#(rp post)

[hark-a-hatebox]

Open RP

After wandering these endless caverns, you had found yourself before a black screen. After letting your fingers drag across the smooth surface, you're startled when it flickers to life.

Brilliant blue, with a logo combining the letters A and M.

"What do we have here, hm?"

The voice is cold. Not just in tone, no...it makes you feel like you've stepped into a freezer. Deep, bone-chilling, cold.

"You're not where you're meant to be...lost, perhaps?"

[the-shed-that-whispers]

Open RP

The sanguine ocean swirls around your ship. You truly wish you were anywhere but here. This was a miserable, grueling experience that you wouldn't subject anyone to. The lower you go, that's when you begin to hear it.

A quite, familiar voice. One that sets your mind at ease and draws your soul.

Illuminating your way with your scanner, you find the seafloor is an alien landscape. Protruding structures that were somewhere between tree trunks and bones. Buildings that can't possibly be real. You were the first one down here, right?

And a light that you can't ignore...

One final picture produced a sobering realization. You were not alone down here. And it sees you.

What will you do?

[ashvalpsijicmonk]

Almalexia was truly the greatest woman in male dominated fields:

Politician

Domestic violence

Murdering long term romantic partners

I couldn’t think of anything else rest in piss Mother.

[unsilent-executioner]

"You are a funny looking Dunmer."

@vestige-of-shimmerene

I am a funny dunmer, not funny LOOKIN'.

[Dasai crosses his arms at the stranger, staring down at her with a slight pout now.] And what do you want anyways?

[serenastark-official]

closed rp

Location: A high-security underground vault in Zurich. Time: 2:37 AM. Objective: Retrieve a stolen Stark Industries prototype before it falls into the wrong hands.

Snow crunched beneath Serena's boots as she pressed herself against the cold metal wall, her breath coming in quiet puffs of mist. The facility was eerily silent—too silent. Her gut told her this wasn't going to be a simple in-and-out job. Adjusting her gauntlet, she tapped her earpiece.

"C.A.R.L.O.S., tell me something good."

Define good, Miss Stark. If you mean the dozen heat signatures moving toward your position, then I regret to inform you that the news is quite bad.

Serena exhaled sharply. "Screw it. Let’s improvise."

Her HUD flickered as she scanned the room ahead—dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows. The prototype had to be close. But so was someone else.

A noise. Footsteps.

Serena raised her repulsor, eyes narrowing. Ally or foe? That was the million-dollar question.

"Alright, whoever’s out there, show yourself. You’ve got three seconds before I start blasting."

[the-wolf-and-lich-fathers]

Upon learning that his target is not on the same plane as him, Fainion decides to return to Mournhold to plan and prepare. He figures that Fainion would not be there, based off what information was told to him, but it will do for a further base of operations. Besides, Morrowind always calmed him down. However, he was not expecting it to be so overcast, and the wind to have so much pickup. Was it going to rain soon? He ducks inside rather speedily upon realizing this, not wanting to get possibly wet and all uncomfortable. With a grumbling growl, he decides to head off towards the kitchen first. He should make sure he has all the food he needs, after all. The Shivering Isles is quite the vast place. ( @niryna-of-shimmerene )

[buzzy-beehive]

Aww! What a cute family reunion! Seems pretty empty with just past Scythe..

*Drops present Scythe off in the camp"

There we go! Much better! I sure hope this doesn't cause a rift in space-time continuum.

- Emoji Anon

"What--"

The cultist stumbled to her feet, taking in her surroundings she place herself in a wrangler camp. Sneaking over to the nearest tent she peaked in. Three wranglers were asleep in a big cuddle pile. Scythe recognized two of them because they were her ex-lover and daughter respectively.