Commission for Sephe and Kitty of Ebon Hawk.
tehjai: you are a braver person than i — do you have to transcribe from screencaps?
At first I did, screencapping things and then transcribing them over to a text format for easier posting which was a horrible pain in the ass not to mention rough on the fingers because some of those RPs were loooooong (#19 for instance turned into a whooole night thing and was 22-ish pages in the end @_@ )
But then I saw how Ranai just image-formats her stuff and used that method, which has made me more thorough in capturing RPs because hey, less typing. Cheer.
Because I really must be a masochistic individual sometimes, I did a thing! I know I love reading other people’s RP logs and people have expressed enjoyment in reading mine so I figured I would make my current collection of logs available to people to read. Granted, I only seriously started making logs a few months back so the first year of RP is primarily Caspira, Laz’ab, Azil’mort RP since I usually stole what Sak and Gelly did >_>
Of course please pay special attention to the disclaimer at the top: These RP Logs are purely for the purpose of entertainment for those who enjoy reading about the exploits of involved characters. Information, plots, conversations within them are not for In-Character use for anybody other than the characters involved.
Without further ado: RHOMEL LEGACY RP LOGS
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It was dark. A smothering black that prevented her from seeing beyond the tips of her outstretched fingers as she searched for something that existed beyond her small slice of quiet. There was something hunting in the dark, a quiet presence that made Caspira’s skin crawl and the fine hairs at the back of her neck stand on end…
A trembling hiss filled the air, strings plucked in the dark that shuddered all around her without quite touching her. The vibrations hummed through the air and if she moved… if she moved it would have her.
The Spider was here.
"People like us get what they deserve."
Just a fun little doodle :D
The Serexiths and their games… not to mention twisted humor (what lovely cupcakes Caspira will be sure to share).
Sounds like Caspira had fun last night with Exvind and Valere. But can she NOW see why kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch?
"Do I seee why? I think I have some time.. No, I can’t see why they love it, the crunch and sugar and the textures are terrible and you know what though, I also know I can’t See why but I think I know a little secret. They can’t See why either."
I have got to say, nobody sets an atmospheric stage and a devious sadistic little game like exvind and Valere ( infiniteprobabilities). Tonight’s RP was awesome and creepy and fun and had some legitimately disturbing moments, and legitimately funny ones too.
The thought came to her so quickly and from out of nowhere that she stilled immediately, the sharp bite of anger retreating in the clarity of thought. Her fingers were aching; the datapad in her grip clenched so hard it had started to bow in the center and the crackling sound she thought existed only in her mind turned out to have been the screen giving way beneath her anger. Taking a calming breath, she set it aside before she could do further damage and stared up at the white glare of her ship’s overhead lights. Beneath the anger was the real reason for her retreat back to her home, and it clawed briefly at her throat as she peeled past the anger. Panic.
Things had started so simply: a growing threat and a well planned solution. This was something she had done before as a neutralizer: find a problem, plan the solution and execute. Usually she handled it all herself, aligning tasks, action and reaction with well honed instinct built from watching her target and then taking them out quickly, quietly and completely. Paranoia was a common issue with the types she hunted but they all had their weaknesses. The troublesome ones, the ones meant to be removed, always did.
Letting herself think that a personal stake in her current self-assigned mission would make things no different than usual had been a glaring mistake that she had been too slow to realize.
Caspira/Cipher 12 minimalist stuff. I honestly like the first one even if it isn’t Aurebesh (that hourglass yes)
"I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but will you please open the door and just tell me to my face instead of dodging me? I feel like a fool standing out here." I wasn’t the first time Caspira had talked to a closed door, it wasn’t anything spectacular in and of itself. But it was the first time Arring wasn’t answering her since he had come back. They’d had their problems, certainly. She knew the way he looked at her and how it made her gut drop into those memories with a wistful sort of longing, but it had been tempered by an understanding that the old days were dead and gone. He was still her oldest friend though, had guided her in those first treacherous steps into the Agent program. Had taught her how to deal with loss. This wasn’t like him.
Resting her forehead against the door of his apartment, she hooked her palm over the access panel and blew out a breath. “Arring, I know your entry code. Don’t make me force my way in there.” Still no answer. He wasn’t answering any of his handful of communication frequencies, wasn’t responding to any of the messages she left in his rarely-checked drops. It was a bit painful to think he was trying to cut her out of his life, but she understood the reasons why. “Arring please.” Eyes closing fractionally, she tapped in his entry code and felt the door unlock beneath her touch. “I need your help.”
The door swung open smoothly but she stood paralyzed in the doorway. Empty. The room was empty, the furniture gone, the bits of personality he had decorated his living space were missing. No, not missing… almost as if they had never been.
Brows furrowing, she stepped into the room and wandered further, fingers trailing over countertops and picking up a thin film of dust. The room even smelled as if it had been empty for a long time. Impossible, he had been here only days before…
Her quick search of the apartment revealed nothing. Not a note, not a clue, not a single indication that the place had ever seen occupation. The emptiness was familiar in it’s own way and she sighed as she moved toward the door, still trying to accept the truth that settled in closer.
Arring was gone. “Dead” again.
(In response to This)
Another portrait! I enjoyed doing this one as well - was for Gamma from CantaJade. :D