This is the official continuation of
this thread, please keep to the rules this time, and that is the SPIRIT of the rules, not the letter. The rules and locale are new, so you have to reread the new ones, I have sometimes edited a random word in the copypasted areas to waste your time making you reread those to.
Rules:This is a forum roleplay thread, based of the various things that spontaneously pop up here as well as other threads like this etc.
It is ROLEPLAY ENFORCED, and your character is your forum persona, generally it's based of your avatar and/or name. You will have all memories from forum happenings etc.
The room is a metaphor for the thread, meaning no RP of things outside the room in the thread, and things referred to outside the room should correspond to things found in another thread.
Feel free to introduce items thou, especially those that are metaphors for things on the forum. However, NO NPCs are allowed, you can only have one character in the room at any given time, if you want borderline cases like hive minds contact me over PM first whit the specifics.
NO serious combat, bar fight type events are OK as long as they are limited (if you use explosives or magic that consume souls, it's not limited), so are death threats and backstabbing murder, but nothing that can qualify as warfare.
try not to be TO nonsensical, no more than the averge level of how VN was.
The purpose of this thread is to have characters sitting around talking about the past of VN and musing philosophically, whit the occasional romantic subplot or exchange of equipment between characters thrown in, as well as a peaceful base from which to launch forum happenings that may be of a more violent nature and watch them from afar. This is not an arena.
Try not to pretend there is balance were there is not, or commit plot fallacies, a quote from the previous thread that illustrates this problem: "why is the Good of Blood an anime mascot reject?"
This rules post might be changed or expanded later, if found necessary.
From the expanses of the Finally Section, you have descended into the depths of Forum Games and Roleplay, searching those marble halls you find an interesting thread called "RP once more: Of Hugs, Nostalgia, and Forum Nonsense. v2.0", you deicide to pay it a visit.
You walk down a long corridor, which turns at right angels in a few places, in the end of the last one is a portal suspended in a gold structure, just before the portal is a locked iron door wich says "portal control room". In front of the portal partially blocking it is a large ornate copper signpost whit a series of rules, as well as stating the portal leads to "RP once more: Of Hugs, Nostalgia, and Forum Nonsense. v2.0" and that this plane is the teritory of Armok and that any breach of the rules or destruction of property will rain his godly wrath upon you.
As you enter the portal, you find yourself on an obsidian platform about 50 meters in diameter magically hovering just above the highest cloud layers of a gas giant, the floor is masterfully engraved, and the thing looks like it was maybe in one piece by magma poured in a mould rather than built. thin gothic obsidian arcs support a diamond dome made by thousands of diamond blocks grafted so masterfully together that at no point does diffraction obscure vision. The gravity is abaut 0.7g, and atmosphere inside the sphere identical to those in the corridors behind. The platform is furnished like a meating hall/dining room/recreational area, whit robust looking Victorian mahogany furniture. Much of the furniture is unfamiliar, and some clearly for use by creatures whit a build very different from humanoid, one such piece of furniture is supporting this side of the portal.
One one table a buffet of no specific theme, tempting luxurious appearance, and pleasures of the nose.
The scenery outside is breathtaking. Beneath a cloudscape of epic proportions unfolds, coloured cyan by methane. At the horizon the large disk of the nearest sun covers about 30 degrees of the sky, making the room intensely bright whit the eternal sunset caused by the gas giants tidally locked orbit around it. Further filling the sky is the second sun far away, the giant bright red rings of the giant coloured a vibrant red by the fertile iron ores they overflow whit. This near the galactic core stars are far more numerous and brighter than what most are used to, and the impression is enhanced by the hundreds of moons that circle the giant.
The only current resident is Armok:
Nonchalantly in a very caty pose best described as "smeared" on a stuffed pice of furniture of unfamiliar and bizarre design in the middle of the room, his current avatar looks like he gave up on holding back: A black cat, slightly anthropomorphic, about hobbit-sized, whit 4 arms and about half as many legs, and a tail slightly longer than the body, oversized, animesque head, eyes that looks like the answer to "How many Hollywood pyrotechnics does it take to screw in a light bulb?", claws and teeth made from steel as usual. but this time the steel is not stainless and indeed there are some faint stylish traces of rust, and the claws and teeth are slightly oversized, I could go on but you probably get the point by now. He is wearing a single piece thing that looks like the bastard son of a trenchcoat, a hooded tunic, and a rainbow. His current smile is slightly more "kavai" than "cute", which is probably to blame on someone showing him anime again, or maybe it's just to fit the style of the body.
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