#prose rp

[thedemon-crowley]

They were in sight of Southampton Harbor. Soleil pulled her phone out and texted her new acquaintance. [About to make port. The Pearl takes a longer time to dock due to her size. I'm thinking we need about hours to settle. You're London based, right?]

[I am indeed.] He fires off his reply, following up almost immediately with [I can meet you there if you like.]

[brassandblue]

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[rashomon-vu]

[kaikoikei]

( 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔 )⠀𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖯𝖧𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖲

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⠀⠀a⠀／SITE THEMED⠀prose & muse template — to imitate a minimal black & white site with compact formatting and text. it's meant to be very simply to use with extreme comfort with customisation and utility. ⠀⠀＜METAMORPHOSIS＞⠀comes from an old server, accompanied with sci-fi themed remarks of distant humanity and anomalous backgrounds ― notations based off of a lack of humility inspired by ihnmaims.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

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[lytmeowtif]

And then she descends, faster, faster, a mad cackle trilling forth from her lips in that beautiful lyrebird’s voice – and she is upon them. Music flows through the shining feathers beneath her wings; her long tail plumage is no longer feather but sound - bright yellow, radiant soundwaves lending her form.

The Lyrebird’s Song shakes out her strange, glowing wings; folds them up by her sides. She’s here.

[unsung-scrolls]

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

[ssbooks]

#6 What would your character do if accidentally hurt someone really badly?

I know you all have amazing creative juices in you and some amazing characters. This prompt is just for you to have fun and to help you explore your Character in a different setting. I would LOVE to hear what your Characters would do.

[mohammed82178]

There's always a ray of hope🌹🌺☺️

[octomemories]

Eight silently made her way through the crowded Inkopolis streets, staring out at the Inklings and Octolings cheerfully celebrating the Splatfest.

This was a terrible idea... There was no way The Right Person For The Job would just happen to grow bored of the festivities and join some random young woman in her search for Sango. It was absurd! But everyone else she could've asked was either busy or asleep, and something about running off alone without even a little guidance... Well, this crazy, aimless search for a sidekick would at least give her some time to get her head in the right space to actually enact the rescue mission.

That's what she was hoping, anyway...

[lavndrlights]

open to f | based .

“ you know you're way too good for him right ? like p a i n f u l l y out of his league too good for him . ”

[c0l0rgraph1c]

A phone call. A news agent. Could this be about...?

Only one way to find out.

[ @inkadianewsemma ]

"Colorgraphic's studio, Void speaking," the Octoling answered. The group was out practicing some choreography for their FrostyFest performance, and Void just happened to be taking a breather when the reporter called.

[thedemon-crowley]

"uncle!" angel said, walking into the bookshop, "You here?" they yelled

“In the back, A! What’ve you done this time?” There’s a teasing note in his voice, undercut by a layer of concern

[the-cubby-crew]

Calibration in progress... Registering new user... Distilling palette... ... WARNING: An unexpected error occurred while distilling your palette. Continue anyway? ... So be it. Hello, CUBBY! Welcome to ☆Dramatic Days in Orderland!☆

"... wh... my head..."

Cubby woke up to a blinding white light. As her eyes readjusted, she could see a bleached landscape, and a city in the distance.

"Ashes... like snow..."

It felt... strangely familiar. Sickeningly so. This world... hazy and dreamlike... a sad little girl she knew had been in a similar place, Cubby was certain of it. Beats being in prison, she supposed... Or at least, being aware she was in such a situation. All she had to do was go in, do what she was told, get magically reconfigured into a good person(?), and then go back to the real world and the wardens might let her go. That was what was agreed on anyway. Who would've thought that even stupid law enforcement could be Marina stans?

"Abigail or whatever her name was must be in that city," she thought aloud. "Better head that way."

Time to push forward. Cubby got up on her feet and began the walk down the path ahead of her. Was it the path of redemption? Recovery? Some sinister ruse that she was foolish enough to fall for? Her mind was still behind too thick and too numbing of a fog to come up with an answer. All she could do was continue onward.

As she walked, Cubby could hear a faint, vaguely familiar song echoing through the air with the free-floating plankton. In the case that these tests Cubby was going to do didn't fix her, she would probably be content just... waiting around in this world... spending the rest of her life listening to those faint tunes. The Order Sector was drawing closer. Hopefully this whole thing will work...

[molalom]

There is a soft knock on the door of the hospital room. Had he been expecting company? How had anyone gotten past quarantine?

Someone unfamiliar slowly peeked inside, blinking curiously.

[ @agent-universe-hopper ]

Moray tightened his grip on the sheets in his bed as he sat up and stared at the door. No, he hadn't been expecting company, last he checked. Just having his mom visit was this huge ordeal that took the staff hours to arrange... Logically speaking, this was probably just a nurse here for another check-up, but even so, Moray couldn't shake his nerves. What if SHE had somehow gotten in? Ugh... Cubby was the last person he wanted to see right now. But again, there was no way they'd let someone like her loose here. It was most likely a nurse. Still, he couldn't help but wearily and shakily ask,

"wh,,, who is it?"

[kaikoikei]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝕯𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

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⠀⠀a⠀BLACK BUTLER THEMED⠀prose template — minimal palette of black & white with a hint of red. five pages accompanied with visuals belonging to the manga; a fervent immersion into the depths of hell's greater pleasures—the manipulation of the soul. easy to use in the bounds of each page, utilise for info-dumping, rambling, introductory prose and or muse manuscription. ⠀⠀A CONTRACT⠀to be written⠀. . .⠀the last page featuring familiar concepts to Black Butler's⠀FAUSTIAN CONTRACT — a pact with the devil.

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[tempi-fantrolls]

>> Your name is Vietta Manzon. It is your sworn duty to collect knowledge, often in the form of books. This has led you into some very.. interesting situations, in the past, present, and most likely in the future as well.

>> Currently you have found yourself in the ruins of a culled subgrub. The drones have long gone, leaving the remaining trolls to pick up the pieces and the scavengers to pounce on what's left.

>> You don't particularly like it, but places like these are perfect to find new material for The Library. The usual scavengers rarely care about books and you are free to take as many as you please.

>> Tonight though, your target is a particular, now devastated hive. You wouldn't be surprised if this particular troll was the reason for the mass culling. They'd gotten a bit too loud about their rebellious endeavors, after all.

>> You scurry through the rubble, checking under every stone for anything the drones might have missed.

>> Up until your sensitive ears pick up something, the sound of footsteps.

>> You quickly activate your powers, leaving an illusion of yourself in your place as your actual body jumps away, now invisible to anyone organic.

"Hello?" You say through the illusion, making sure it sounds like your voice is coming from its mouth. "Is someone there?"