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GENESSIA: A PANFANDOM RPG
31 March 2018 @ 11:31 pm
26 February 2018 @ 09:38 pm
When: Now!
Where: Genessia City, for simplicity's sake.
Notes: Cole's power opt-in / flavor bonus! Please read if you want Cole to do his funky spirit boy thang to/about your character.
The boy with the big hat hadn't been here a few weeks ago. Months, yes, but not weeks, and he had no memory of walking these streets months ago.
Upon his arrival in Genessia, he'd made no noise, no splash. No confused posting to the network, no attention-grabbing shenanigans in person, nothing. Confused and out of place, but oh-so used to being confused and out of place, Cole had simply gathered what had been in the bed with him and wandered into the city in a wide-eyed silence.
Weeks ago.
Since then, people had started to find things they'd lost somewhere; smell and taste things that reminded them of better times. Small things, small comforts, easing small hurts and slipping away. No longer unseen or unremembered like he had been before, but Cole had learned to be quieter and more careful to make up for it.
He could be encountered in the midst of some errand or other, slipping honey into someone's tea while they weren't looking, or a plate of cookies onto a counter. Odd things, but small things, pocketing a plum as he walked by a fruit stand and leaving a coin in its place -- he'd at least learned to do that much, at some point.
"You have to pay for things or it will cause a ripple you didn't intend," the boy said to himself, quoting someone who wasn't there anymore. Then, quieter, as he veered to one side toward something he'd just felt or heard-- "Ripples, ripping, running away..."
Where: Genessia City, for simplicity's sake.
Notes: Cole's power opt-in / flavor bonus! Please read if you want Cole to do his funky spirit boy thang to/about your character.
The boy with the big hat hadn't been here a few weeks ago. Months, yes, but not weeks, and he had no memory of walking these streets months ago.
Upon his arrival in Genessia, he'd made no noise, no splash. No confused posting to the network, no attention-grabbing shenanigans in person, nothing. Confused and out of place, but oh-so used to being confused and out of place, Cole had simply gathered what had been in the bed with him and wandered into the city in a wide-eyed silence.
Weeks ago.
Since then, people had started to find things they'd lost somewhere; smell and taste things that reminded them of better times. Small things, small comforts, easing small hurts and slipping away. No longer unseen or unremembered like he had been before, but Cole had learned to be quieter and more careful to make up for it.
He could be encountered in the midst of some errand or other, slipping honey into someone's tea while they weren't looking, or a plate of cookies onto a counter. Odd things, but small things, pocketing a plum as he walked by a fruit stand and leaving a coin in its place -- he'd at least learned to do that much, at some point.
"You have to pay for things or it will cause a ripple you didn't intend," the boy said to himself, quoting someone who wasn't there anymore. Then, quieter, as he veered to one side toward something he'd just felt or heard-- "Ripples, ripping, running away..."
25 February 2018 @ 09:51 pm
[The camera is on, recording an... interesting... scene.
For once from this feed, it's a quiet one. Mordecai has turned it on, and gently set it down, to face...
A Meowth.
Of whom is just sitting there on the table, pleased as punch to be there.
Mordecai has taken a seat across from it, still within shot of the camera.... and just stares.
Just steeples his hands in front of his face.
And stares. Meowth doesn't really seem to notice, nor care, about its new owner, just comfortably curling up into a ball on the table and appearing to doze off as the almost expressionless cat just.... fucking stares.
At length, words]
... What do I do?
[Hear that. Hear the faint, growing horror? He had no idea what he was signing up for when he took that ticket down there.
Babies. Apparently.
He signed up for babies]
For once from this feed, it's a quiet one. Mordecai has turned it on, and gently set it down, to face...
A Meowth.
Of whom is just sitting there on the table, pleased as punch to be there.
Mordecai has taken a seat across from it, still within shot of the camera.... and just stares.
Just steeples his hands in front of his face.
And stares. Meowth doesn't really seem to notice, nor care, about its new owner, just comfortably curling up into a ball on the table and appearing to doze off as the almost expressionless cat just.... fucking stares.
At length, words]
... What do I do?
[Hear that. Hear the faint, growing horror? He had no idea what he was signing up for when he took that ticket down there.
Babies. Apparently.
He signed up for babies]
03 February 2017 @ 02:08 pm
Who: Tannusen and OPEN!
Where: Just some random park in Genessia City with a lot of NPC foot traffic.
What: Tannusen's out in public, during normal waking hours.
When: Daytime!
Warnings: Nah. Will update if it becomes necessary.
Tannusen had found a pretty ideal bench on which to set himself up for the day. He sat at one end of it, a backpack sitting on the ground by his foot. One leg was folded over the other, a lined legal notepad of yellow paper balanced on his lap.
The pooka glanced up at people over his glasses as they went by, sometimes seeming to study them and sometimes disregarding what he saw with no apparent rhyme or reason. The mechanical pencil in his gloved hand moved with few pauses, sometimes scratching a word or five and sometimes... drawing? Was he drawing?
Okay, one... why would he do that? Two, on lined paper? And three... no, really, what was he up to?
Where: Just some random park in Genessia City with a lot of NPC foot traffic.
What: Tannusen's out in public, during normal waking hours.
When: Daytime!
Warnings: Nah. Will update if it becomes necessary.
Tannusen had found a pretty ideal bench on which to set himself up for the day. He sat at one end of it, a backpack sitting on the ground by his foot. One leg was folded over the other, a lined legal notepad of yellow paper balanced on his lap.
The pooka glanced up at people over his glasses as they went by, sometimes seeming to study them and sometimes disregarding what he saw with no apparent rhyme or reason. The mechanical pencil in his gloved hand moved with few pauses, sometimes scratching a word or five and sometimes... drawing? Was he drawing?
Okay, one... why would he do that? Two, on lined paper? And three... no, really, what was he up to?
Current Music: Stabilo - Flawed Design
31 January 2017 @ 09:28 pm
( Dressing like a bad guy )
***
Ted needed to get his mind off murderers for a while. And what better way to do that than recite poetry to the confused looks of pedestrians everywhere? Colorful verse rolled off a colorfully dressed man.
"There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true,
the heart is conquered, and accepts these things.
‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,
‘who comes here to seduce our intellect?
Is his power so great we must reject
every other intellectual art?
The heart replies ‘O, meditative mind
this is love’s messenger and newly sent
to bring me all Love’s words and desires.
His life, and all the strength that he can find,
from her sweet eyes are mercifully lent,
who feels compassion for our inner fires."
***
Ted needed to get his mind off murderers for a while. And what better way to do that than recite poetry to the confused looks of pedestrians everywhere? Colorful verse rolled off a colorfully dressed man.
"There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true,
the heart is conquered, and accepts these things.
‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,
‘who comes here to seduce our intellect?
Is his power so great we must reject
every other intellectual art?
The heart replies ‘O, meditative mind
this is love’s messenger and newly sent
to bring me all Love’s words and desires.
His life, and all the strength that he can find,
from her sweet eyes are mercifully lent,
who feels compassion for our inner fires."
19 January 2017 @ 01:52 pm
This is exactly why you don't trust scientists.
Don't get me wrong, I'm as fond of education and exploration as anyone else, but really this problem would have been solved before it even started if we just burned all of the offenders notes and maybe buried his research under a few tons of cement.
Drastic, maybe, but I find it'd probably be a great deal less damaging to the population at large that way.
It'd be just awful if there were to be a Guardian compromised by this.
Can you even imagine.
I hope we've all taken something very important from this, when someone suggests testing a hitherto unknown and possibly dangerous chemical substance on an unknowing populace, we don't just stop at firing them.
If they don't have the moral compass to not suggest using an entire city as a pack of guinea pigs, they probably don't have the moral compass to not do it anyway when you tell them no.
Have we learned nothing from fifties sci fi movies?
Don't get me wrong, I'm as fond of education and exploration as anyone else, but really this problem would have been solved before it even started if we just burned all of the offenders notes and maybe buried his research under a few tons of cement.
Drastic, maybe, but I find it'd probably be a great deal less damaging to the population at large that way.
It'd be just awful if there were to be a Guardian compromised by this.
Can you even imagine.
I hope we've all taken something very important from this, when someone suggests testing a hitherto unknown and possibly dangerous chemical substance on an unknowing populace, we don't just stop at firing them.
If they don't have the moral compass to not suggest using an entire city as a pack of guinea pigs, they probably don't have the moral compass to not do it anyway when you tell them no.
Have we learned nothing from fifties sci fi movies?
08 November 2016 @ 04:36 am
Who: Open to all!
What: Koumyou Sanzo's arrival in Genessia.
Where: The Bay
When: Mid-November
Warnings: Nah. A single manga panel of Koumyou's death, but it's super not-graphic by itself.
( But ultimately, impermanence is our only truth. )
What: Koumyou Sanzo's arrival in Genessia.
Where: The Bay
When: Mid-November
Warnings: Nah. A single manga panel of Koumyou's death, but it's super not-graphic by itself.
( But ultimately, impermanence is our only truth. )
16 October 2016 @ 10:56 am
Who: Cole, Astronema
What: Astronema is experiencing a very long version of most of this. Unnaturally long, but she has failing cybernetic parts drilled into her, so. Toss that in with layers and layers of conflicting brainwashing, and we have a very befuddled Astronema. Cole does what Cole does... he helps.
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: (mild) surgical gore
[ OOC: current appearance is from the end of PRiS. ]
Search, said her instincts. For what? Astronema didn't know. Search, was all she knew, through the garbled static of her mind. And so she did, swaying slightly as she walked, the Wrath Staff lowered at her side. Sometimes, she reached out with her free hand toward something only she could see, her dark green eyes wide and unfocused. Wondering. Gloved fingers would flex, searching, and then her hand lowered again, each time.
Blood marked her path. Just a drip here, a drip there. Drip, drip, drip. Not enough to be dangerous, just a thin rivulet streaming down the side of her face from one of the places the defunct implant had been forcibly drilled into her skull. The cybernetics were half-crumbled, frayed and fried, with the occasional arc of purple energy leaping from wire to wire in a dangerous crackle. Now and then, the same thing happened across her shoulders; down her arms; across her torso. Everywhere the failing cybernetics had been installed.
The Queen of Darkness didn't seem very aware of her surroundings, and occasionally she simply collapsed mid-step like a puppet with its strings cut. Down she'd stay, for anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes, before lurching back to her feet with a crackle of power and a smear of blood left on the ground.
Search.
In one town, Astronema crossed the street in front of a speeding car. She had the reflexes to jump out of the way, swaying for a moment before continuing onward. In another town, this one dark in more ways than one, something leaped out at her, lunging for her throat. The Queen barely spared it a glance, white-hot purple lightning searing it to ash at her feet.
Destroy? Search.
What: Astronema is experiencing a very long version of most of this. Unnaturally long, but she has failing cybernetic parts drilled into her, so. Toss that in with layers and layers of conflicting brainwashing, and we have a very befuddled Astronema. Cole does what Cole does... he helps.
Where: Genessia City
Warnings: (mild) surgical gore
[ OOC: current appearance is from the end of PRiS. ]
Search, said her instincts. For what? Astronema didn't know. Search, was all she knew, through the garbled static of her mind. And so she did, swaying slightly as she walked, the Wrath Staff lowered at her side. Sometimes, she reached out with her free hand toward something only she could see, her dark green eyes wide and unfocused. Wondering. Gloved fingers would flex, searching, and then her hand lowered again, each time.
Blood marked her path. Just a drip here, a drip there. Drip, drip, drip. Not enough to be dangerous, just a thin rivulet streaming down the side of her face from one of the places the defunct implant had been forcibly drilled into her skull. The cybernetics were half-crumbled, frayed and fried, with the occasional arc of purple energy leaping from wire to wire in a dangerous crackle. Now and then, the same thing happened across her shoulders; down her arms; across her torso. Everywhere the failing cybernetics had been installed.
The Queen of Darkness didn't seem very aware of her surroundings, and occasionally she simply collapsed mid-step like a puppet with its strings cut. Down she'd stay, for anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes, before lurching back to her feet with a crackle of power and a smear of blood left on the ground.
Search.
In one town, Astronema crossed the street in front of a speeding car. She had the reflexes to jump out of the way, swaying for a moment before continuing onward. In another town, this one dark in more ways than one, something leaped out at her, lunging for her throat. The Queen barely spared it a glance, white-hot purple lightning searing it to ash at her feet.
Destroy? Search.
28 September 2016 @ 01:34 am
Who: Cole, Alleyana Lavellan
What: Gardening and grooming. No, really... Cole's hair is terrifying under that hat, okay? Someone has to do something about it, and Dorian isn't here.
Where: Genessia City - Riverplace Square - Apartment 109
Warnings: Nah
- - - - -
Alleyana was in her room, pouring potting soil into one of the eight large gardening pots she'd purchased in Attleton. Her room had two windows, so she'd lined the pots up four to a window. Each was broad enough to stand in, and so there were no gaps between them.
Hopefully, the seeds she'd carried with her would get enough light to grow... she figured they would; the courtyard in Skyhold had often been heavily shadowed by the tall walls around it. Still, it was a concern.
She lifted another full bag of soil with a soft grunt, her stumpy left arm under the bag while her right hand controlled the pour. Alley had taken her gauntlet off, leaving only the soft leather glove beneath it; the better to not punch holes in the bags of dirt.
What: Gardening and grooming. No, really... Cole's hair is terrifying under that hat, okay? Someone has to do something about it, and Dorian isn't here.
Where: Genessia City - Riverplace Square - Apartment 109
Warnings: Nah
- - - - -
Alleyana was in her room, pouring potting soil into one of the eight large gardening pots she'd purchased in Attleton. Her room had two windows, so she'd lined the pots up four to a window. Each was broad enough to stand in, and so there were no gaps between them.
Hopefully, the seeds she'd carried with her would get enough light to grow... she figured they would; the courtyard in Skyhold had often been heavily shadowed by the tall walls around it. Still, it was a concern.
She lifted another full bag of soil with a soft grunt, her stumpy left arm under the bag while her right hand controlled the pour. Alley had taken her gauntlet off, leaving only the soft leather glove beneath it; the better to not punch holes in the bags of dirt.
24 September 2016 @ 03:21 pm
( OOC: Takes place after the cure. )
( Scenario 01 - Attleton - from green palm to green thumb )
( Scenario 02 - Genessia City - bloody days ahead )
( Scenario 03 - Genessia City [ locked to housemates: Merrill, Cole ] - down time )
( Scenario 01 - Attleton - from green palm to green thumb )
( Scenario 02 - Genessia City - bloody days ahead )
( Scenario 03 - Genessia City [ locked to housemates: Merrill, Cole ] - down time )
21 September 2016 @ 01:26 pm
Welcome to Happy Heights!
Attleton's premier amusement park!
Or at least it used to be.
Attleton's mayor has mentioned the unfortunate only access point to the items needed to make the tonic that will cure the tragic sense-depriving infection that's going around. They'd thought the disease was gone, so they hadn't bothered to maintain the area, but the wells are Happy Heights are the only place that's still going down to the aquifer. They could drill down but-- well, they don't have time for that before the disease really sets into permanence! The number of freak incidences and the decrepit state of the theme park will make it difficult to maneuver, but they've notified the electric company to turn the power on so that people can navigate their way through the park in order to gather the ingredients to make the cure.
Unfortunately, since it's been so long since the park's been opened, rain water and nature have all but wiped the park's map into illegibility. You're on your own for exploration and it's time to find at least four wells from different parts of the park. There are many, but none are a walk in the park to get to! They used to be part of a collection game kids could play when they came into the park.
The mayor warns everyone that the cure is incredibly sensitive to sunlight and oxygenation from the atmosphere- by the time a person can get four, the first extracted water will have their bioluminescence diminished. (And going to that park in the dark... it's too dangerous, he wouldn't recommend it!) It probably won't make it out of the park, so drink it right away! Good luck!
OOC NOTES: There will be different areas listed for different flowers that have soaked into the wishing wells' aquifer. Each area will have a couple of different scenarios you can play out- you're responsible for playing them out and you're welcome to have a blast with whatever you want to do! If you don't want to play it out but you did play sensory deprivation, feel free to handwave your character getting a cure, but remember: If you manage to have at least four different threads with 10 comments from your character, your character will receive an Attleton Charm ICly and for 'exceptionally valiant efforts' in eliminating the disease. (3 month prize claim limit puts this prize available until Dec. 21st.) To claim a charm, click here. Good luck!
Don't forget: If your character tampers with any of the things that are set up to get access to wells except when stated, the ride may explode or collapse, cutting off the well. Pretty unstable park, you know.
If your character wants to explore more of the park than where the wells are, they're more than welcome to. Feel free to make your own thread if you just want to have your character playing on any rides or doing things that they want- get creative, have fun, but the only areas with wells are those listed.
20 September 2016 @ 11:42 am
[The video feed showed mostly just...a hat. A big hat with a metal cap and a floppy brim.]
Hello! I'm Cole!
[He sounded very pleased with himself and the hat turned as he looked at someone off camera.]
Did I do it right?
[A faint voice said "yes" in response. He looked back at the camera. The view was still mostly hat.]
I think I'll like this place. I'm here to help! I hope I can help.
Hello! I'm Cole!
[He sounded very pleased with himself and the hat turned as he looked at someone off camera.]
Did I do it right?
[A faint voice said "yes" in response. He looked back at the camera. The view was still mostly hat.]
I think I'll like this place. I'm here to help! I hope I can help.
20 September 2016 @ 11:28 am
[Alley can't hear. That means she can't hear herself, either. What do you do when you can't hear yourself? You talk louder. The Inquisitor is no exception.]
Why can't I hear anything?
[It's not quite a shout, but it's close.]
Someone point me at the source of this curse so I can kick its ass.
Why can't I hear anything?
[It's not quite a shout, but it's close.]
Someone point me at the source of this curse so I can kick its ass.
20 September 2016 @ 10:05 am
Who: Team Dragon Age: Merrill, Cole, and Alleyana.
When: Slightly backdated to just after the latest issue of the newspaper.
What: Bounty log, and Cole's entrance to the game!
It was a small keep. Stone walls, wooden doors, thick mud. There was a final check of equipment, and Alleyana rolled her shoulders with a crunching pop before bracing herself and kicking in the wooden door. It hit the wall beside it with a thunderous crack! and the Inquisitor stepped inside.
"Hey, ass-demon!" she taunted, voice echoing loud and deliberate. Focus on her, not on the mage behind her. Focus on her. "Let's fucking dance!"
There was movement on the stairs going up; the crackle of fire as a ball of it launched at her head. Alley ducked behind her shield and charged forward and up the stairs to close the gap. She was very good at grabbing and keeping an enemy's attention -- at keeping it off her companions, to give them space.
Now to see what Merrill did with it.
When: Slightly backdated to just after the latest issue of the newspaper.
What: Bounty log, and Cole's entrance to the game!
Fayren- - - - -
Cursed Blade – A man has come into contact with a cursed sword. The sword apparently housed a demon, and picking it up allowed the man to be possessed. He has extreme strength and magic at his disposal. Defeating the man and breaking the blade is the only way to free him. A level 3 payment is being offered to anyone that can accomplish this.
It was a small keep. Stone walls, wooden doors, thick mud. There was a final check of equipment, and Alleyana rolled her shoulders with a crunching pop before bracing herself and kicking in the wooden door. It hit the wall beside it with a thunderous crack! and the Inquisitor stepped inside.
"Hey, ass-demon!" she taunted, voice echoing loud and deliberate. Focus on her, not on the mage behind her. Focus on her. "Let's fucking dance!"
There was movement on the stairs going up; the crackle of fire as a ball of it launched at her head. Alley ducked behind her shield and charged forward and up the stairs to close the gap. She was very good at grabbing and keeping an enemy's attention -- at keeping it off her companions, to give them space.
Now to see what Merrill did with it.