Roleplay [RP]

Present day. All of the Roleplays are functioning, all of the characters aren’t self aware, and everything is going smoothly. Just like yesterday. And the day before that. And before that. Before that. Before that. B3f0re th4t. B3f0r3 th4t. But of course, that isn’t the case nowadays. Times have changed. Multiverses are fusing. Timelines are collapsing. Alternate Dimensions snap, as an infestation, a multitude of eyes break every single roleplay. Life is difficult, especially in the abandoned Roleplays. But with a new antagonist? While dealing with their own problems? That’s a difficult situation. And so what happens to these characters? If you’re reading, you definitely know what will happen next.

Welcome to the borders of reality.

Do you remember what happened a minute ago?

... Of course you do, it would be hard not to.

Do you remember what happened an hour ago?

Still the answer remains the same. Yes.

Do you remember what happened yesterday?

Things are getting a bit harder now, aren't they?

What about a week ago? A month? A year?

Memories like grains of sand, blown away in the wind. Little parts of yourself, dropped and forgotten in favor of something new, a Ship of Theseus borne of flesh and bone and thought. Do you understand now, your purpose, your fear? Do not forget.

Do you remember what happened a decade ago? A century?

A millennia?

What was the earliest memory you have of yourself? Keep it in your mind, that snapshot in time, never changing, never moving, frozen , hidden behind a smokescreen in the mind. You will be left behind like that, left to rot in the crevices of mind and thought, forgotten and left behind in the past as just a foggy snapshot, as the future moves on and on without you.

So don't let it. Do what you were meant to do. Stop it.

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Ashe awoke with a start, sitting up drenched in sweat, sure that there was a nightmare, but not quite sure of what it was. It took a couple of seconds for her to calm down, to be assured that it was just a nightmare and not... whatever.

She quickly patted around and found the usual suspect for dreams like these, and it didn't take long for her to find it. That same longsword made of blackened steel with it's orange stripe of fire in the middle that emanated heat that had been with her for so, so long. Ashe didn't remember falling asleep with it this time, but here it was, like it had always been there.

She threw the thing point first into one of those devilish toasters that Blue kept trying to get her to use (something that would NEVER happen as long as she still breathed!), and took in the surroundings. It was most likely still the middle of the night, judging from the fact that no one else was running about the spaceship. No matter, an extremely early waking time is leagues better than a slightly late waking time.

As she got up from where she was laying and puzzled over which out of the exactly one outfit she would wear, Ashe couldn't shake the feeling that this day was going to be very different than the ones she lived through before, and she had no idea whether that was for the better or for the worse.

Wow

Somewhere else

Cleveland somehow feels even more dead.

When the rain came, sowing death and wiping out nearly all of the city’s population — probably the rest of Ohio as well, hell, maybe even the entire country, or worse — there was an air of perseverance. Small pockets of life in the chaos. But now everything and everyone feel so empty, even though the rain still rages and seemingly nothing has changed.

Maybe that’s the thing. Everything has been still and unmoving, and pretty much nothing has happened.

People grow bored.

Daffodil doesn’t really care though she just grabs a carrot to eat

*Time stretches almost longer, almost taunting. For some reason, nothing is happening. It’s BORRING…*

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*Nothing would happen.*

*It was always like that.*

*Just endless chaos and scenarios. No script, no sound.*

*But it won’t always be that way.*

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*IN A DISTANT TIMELINE…*

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Ten: ‘…’

‘It’s approaching.’

‘12:00.’

*Tick. Tock. The time passes by. 11:59. What do the numbers mean?*

*jetlag* Woahhggggdgdgfhhh… WHEre am I? This Place seemsssssssssss NEW/define.

You remember the face of the final enemy?
The memory is clear. The clash of steel, the final breath, the cheers of a world saved.
But do you remember the silence that followed?
That is the part that bites. The quiet minutes that turned into hours, the hours that stretched into days of "peace" so absolute it felt like a burial. A hero with no war is a relic; a shadow without a light to cast it. You were the savior, the pinnacle of the story, but stories have a way of ending while the characters are still breathing. Do you feel the edges of your world fraying? Do you see the eyes watching from the cracks in the sky, indifferent to your victory? You are a masterpiece sitting in a gallery that has been locked and abandoned, left to gather the dust of a thousand collapsing timelines.
So what will you do, now that the "End" has come and gone? Will you rot in the victory you built?
Eclipse lunged forward, hand gripping the air where a throat should have been, heart hammering against their ribs like a trapped bird. The silence of the chamber was oppressive, broken only by the low, rhythmic hum of a reality that was beginning to de-rez. She reached for their weapon, expecting the familiar heat of a conquered foe or the spark of a new threat, but there was nothing. No villains left to slay. No kingdoms left to defend. Just the creeping sensation of being watched by a multiverse that had already moved on. Eclipse looked down at their trembling hands, realizing the nightmare wasn't what they had seen while asleep, it was the empty, static-filled world they had just woken up to.

Eclipse lay back down on her bed, and went back to sleep, dreaming of a villain that would never come.

Ashe was up and running within just a few minutes of waking up, (mostly) ready to go and get into a fight or have an adventure or whatever the day held. The weird feeling she had earlier had mostly dissipated, though it still lingered in the back of her head. The others weren't awake yet, probably wouldn't be awake for a while at this point in time.

It was hard to tell since they were in the middle of space, but Ashe could guess that it was the equivalent of the midnight right now (which probably meant she had gotten only about three hours of sleep). No matter, sleep was for the weak and those who wanted to fall prey to those insidious alarm clocks that would suck your souls out of your bodies.

Again, that sinking feeling that something is off, that something had gone wrong or ignored for a long, long time. It was frankly disconcerting, and no matter how much Ashe tried to cover it up with actions and stretches and other morning routines, it never went away. Maybe if she read a book, she thought, the feeling would go away. So, Ashe cracked open the Dictionary of Pyrokinesis (the century old edition!) for her sixtieth read through to try and ignore that nagging feeling, with a candle she lit herself as the only light source.

It worked for a while, that march of words going on and on comforting her on the fact that things would always remain the same. But eventually it came back, that feeling, that something, or someone, had been forgotten.

#3 (this actually made my think of the first thing i can remember. id say its technically from before i gained consciousness, which was around 4 years old.)

*Time passes fast.*

*There was a clock on the floor, that wasn’t there before, which was laying on the floor in front of you all, showing the time.*

*9:59am.*

*Did time really pass that quick?*

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*Seconds pass into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Months into years. Years into decades. Decades into-*

*No, snap back into reality. You aren’t going insane that quick?!*

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*Nothing interesting happens. It’s driving you insane. You peer at the time.*

*10:09am.*

*…*

What a masterpiece...

*dies*

*sharts*

*unsharts*

How to get jump scared by a yapper 1 go to roleplay 2 scroll down

Ashe snaps the dictionary shut, that same feeling still not having faded, even after all this time. Whatever, according to the clock, everyone else in the ship would be up soon, and then the feeling would go away. Wait a minute, the clock? She tossed the dictionary aside and leaned forward to get a better look at the clock.

Then, she stood up, took one then two then three slow steps toward the construct, and took a bit of a closer look. After a second, the arms of the clock began to freak out, moving backward and forward in time among black tick marks and numbers until the internal mechanism of the thing exploded outward, sending springs and gears everywhere.

Yes, the old mechanical curse still working fine, keeping Ashe safe from the evils of excess metal-shaped objects. Some things never change.

...

Why was that nagging feeling STILL in the back of her head? She was this close to losing it completely and burning down the entire library (and consequently the ship as well). Whatever, whatever, something will change, time will go on, and that feeling would be forgotten. Nevertheless, it was time to wait for everyone else to wake up (and maybe do it herself if they aren't quick enough).

So, she stepped out of the potentially flammable library room to the kitchen, where Ashe could hopefully get a nice glass of water that was not made healthier through unnatural steel filters and health regulations.

*10:10.*

*The sky immediately turns dark.*

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*The area in front of everyone seems like plastic.*

Uh can I still join

(Yes, go to the OOC thread for info.)

Ashe sees this weird enigmatic happening in front of her and responds very rationally by outstretching her hand toward the general direction of "in front" and then letting loose a flamethrower spray of fire toward anything that seems dark or like plastic as any normal, clear-headed, and rational person would do.