the cooked chicken.”

A small part of him thought of making Rove carry the money or chicken himself, but something also thinks that he probably doesn’t want to become more of an errand boy than he already is. Plus, not only would it be detrimental to his personal agenda of finding more lackeys companions, it would also be rude to not meet this mysterious benefactor and thank him personally.

#Shadow on the moon at night #Thecoachman #Sorry its so late >< stupid tumblr #Bulletin board task completed!

When the topic of payment came up Rove pondered. He could just snag the money for himself and take it to the online casinos....he was itching for a bit of a spree...and he did all the heavy work. Part of him was irritated by the fact Luciano had watched him put it all up only to pull it straight down...could have at least waited for him to leave...

Several insults flew through his mind but he was too tired to say them outloud. Being outside in any amount of sun felt draining and honestly at this point he just wanted to crawl back inside and shower then game.

"You can just send the payment to them electronically. That's faster, their email should be in the manual." As much fun it would be to run off with the money he really didn't want to be bitched out in the dorms discord and have to deal with the backlash."You know how to do that right?" He asked a bit too mockingly in tone. Turning round he stretched his arms out in front of him. "Well you can sort it out with him. I'm going inside. It's hot and smells out here."

Giving Luciano a mocking dismissive gesture he started his way back to Ramshackle not waiting for the others' response. Feeling extremely done with playing messenger he quickly typed out a text to say he was done with the task.

He nodded slightly not knowing what he would have done if he had lost a single insect. It had been quite a task to get them out before things went truely to hell in Ignihyde that day. Hoisting the large ant farm from his bed wall had been a nightmare....but they were all safe.

"I guess..." He responded about his order. He already knew people found his habits and tastes weird but it made people less likely to pinch his things so to speak.

He looked to the third year again wondering if the other was teasing him or making a threat. He raised a brow...this was odd. Most people in Ignihyde feared him a bit. Especially after his programmed bugs made a name for themselves in his early years. Sometimes a bit of time out on someone's devices during peak gaming times in spite of an altercation gained you some respect and fear in a dorm where their tech was a life line.

Looking up to Solaris (curse all these tall men...was there something about non islanders that gave them tall genes?) He tried to read the others' expressions for a moment before chuckling slightly. What a poker face he respected it. "Well Upperclassman I'm sure we will be fine." He stepped forward with the queue. "Hopefully we will be back in our dorm soon. I miss the hum of computers...Ramshackle is...much too quiet in the white noise department for my liking....and too loud in the people department."

"Are you holding up alright? The damp and dust must be a nightmare on your arm. Though I guess you are doing vigorous maintenance for it."

galacticemperorsolaris

"Are sour things your favorite food? Or are you simply partial to that in drink form?" If Rove liked having that sort of thing all the time, he would be impressed that he was still alive, though truthfully, a lot of the Ignihyde students had interesting diets.

Solaris wasn't one to be afraid very often. After all, he'd beaten one of the worst illnesses you could be diagnosed with, though not without a loss. Adding to that, Solaris did not rely on his computer or "tech" as much as he did his robotics. He was definitely the odd one out in his dorm, as he was not into gaming nor did he need the internet to survive. The data on his computer was not particularly interesting, it had his homework and what seemed to be some sort of code for one of his personal projects, though it left little information on what it was.

The fact Rove wasn't scared by his threat, though it was an act, was something Solaris found intriguing, in a positive way. "Quite so. I plan on dealing with these ghosts personally. They have interfered with my plans long enough." This time he was serious. He planned to get to the root of the problem as soon as he could. "Is that so? You must be quite uncomfortable. Hopefully, we can all return to our dorms soon."

He tilted his head and looked down at his arm before looking at Rove again. "You underestimate me, Rove. I assure you my designs can handle far more than a little moisture and dust." He commented, keeping his cool, despite the minor insult, as Rove was just thinking about him. "If it were a cheap, manufactured arm then yes, there would be issues. However, it was made from scratch, by yours truly, with only the finest of materials."

#Shadow on the moon at night #galacticemperorsolaris

Rove pondered for a moment. "Yeah pretty much. I like the sweet but bitterness of it." He mused for a moment. People had joked that he drank battery acid and his desk often had multiple packets of sour gummy worms on it. Yeah his stomach likely was made of steel at this point. As the pair came to the front of the line Rove was quick to put in his order first feeling smug as the worker grimaced at the order before scurrying off to start prepping it. Likely judging the blonde the entire time.

He sighed as he waited looking at Solaris. "I would like to get back to my actual room as soon as possible." He murmured. His poor bugs had been in temporary cases for way too long. "I wasn't calling your tech cheap but Ramshackle has a dust and damp problem which I'm sure is not the best environment for your arm. The same as I have concerns for Ortho seeing delicate tech tends to fair poorly with irritants like black mould, fungal spores and rat fur." He scoffed slightly. "Take it from a professional basement dweller." shuffling slightly to the side as the barista returned to take Solaris's order Rove moved to wait by the pick up point for his battery acid like drink.

May's Meta post

Last minute meta post? I can do this but what to write about? Spins wheel

...ok then. So Rove is more than a little obsessed with Dice. If he sees a pretty set online he is quick to buy no questions asked. This impulsive love of growing his collection of maths rocks has caused him to have a large amount of dice in storage. But none of them are as loved as the first set he got. Gifted to him on his birthday as a kid by a visiting magician, a beautifully carved wooden set with skulls on them. While not smooth like his pretty resin sets and well worn from years of rolling they always seem to roll lucky for him. This is to the point that his coffin logo is this set of dice on two snake eyes. He stores most of his dice in a large plastic tub in his room with each set of dice in their own bag or mini box to keep them together in neat order so if he feels like using a particular set he can find them easily. When dice are brought the first thing is they are salt water tested to make sure they are not weighted. Some test rolls are done to check the smoothness and sound of the roll before they are cleaned, polished and stored away in the tub. Some dice are brought just for aesthetics but he still likes to test them just in case if he wants to use them on a whim. His goblin tendencies with dice does make getting him gifts really easy if you find a pretty set, especially a bug themed set. Instant win!

#I might just spit a seam now if I don't die laughing first!

fadedpagesandworldstages

╰┈➤ DIALOGUE PROMPTS : Assorted a set of various original dialogue prompts !

❝ i can’t do this without you. ❞ ❝ i need you, don’t you get that ? ❞ ❝ can we get takeout on the way back ? i have no desire to cook tonight. ❞ ❝ get away from me ! ❞ ❝ well, that’s a new one. ❞ ❝ i have decided that i will no longer be thinking. not a single thought in this head, from this point onward. ❞ ❝ i know i sound like a broken record, but you need to hear it. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea what time it is ? i’ve been waiting for you ! ❞ ❝ i’m starting to wonder if the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t that great after all. maybe i should stay in the dark. ❞ ❝ i’m fine ! i’m perfectly fine ! ❞ ❝ i know you’re ignoring me, but i’m going to keep talking anyways. ❞ ❝ when i enter the room, i should have a theme song. ❞ ❝ sometimes i wonder why there isn’t a laugh track whenever you enter the room. ❞ ❝ my list of grievances would be about a mile long. ❞ ❝ what were you thinking ? you could have been hurt ! ❞ ❝ you know that you can always call me when you need me. ❞ ❝ i want to complain, but i don’t even have the energy. ❞ ❝ you know that movie trope of sticking food into the dvd player ? yeah, turns out it really is a bad idea. ❞ ❝ i never wanted to be like you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t ask to be stuck with you. ❞ ❝ stay out of my way. ❞ ❝ stay out of this. ❞ ❝ who did you insult this time ? ❞ ❝ i may have insulted the wrong person. ❞ ❝ i hate them. i hate them, with their voice, and their perfect hair, and their deep eyes, and … ❞ ❝ it’s a wonder you’ve made it this far. ❞ ❝ let’s play a game, shall we ? ❞ ❝ go back to the shadows you came from. ❞

❝ you look like a mess. ❞ ❝ what is it going to take for you to talk to me ? ❞ ❝ here, let me fix it for you. have you never tied a tie before ? ❞ ❝ i have an extra ticket. do you want to come with me ? ❞ ❝ i have to catch them before they leave on their flight ! ❞ ❝ i ran here to catch you before you left. i need to tell you something. ❞ ❝ this is the leap of faith. ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me. ❞ ❝ i don’t believe we’ve met. ❞ ❝ so, you must be the infamous [ name ] . ❞ ❝ here, let me hold you … it’s going to be alright. ❞ ❝ i’ve been doomscrolling for the past three hours. i need to get out. ❞ ❝ would you like to go on a walk with me ? ❞ ❝ when was the last time you took a moment to just breathe and be in the moment ? ❞ ❝ you’re not the person i remember. you’ve changed. ❞ ❝ who hurt you ? ❞ ❝ someone who’s eaten that much ice cream is clearly not okay. come on, talk to me. ❞ ❝ have you tried turning it off and turning it back on again ? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry i’m late. ❞ ❝ i’ll go with you, if you don’t want to be alone. ❞ ❝ wow, that’s terrible. here, you try it. ❞ ❝ you’re soaked ! what were you doing out there ? did you forget an umbrella ? come inside so we can dry you off … ❞ ❝ i could listen to you talk for hours. ❞

#One more roll o'the dice oughta do it!#You must be - double dead!

coeurabyssal

[TEXT] - i will not hesitate to strangle you ____ Sometimes a simple mistype of one number can lead to an awkward situation. He received a dm on his magicam from his brother quoting a new number and barking some orders. With a roll of the eye he typed on his phone a response and clicked send....unfortunately he mistyped the number.... The message did not go to his brother...instead to the dorm head of Diasomnia. 🪳 > I will not hesitate to strangle you

" . . . "

He finally gets a new phone of sorts and... this is the message? It is not one of his memorized three numbers, either....

🐉 > Worm that you are, do you wish to burn amongst the cinders of hell? Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?

#Shadow on the moon at night #coeurabyssal #When Rove realises who is texting its gonna be funny af

Scoffing at the reply he felt baffled by his brother's sudden use of language and attitude. Had he been bingeing on some action fantasy shows?

Rolling his eyes he tapped lazily at his phone screen. 🪳 > Are you larping Reda? WTF Lmao you loser! You are being soooooooo cringe brother!

He huffed for a moment before realising he might as well use this as an opportunity to pass on a message.

🪳 > Oh tell Mom that i’m busy for the rest of the month with school stuff so i'm not coming home to work any time soon. Deal with it.

Nru:Strikers team one the next phase

Continued from here @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman _____ The world blurred as the group was pulled from the cemetery. A mixture of monochrome and lights till it melted into a grey generic fantasy land and Rove spent a moment to wonder if he was in one of Idia's vr worlds.

Grasping his shoulder that was still bleeding he stared round in confusion he hadn't heard the tink tink of the can falling from Luciano's hand onto the floor till her stepped on it and instinctively felt his body fly forward as it rolled under his foot and he slammed into the grey dirt below with a hearty thump.

"....ow..." He wheezed in pain looking up to see one Ghostly maiden giving him some bombastic side eye and scoffing. Groaning as pain shot through his shoulder he tried to sit up dirt on his face. “I hate this….”

#nru: strikers #Shadow on the moon at night #Rove having a bad day

Continued from here @rove-bogge @thecoachman @silverknightpiece

Rove had a point but the way he made his point made Jinx get second hand embarrassment. Still though, he wouldn’t complain about going down instead of up.

The graveyard, while a change of scenery, was an unwelcome surprise. Why would the ghost realm have a graveyard anyway? It’s not like you could die twice. Suddenly, there was giggling a few rows over and Jinx felt a chill down his spine.

“Did you guys hear that?” Of course they did, “… Are we seriously about to check on some creepy laughter in a ghost cemetery?”

一 last part here.

Silver can see Jinx get pushed back and out of the position he had taken just behind him. It was lucky that Silver hadn't jumped in the beginning, with how far out he had started. He unclipped his baton from his belt and took aim with his shards of ice just behind the ghastly child, taking a shot at her zooming back.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝟎.𝟓 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞.

The shards of ice hit, but the distance and aim were off. And moved; she really could. The ghost seemed to pivot on the spot and flail her way to Silver.

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 (⅗).

He did not expect to have his baton slammed back into his chest with the weight of a collision he didn't expect. He could feel his teeth rattle, and he was sent a few feet back into a large tombstone. He coughs and braces against it.

Luciano looks at the collision that Silver has been given, not to mention the rest of the damage caused by his inaction.

But at least he has been able to examine the spirit’s patterns.

He takes a breath and concentrates. A quiet hum comes from his magestone. A strangely disarming and dancelike shadow appears as Luciano casts the void spell. It disappears, but the ghost’s expression tells a different story.

Luciano deals 1.5 damage to Sally! (1.5HP left)

The spell seems to be gone now, but Sally now seems to have the same fearful look that Luciano had when she first attacked him. She tries to retaliate, but...

Sally misses Luciano!

...as Luciano simply ducks down, grabbing the mint in the process.

Mint leaves acquired!

He then stands at a relative distance from his three compatriots, in case any of them need to heal themselves at a moment's notice.

#nru: strikers #Shadow on the moon at night #Sorry I accidentally wrote like 400 words first and this was the best i could trim it to word count as ><#crossedtheline #silverknightpiece #Thecoachman

This was a clown fiesta… Rove could only Roll his eyes at Luciano’s gardening. Shield in hand He whistled at Sally to draw her focus.

"Come on... You're nothing more than a stupid Halloween prop just looking at you bores me!"

She turned to him as he braced himself shield up as the claws collided, he grimaced as his knees buckled slightly. How unexpected from the spirits? Pondering this realm it was almost impressive.

Deciding for a gambit he reduced the magic in his shield hearing it crack. Taking his chance to whip his magic pen, a string of frozen water magic shaped like a mace at Sally, grinning as it collided.

Rove Hits! Sally takes 1 point of damage!

The sound of shattering glass as claws broke through his shield, the magic dispersing as ghostly claws struck into his torso scrappin along his collarbone and shoulder with a cry he tossed her over his shoulder.

"NOW JINX!" Sally hits! Rove takes 1.5 points of Damage! Rove: 3.5/5 Hp

Continued from here @rove-bogge @thecoachman @silverknightpiece

Rove had a point but the way he made his point made Jinx get second hand embarrassment. Still though, he wouldn’t complain about going down instead of up.

The graveyard, while a change of scenery, was an unwelcome surprise. Why would the ghost realm have a graveyard anyway? It’s not like you could die twice. Suddenly, there was giggling a few rows over and Jinx felt a chill down his spine.

“Did you guys hear that?” Of course they did, “… Are we seriously about to check on some creepy laughter in a ghost cemetery?”

Going down the stairs and taking the platform of graves, considering what's happened so far at school already, Silver takes a few steps into the fog bound world, but does not pass where his teammates would believe he's leaving.

The graves are not what you'd want to see, but it's some form of civilization. Perhaps the ghosts kept them here because it was their own belongings, or perhaps it was a cruel joke that they slept there. The haunted sounds carried over to him, and Silver turned back to his team.

"A likely conclusion is that it's an apparition, especially where we reside now. If we need to, I volunteer to step forward and ask whatever we need." Silver did not care to take another step for emphasis, already willing to go ahead. "But is everyone alright with that?"

Luciano tries to hold a hand out to stop SIlver, but his conviction is firm. And then when the ghost girl challenged them to a game of hide-and-seek, to say that it was shameful was being generous. Luciano thought that his size could probably be hidden by a larger area, but to no avail as the ghost appears and finds them.

If there is one thing he doesn’t wish to be, it’s to become a ghost himself. And he knows that. So he takes out his magic pen...

Luciano misses! (Sally: 5/5 HP)

Sally hits for 0.5 damage! (Luciano: 4.5/5 HP)

But Sally was faster as she goes through Luciano. His arms shake. Why can’t he lift his arm? And why can’t he move?

He shakes his head out of it, and noticing the mint leaves on the side, he makes a mental note to pick those up later. Ghostly or not, it's food.

#Shadow on the moon at night #nru: strikers #thecoachman #silverknightpiece #crossedtheline

The ghost girl appearing was met with disappointed eyes. Man couldn't even do an Onryo impression to try and be somewhat scary.

As she swung at the group Rove was quick to pull out a shield. Solid and firm forming like a beetle's shell for ghostly claws to scrape against. Hard practices with Silver paying off as he smirks behind the ethereal shell.

Sally misses!

Spinning the pen round his fingers like rolling dice he prepared a void spell brewing and crackling as he seized up the moment she was busy with Luciano aiming his shot and firing.

Sailing and crackling through the air he grinned smugly ready to gloat....and it missed....

Rove misses!

galacticemperorsolaris

Continued from here with @rove-bogge

Nodding in understanding, he was unphased by the mention of bugs. In truth, he did not care for them, but he also wasn't afraid of them, they were nothing more than a minor nuisance at best. "Ah yes, your bugs. They're quite important to you, I gather?" He politely asked though he didn't really care. He could tell Rove was uncomfortable, though he wasn't sure if it was the situation or Solaris' presence. Perhaps a mix of both.

How interesting. He behaved like those he admired most... Keep squirming little bug, he found it all too amusing. What would happen if he shook the jar a little?

"Oh. That is…. quite the order." That sounded disgusting. No matter what combo it was, that was a hazard in a cup. The thought of drinking that…. combination was enough to make him wrinkle his nose in disgust. Rove was hardier than he had originally assessed from their initial meeting.

"Be careful what you wish for." He commented with a serious expression, looking over the clawed robotic fingers his right arm sported as he idly moved them up and down. before his gaze fell on Rove, a small smirk gracing his features, a menacing laugh following shortly after. He had no intention of harming him, but… there was no harm in scaring younger students just a little, right?

#Shadow on the moon at night #galacticemperorsolaris #He cares about Ignihyde students really but hes that bratty middle child who bullies everyone

He nodded slightly not knowing what he would have done if he had lost a single insect. It had been quite a task to get them out before things went truely to hell in Ignihyde that day. Hoisting the large ant farm from his bed wall had been a nightmare....but they were all safe.

"I guess..." He responded about his order. He already knew people found his habits and tastes weird but it made people less likely to pinch his things so to speak.

He looked to the third year again wondering if the other was teasing him or making a threat. He raised a brow...this was odd. Most people in Ignihyde feared him a bit. Especially after his programmed bugs made a name for themselves in his early years. Sometimes a bit of time out on someone's devices during peak gaming times in spite of an altercation gained you some respect and fear in a dorm where their tech was a life line.

Looking up to Solaris (curse all these tall men...was there something about non islanders that gave them tall genes?) He tried to read the others' expressions for a moment before chuckling slightly. What a poker face he respected it. "Well Upperclassman I'm sure we will be fine." He stepped forward with the queue. "Hopefully we will be back in our dorm soon. I miss the hum of computers...Ramshackle is...much too quiet in the white noise department for my liking....and too loud in the people department."

"Are you holding up alright? The damp and dust must be a nightmare on your arm. Though I guess you are doing vigorous maintenance for it."

Blinding white turns to grey as the temperature drops. For a moment it feels like he’s sinking through water till eyes flutter open to monochrome and the soft clutter of his feet landing on wood?Marbel? He wasn’t sure. He shuddered as the chill seeped into his clothing as he pulled out the mirror from his chest pouch to call through only to frown deeply as he received nothing back. Great a dud… Looking round he saw none of his team around. Alone, he clutched his jacket around him to try and comfort his stress as he started ascending the stairs calling out for anyone who could be near. As he turned one spiral he caught sight of someone ahead of him. Picking up pace into a run he gripped the side rail breath panting. “H-HEY!” He called out hoping the person ahead of him was another student. ~~~ @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman

rove-bogge:

“We should find the others…” He looked up and down the staircase but it seemed like it went on forever in both directions. Hands on the rails he lent over as much as he could without tipping over the edge to glance down then up. Lips tight in a frown as he couldn’t see anyone or anything…not even a floor or platform.

“I guess we pick a direction and keep going till we bump into someone or some information…” He muttered before looking at the group. Three second years and a first year quite a balanced team all round. “Going down would be less taxing than climbing stairs personally…Technically as well would give a better view point to any dangers we might come across.” Digging into his pockets he pulled out his pen glad it was there.

“What do people think?”

“... During Halloween I investigated the altar with Ortho. Someone had moved the candle to the Savanaclaw display, but I got clubbed with a brick before I could investigate properly. Recently I got locked in a storage shed,” he paused, “That tell you anything, Luciano?”

These guys wanted to stand around and chat instead of getting shit done. At least Rove was talking some sense. If they kept moving, they’d stumble upon something eventually, whether good or bad, the way out was not where they were standing. Although, a small part of him hoped Ember would come wandering out of the fog...

“I agree with Rove. If we start heading down, we can find a way forward faster and get the hell out of here.”

Rove's observations get to his turn, and after a pregnant pause, Silver pieces together information that he could remember. "Doors that lead you to separate locations. The main gate sends you back to square one once you hop it. The environment turns into your worst nightmare before your eyes. Doors that shouldn't exist appear before you and tempt you inside." He lists this off, "I've noticed all these things, yet no entities have been encountered outside of my time with Kalim. It didn't even kill the grass it trod upon."

Though the grass outside hadn't died due to the upcoming winter, Silver wonders now if the entire campus is in an isolated state. Time has been manipulated, but can a state of decay be maintained? For now, they'll need to move on.

He whispers to himself, "... going down would put us at a disadvantage with the stairs to our backs…"

Luciano raised a brow. Jinx might not have been the most useful, but Silver's is intriguing. Very good to know.

That said, as much as he can see on Rove and Jinx's logic on having to go down, it would only be worse if they have to run away from something.

"Higher ground will give us a bigger vantage point and defense against enemies." Luciano places the notebook back on his pocket. "And in case we do need to run, we're not exerting more stamina than we need to."

That said, he waves a hand. "But if you wish to go downstairs, that is fine as well. We would just need to guard our backs more."

#nru: strikers #Shadow on the moon at night

Rove pulled a face at the idea of going up...not only because of stamina but had neither of these two ever played a souls game? "Nah I've played plenty of Elden ring, you won't have advantage going blindly around a corner while exhausted." He huffed before withdrawing his pen and taking the first few steps down. 3 to 1 voting in favour of going down...kinder but he will take that.

It felt like hours of just plodding downwards. It was until they would finally see the fruits of their labour and see a door below. Old and rusted once opened the cold chill of air seemed to have gotten colder. Another set of stairs in front but nothing as long as the one they just left. As they reached the top it was clear they had entered a graveyard fog thick in the air.

Monthly Goal for May

Monthly Goal for Rove is to make some nice little graphics to use on posts like line breakers to make my posts look a bit more pleasing to the eye.

#Ashes to askes and dust to dust! Ohh... I'm feeling weak #Monthly Goals for Rove

Blinding white turns to grey as the temperature drops. For a moment it feels like he’s sinking through water till eyes flutter open to monochrome and the soft clutter of his feet landing on wood?Marbel? He wasn’t sure. He shuddered as the chill seeped into his clothing as he pulled out the mirror from his chest pouch to call through only to frown deeply as he received nothing back. Great a dud… Looking round he saw none of his team around. Alone, he clutched his jacket around him to try and comfort his stress as he started ascending the stairs calling out for anyone who could be near. As he turned one spiral he caught sight of someone ahead of him. Picking up pace into a run he gripped the side rail breath panting. “H-HEY!” He called out hoping the person ahead of him was another student. ~~~ @crossedtheline @silverknightpiece @thecoachman

Whipping around, Jinx made eye contact with Rove and grateful to see a familiar face, he ran to meet him and grabbed ahold of his arm.

“Dude, have you seen Ember? I talked to Luciano and Silver, we’ve all been separated from the others,” he asked with a shakiness that betrayed unspoken anxiety, “The mirrors aren’t working, neither are our phones. We’re cut off.”

Looking back to the other two, he sighed and pulled Rove along to join their group huddle. They were trapped in a maze of staircases, with no clue how to move forward. The more he tried to look for where to go next, the more nauseous he became.

“We have to find the others, or a way out, whichever comes first,” he said, although he was primarily interested in finding his friend.

Having been a part of the group from the start, Silver had watched the situation behind him happen with careful eyes. Nothing came from behind the final student and Silver was grateful the hypertension in Rove seemed to be from relief then fear of chase. The stairwell was seemingly empty with either a phantom draft or Silver's ears ringing from their transportation method.

Silver, standing closest to Luciano, looks from the scene and onto the staircase upwards from where they all had landed. His face was discontent from finding out their communications had all but shut down. But he wasn't going to dwell on that part after it became fate they'd be stranded together.

"Finding others in a place we know nothing of is more trouble than help." The thought of running around reminds him of Sebek, and danger. "We should explore our options within reason. I'm sorry to say."

A strange world like this definitely makes this world so lonely and dreary, though with the iconic silver hair from the boy with the same namesake, it's a silent relief that the two other people are people he knows and worked with in the passed.

No outside communication, and barely enough rations. It's surprising that it even hit the superfoods that he and Ruggie created specifically for extreme conditions like this.

"Splitting up will do no good," he says. After assessing the others, it wouldn't do well to panic. "And in an area like this, it would be best to gather as much information as we could." He takes out a small notebook from his pack. "If all of us share what sort of out-of-normal experiences you had back in the university before we were brought here, any sort of information is useful."

#nru: strikers #Rove like 'I know a thing or two about climbing staires...lets just not'

"We should find the others..." He looked up and down the staircase but it seemed like it went on forever in both directions. Hands on the rails he lent over as much as he could without tipping over the edge to glance down then up. Lips tight in a frown as he couldn't see anyone or anything...not even a floor or platform.

"I guess we pick a direction and keep going till we bump into someone or some information..." He muttered before looking at the group. Three second years and a first year quite a balanced team all round. "Going down would be less taxing than climbing stairs personally...Technically as well would give a better view point to any dangers we might come across." Digging into his pockets he pulled out his pen glad it was there.

“What do people think?”

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GO OUTSIDE- TOUCH GRASS MOSS

@rove-bogge : Rove is out of a rare moss that grows in the woods around campus that some of his bugs love to snack on. He needs quite a lot anyone want to help a Ignihyde touch grass....moss?

Water bottle... check. Phone... check. Jiji not hiding in my backpack... check.

Ember ran through his mental checklist as he got ready to go gather moss with Rove. It seemed like an odd way to spend the afternoon, spending time out in the woods and picking moss as a treat for bugs.

Frankly, he wouldn't even step foot in those woods usually. But...

He understood the importance of taking good care of one's pets. And he could use some time outside to keep his mind off of his impending doom the state of his life. So, he made sure his chair's tires were in the best shape and rolled himself outside to the meeting place they agreed on, right outside of the woods.

(EMBER -> ROVE: I am by our meeting place. See you soon.)

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