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Bringing my search thread back from the grave, don't mind me.
Hello to everyone who reads this thread! I had an RT before, but admittedly deleted it because of some shyness on my part, I won't lie lol Well, I've decided to post this one up cause, I still have specific cravings for certain rps and would love to find someone for them. Those being dark or horror themed rps, so think stuff like blackmail, non-con, kidnapping, scientific experimentation etc. My main interest at the moment would have to be writing something which involves the forced isolation of an individual with their captor and role reversals/power being wrest from an unwilling character. Whatever plots I post (if I do add any below) will likely involve these themes. If you think you're game, please read further.
It is a bit more detailed than the last thread though, I should warn. It is also way, way meatier. A lot of the extra admittedly comes from the writing samples though.
~Take two~
Slowing things down a bit, I want to share my own preferences and how I tend to do things. It is tweaked a bit from the last post. Separating things in terms of how I rp and what I'm expecting in a partner. Hopefully it's not too much!
As for what I expect and hope for in a partner:
While I do have an F-List, I've decided to just post some things up here. A quick list to easily reference. If you want to see my F-list, just send me a message and ask.
What I would like or don't mind including in an rp:
Limits and what I'll never write:
What am I really craving, pairings wise?
I'm flexible, generally, regarding what pairings I can write. If we get along well and like each other's writings, I often end up very willing to branch out and write things I don't normally write such as FxF pairings or super hero settings. But, for now, here are some pairings I really want to do. They do correlate heavily with the plots I've listed below, but it's just the pairings and a quick blurb here in case anyone has an idea with these exact pairings:
I will underline the roles I would be most interested in playing for these. I'll also list whether the character should be dom, sub, or switch. If there is no underline under that pairing, it means I'm willing to play either.
Now, you are free to suggest your own ideas and I'll consider if I'm willing to do them. I have some in particular which I feel are niche, but I'm sorta craving them. I will be leaving them vague, all things about them except for the pairings and maaaybe some of the kinks are negotiable. If you'd like to discuss one of these ideas with me, definitely reach out! Now, for my actual plots:
They're the same old, same old by the way. I'm still looking for people for these ideas, specifically the first one which is a massive craving of mine. If you fulfill it, I'd probably be eternally grateful or something along those lines XD
Last but not least, writing samples! I'll post three of them, all from current and ongoing rps:
Basically, my character here, Sinclair, belongs to an SCP style organization. His partner went missing and he's gone out in search of him with backup from the rest.
This one is a more recent starter regarding my character Lucien, who is a talented sorcerer scorned by his master.
Hello to everyone who reads this thread! I had an RT before, but admittedly deleted it because of some shyness on my part, I won't lie lol Well, I've decided to post this one up cause, I still have specific cravings for certain rps and would love to find someone for them. Those being dark or horror themed rps, so think stuff like blackmail, non-con, kidnapping, scientific experimentation etc. My main interest at the moment would have to be writing something which involves the forced isolation of an individual with their captor and role reversals/power being wrest from an unwilling character. Whatever plots I post (if I do add any below) will likely involve these themes. If you think you're game, please read further.
It is a bit more detailed than the last thread though, I should warn. It is also way, way meatier. A lot of the extra admittedly comes from the writing samples though.
~Take two~
Slowing things down a bit, I want to share my own preferences and how I tend to do things. It is tweaked a bit from the last post. Separating things in terms of how I rp and what I'm expecting in a partner. Hopefully it's not too much!
- 300-2000+ words. Post length varies depending on scene and motivation.
- I only rp in PMs. I am not too interested in using Discord. While I'm considering it for future use, currently, I don't really want to hand it out to anyone and everyone who asks for it lol
- I can play a range of characters personality wise. I can also play doms, subs, and switches. I should note, I currently have a preference for sub or switch, if the rp focuses on a single pairing. If we've got multiple characters, expect me to play any of the three.
- I am generally patient. I am willing to wait on replies, particularly if you let me know there's going to be a bit of a wait ahead of time. If it takes months without a heads up, I may assume you've lost interest, particularly if we weren't that far into the rp.
- On my end, I have started classes again, so there's a good chance I won't be replying everyday. I also don't go for rapid fire responses. My reply times can take anywhere from a 1-2 hours to a week or two, possibly a bit more. If I need time, I will absolutely keep you updated.
- Open communication about the rp (characters, plots etc.) or as it relates to my ability to reply. I will admit I am a huge planner and I love discussing lore for the rp, as a warning for people who don't want all that. I can tone it down if asked, though we may not be a fit if discussion is going to bore or hamper your enjoyment in any way.
- Flexible regarding plot to smut ratios. I usually will go based on the idea or partner preferences as I find ideas evolve and change from what may have been originally decided on. (Some of my favorites deviate significantly from what I originally had in mind, so feel free to throw curve balls at me.)
- I do love playing multiple characters, but I will probably only do that if we're both playing multiples. I'll just get burnt out if I'm the only one playing the whole cast lol
- I prefer drawn references for a character or just descriptions.
- I'm open to mostly all genres, unless it's historic or taking place on Earth. I can make it work for specific plots, but I'd rather just do an rp set in a made up world with its own history.
As for what I expect and hope for in a partner:
- 300+ word replies at a minimum. Though, huge replies will be appreciated and cherished on my end, it's not a requirement either.
- Patience. I'm not really looking for rapid fire responses, so lets discuss post frequency and whether or not one or both of us should ever poke the other for replies.
- Now, about ghosting... I do massively prefer if you tell me you're not interested or realize we're not compatible, but I get it if you can't or don't want to for whatever reason.
- My hard requirement relates to ooc discussion. I vastly prefer rps where we continue the chatter even once the rp has started. About the rp that is, I'm not one for personal talk unless we become decent enough friends while writing.
- Not a hard requirement, but I'd also love someone who's good with multiple characters. Even better if said person is able and capable of playing dom, sub, and switch. The variety is more fun for me, but I don't mind if someone sticks to just one. Not looking for anyone who, strictly, only plays subs though.
- I don't really require writing samples. I did post my own if anyone else needs or likes to read them for reference, but it's not really something I expect out of a potential partner. Now, if you do want to send me a sample, no need to write up anything new, you can just send me something you've already written recently or so since that would be easier, I think.
While I do have an F-List, I've decided to just post some things up here. A quick list to easily reference. If you want to see my F-list, just send me a message and ask.
What I would like or don't mind including in an rp:
- Mpreg; planned, forced, or accidental.
- Bonus points if we go into weird biology/anatomy. Doesn't have to be in great detail either.
- Cuntboys/andromorph, I have a preference for playing as them every now and then.
- Stomach bulging / Cum inflation, but nothing extreme.
- Breeding
- Clothed sex
- Forced clothes wearing, collars, cross dressing etc.
- Non-con, dub-con; eventual consensual should the pairings evolve to such a point for whatever reason in the story.
- Somnophilia
- Manipulation / blackmail / coercion in any form
- Small dom / big sub
- Discipline/reinforcement
- Begging
- Kidnapping
- Possessiveness/jealousy and obsession
- Role reversals, think a person in a position of power being forced to give up that power or a character (like a warrior) being an unexpected sub
- Exhibitionism or, in particular, public but concealed sex acts.
- Forced dependency on the captor, by extension, forced isolation where in the captive only has the captor to depend on.
- Biting, scratching, hair pulling, choking
- Heat/rut
- Knotting
- Omegaverse, though, this time, I don't necessarily need it.
Limits and what I'll never write:
- Standard limits like underage, zoo, necro stuff.
- Anything involving raceplay. I will write interracial couples, but I'd rather not fetishize these pairings.
- Weight gain/feederism stuff. It is fine if a character gains weight at a normal pace, but I don't want to engage in feeder fetish stuff.
- Food play
- Toilet play, scat, piss. Filth, sweat as a kink, stench, or vomit.
- Feet, armpits
- Age play, ABDL, age regression anything in that bracket.
- Extreme bondage. A more moderate or light form of it is fine, but I don't really like the stuff where a character has hundreds of zipties or some such on them.
- Hirsutism, extreme hairyness as a kink
- Birthing, gonna be a fade to black for me and for you too if we write together lol
- Vore
- Guro, wound fucking, snuff, any sexualized gore or sexualized amputation. I will only write gore, torture, and cannibalism if it's supposed to be apart of the horror as opposed to a kink.
What am I really craving, pairings wise?
I'm flexible, generally, regarding what pairings I can write. If we get along well and like each other's writings, I often end up very willing to branch out and write things I don't normally write such as FxF pairings or super hero settings. But, for now, here are some pairings I really want to do. They do correlate heavily with the plots I've listed below, but it's just the pairings and a quick blurb here in case anyone has an idea with these exact pairings:
I will underline the roles I would be most interested in playing for these. I'll also list whether the character should be dom, sub, or switch. If there is no underline under that pairing, it means I'm willing to play either.
- Scientist or doctor (dom) / Captive test subject of any kind (Sub)
- Probably my number one craving at the moment. Like, literally the pairing I want to do the most lol I'd really like to play the captive in such a scenario against either a more sadistic scientist or even just one who plays the good doctor persona rather than being a completely irredeemable person. In fact, I'm willing to do just about any plot for this one, but I do have a plot of my own below. However, if you have an idea you've been kicking around that fits the bill, swing on by.
- Vampire (dom) / Human (Sub)
- This is a classic and unfortunately one I didn't get into until recently. I have an already existing idea for this one as well, but you're free to suggest your own plots for this one too.
- King (Sub) / Advisor (dom) Or any subordinate in his employ
- Role reversal pairing, but I'd be interested in playing a king who has, for whatever reason, been blackmailed by someone a bit lower than him ranking wise. That could be a general, an advisor, a scorned sorcerer in his employ. I don't really have a plot for this one, but I'd be willing to come up with one.
- CEO (Dom who becomes a sub)/ One of his subordinates (Dom)
- Sorta in the same vein as the King/adviser pairing. The point is role reversal. Someone generally powerful gets comeuppance in some way or submits to someone in ways they wouldn't think they ever could. In this case, think, evil bastard CEO winds up relinquishing his power to an assistant at some point.
- Mimic (Switch or dom) / Human (Switch or sub)
- I've had a fascination with the idea of someone close to someone, be that a lover or friend or whatever, being taken over or replaced by a creature which only mimics them. In such an rp, I could play either role, though I'd be more likely to play the mimic. In this case, the mimic either giving into its urges, that being to hunt humans or learning to blend in with and become more human as time goes. Such an idea could be on the darker side, particularly if themes of obsession are involved, but I'm also willing to make this one a lighter romance.
- Cult leader (Dom) / Unwilling Chosen (Sub)
- No idea for this one, but it could be interesting as I also like things with cults. So, if you'd like to set something up with this pairing in mind, let me know.
Now, you are free to suggest your own ideas and I'll consider if I'm willing to do them. I have some in particular which I feel are niche, but I'm sorta craving them. I will be leaving them vague, all things about them except for the pairings and maaaybe some of the kinks are negotiable. If you'd like to discuss one of these ideas with me, definitely reach out! Now, for my actual plots:
They're the same old, same old by the way. I'm still looking for people for these ideas, specifically the first one which is a massive craving of mine. If you fulfill it, I'd probably be eternally grateful or something along those lines XD
- The Caged Wolf Bares its Fangs (Open)
- Mercenary (Sub) /Mad Scientist (Dom), M/M
- We have options:
- Either we just focus on these two and their messy, very violent and hateful interactions
- OR, we could have a cast of characters to grow as we go. I have no preferences.
- We have options:
- Fantastical dystopian, post apocalyptic, body horror, the general horror of a society that would create such a system.
- The world itself is suffering due to the effects of something referred to, simply, as the 'Enigma'. Animals have mutated and become beasts, parts of the land have become unsafe and inhospitable due to the rapid and massive changes to the environment, and as the human population has reduced a certain trait has begun to crop up in humans, normal people who are now referred to as 'betas'. Some people become omegas or alphas as a result of the Enigma. A process which takes anywhere from a few months to a year to complete. Though, initially rare, the phenomenon has grown more widespread and resulted in governments of the remaining cities to take matters into their own hands. They proceed to study this phenomenon and aim to figure out just how it works. But there is one who wishes to learn how to induce it in individuals.
- The plot itself follows a mercenary and a scientist who has studied this phenomenon that has come to affect humans. Though seemingly random, he has found a way to induce it in people and receives the perfect subject when a mercenary from beyond the city is rushed in by his group, injured and in need of care. The scientist decides to test this on the mercenary to see if he will become an omega. The mercenary, finds himself waking in this scientist's clinic, a seemingly humble doctor, serving his local community and devoid of any suspicion. He is unaware of the fact that the 'doctor' has already made up in his mind that he will be his first subject and the first person he spirits away to his isolated home for further study and peace in doing so.
- This idea is supposed to be heavily character focused. It doesn't quite have a large overarching narrative, but if we want one, I'd be down to work on one as I do have ideas for such a story if we wanted to go that route. I won't post them here as this thread is already pretty long lol
- My aim is to explore the power dynamics between the mercenary and the scientist. Namely through the mercenary's loss of control and his fight to keep that control as the scientist seeks to take it from him. The mercenary himself is expected to be physically stronger and more equipped to fight than the scientist who must use his cunning and other things at his disposal in order to placate the mercenary before he learns what's going on.
- The start of the rp and its pace can be discussed. While my initial idea is more of a slow burn/build up towards the whole kidnapping bit, I'm open to starting with that part immediately. But, I'm also open to having them have some normal interaction / a chance to get to know one another prior to the kidnapping.
- Kinks include non-con, mpreg, small dom/big sub, breeding, forced pregnancy, possible slight gender transformation in that male omegas become andromorphs, cum inflation (though I don't need it, I'd like to try it.) More can be discussed.
- The plot itself follows a mercenary and a scientist who has studied this phenomenon that has come to affect humans. Though seemingly random, he has found a way to induce it in people and receives the perfect subject when a mercenary from beyond the city is rushed in by his group, injured and in need of care. The scientist decides to test this on the mercenary to see if he will become an omega. The mercenary, finds himself waking in this scientist's clinic, a seemingly humble doctor, serving his local community and devoid of any suspicion. He is unaware of the fact that the 'doctor' has already made up in his mind that he will be his first subject and the first person he spirits away to his isolated home for further study and peace in doing so.
- Mercenary (Sub) /Mad Scientist (Dom), M/M
- A Debt Paid in Blood (Open)
- Vampire noble (Dom) /Human prince (Sub), M/M
- This idea actually, to me, works better with its main focus on the noble and the prince, with the occasional side character.
- We could try and add multiple mains, but it may cloud things up since it's not quite built for it. However, if we could make it work and it's something a partner wants to do, I wouldn't mind.
- High fantasy, pre to early industrialized style world, isolation horror, forced proximity between the two mains
- Vampires are creatures near devoid of empathy and inhibition. They furiously seek their own pleasure and feel nothing for the cruelties they may inflict on others. The cause? Both a magical curse and a biological disease which eats away at certain centers of the brain. Its affects are likely to be permanent... A kingdom far to the North has succumbed to this. Scorned and forgotten by the pantheon of the myriad gods. A blizzard was once set to destroy their fair nation when they, formerly the world's most advanced nation, were abandoned by their god for their increasing ambitions and cruelty. But one deity came to them seeking to restore them to glory: An unknown god trapped in the remains of an ancient mountain who offered power in return for worship. He granted them this power, and they became monsters for it.
- So, basic premise: A human prince witnesses his nation burned to the ground by a nation long thought to have been forgotten to time and abandoned by the gods. He, along with those who survived the onslaught and couldn't escape are captured in the aftermath. Captured to be returned to the heretical nation's capital where the truth of the matter becomes clear: it has become a nation of vampires. An auction takes place and the prince is set to be handed off to one of the nation's nobles as an insult to him. As the noble is an alpha and the prince believed to be an alpha as well. But there are some indications that the prince himself is an omega without knowing as much. Leading to the vampire noble investigating this matter to try and discern the truth. If the human prince is an omega, he may well be a better gift than previously thought.
- Delves heavily into omegaverse disorders and syndromes. The idea here being that the prince is an omega who has many markers that suggest he's an alpha, but also just enough to make clear that he's an omega. The noble is set to learn more about the prince and, by extension, begin to develop a sort of possessive obsession with him.
- Kinks: similar to the above plot with added humiliation and discipline/reinforcement, master/slave dynamic among other things which can be discussed of course.
- Vampire noble (Dom) /Human prince (Sub), M/M
- Replaced (Open)
- Mimic (Switch) / Human (Switch) M/M
- Option A is where we only play as the mimic and the human. This would be fine, I have a plot for this version.
- Option B, where we play multiple characters, also has a plot.
- Fantastical modern. Horror, slice of life potentially? Maybe even horror comedy
- As a disclaimer, I consider vore to be a limit of mine and I'm not looking to have the mimic killing and eating someone be a sexual thing (that's gonna be a nope for me.) That part of the rp, I'd like to keep as genuine horror/terrifying for all involved. Similarly, gore is okay in the horror sense, but I don't want to write it as a kink.
- We didn't know about these creatures at first. Often, it started with stories of disappearances in the woods, calls that sounded like animals, creatures that looked like them, but weren't. What once started as mere folklore soon grew to be a more widespread concern. These things, they spread into residential areas, appeared as cats and dogs and birds. But this was a facade. They've been learning and growing all the while. With each successful hunt, each failure to capture their prey, they learn a little bit more. So, what if... Someday, they can successfully mimic a person? Without that uncanny affect or the inability to speak in full sentences?
- So, basic idea, creatures referred to as mimics have started to appear in the world. Government is mainly trying to hide it, but rumors have spread and it's at a point where most people either believe the hype or don't.
- Option A would be lean far more into the horror. It doesn't actually include much kidnapping or anything, unless we wanted the mimic to whisk the human away somewhere into the woods, but basically for this idea, the mimic actually replaces someone that's always been in the human's life, be that a sibling, a lover whatever. The mimic intends upon killing the human and continuing its spree, but slowly becomes fascinated by the human who is something of a mimic hunter. The hunter is unable to recognize that this person has been replaced due to varying factors such the other person having possibly sustained an injury/seeming to wake from a coma or perhaps that the mimic is abnormally good at hiding itself. The mimic is set to eventually begin to desire taking the human as a mate as time goes on.
- Kinks: Would include non-con, possibly breeding, mpreg.
- Option B is the version that's more of a comedy horror type thing.The plot follows a friend group wherein they, against their better judgment, went on a camping trip and didn't realize the area was infested with these creatures. They return home without realizing that their friend has been replaced by a mimic. Shenanigans ensue with the mimic desperately trying to hunt them/also fight the urge to do so as it seems invested in blending in and joining the humans rather than killing them. Buuuut, a mimic's still gotta eat.
- Kinks: For Option B? I dunno. With this one it's pretty open ended and I could easily see it being a non-sexual rp as well as one that's extremely heavy on the smut.
- Option A would be lean far more into the horror. It doesn't actually include much kidnapping or anything, unless we wanted the mimic to whisk the human away somewhere into the woods, but basically for this idea, the mimic actually replaces someone that's always been in the human's life, be that a sibling, a lover whatever. The mimic intends upon killing the human and continuing its spree, but slowly becomes fascinated by the human who is something of a mimic hunter. The hunter is unable to recognize that this person has been replaced due to varying factors such the other person having possibly sustained an injury/seeming to wake from a coma or perhaps that the mimic is abnormally good at hiding itself. The mimic is set to eventually begin to desire taking the human as a mate as time goes on.
- So, basic idea, creatures referred to as mimics have started to appear in the world. Government is mainly trying to hide it, but rumors have spread and it's at a point where most people either believe the hype or don't.
- Mimic (Switch) / Human (Switch) M/M
Last but not least, writing samples! I'll post three of them, all from current and ongoing rps:
Basically, my character here, Sinclair, belongs to an SCP style organization. His partner went missing and he's gone out in search of him with backup from the rest.
It felt like it was a mistake to come here.
It was a mistake to come to this place. From the very moment the town had come into view. Down to the very second he had made eye contact with the first of the townspeople to greet them with distrusting, hateful eyes.
It was a mistake... His mistake, to have brought them out here.
Lights flickered down the trail, snagging on crooked branches and glittering snow and slush. Beams set to low, each of them tense, but moving forward at a constant, steady pace with firearms raised and poised to shoot. The mission was small, precise. Only a few of them, a little over a dozen men and women, specially trained agents, both seniors and their rookies; that had spread out into small, even groups to look around the abandoned town. A place which, to be frank, they had not known was up here settled amongst these rolling, snow covered hills. There were, perhaps, indications of such... Ruined buildings, old towers whose purpose seemed enigmatic to them now.
But, to think... That he had been up here for all those many weeks. To think he wouldn't have known without the tip they had received.
A photo. One which showed an image of a grand... Temple of some sort. Shadowed by evergreen trees and appearing near indistinguishable from an antique itself. Dull, nearly gray stone fashioned into a building which Lin might've likened more to a castle or some once fancy government building. It had long since fallen to the wayside, yet this is where he was directed to go.
'Search in the mountain town for this spot. We are waiting for you there,'
A sickly taunt. Possibly a trap. But, basically, the only good lead they had. His trail had gone cold that night after all and those people down there in that valley had refused to answer a thing they asked them. Sinclair felt like they knew something. Their silence had to be an admission of guilt. He should have pushed them for answers, but it wasn't his place to do so. He had been told to remain focused on his real mission while others handled the search. With any luck, it would finally come to an end tonight.
"This looks like the place," His voice low, but hopeful. The picture in question was held up in his direct line of sight, layered imperfectly over the old, rotting building. Perhaps, the only difference between them being the snowdrifts seemed larger than in the photo.
"This?" One of the other two asked. He lowered his gun some and Sinclair thought he could already feel his nervousness. He, Terrance, was a new guy. He'd been on missions, but never ones like these. Nothing as potentially dangerous as this one. Sinclair had done his best to prepare him and the rest of his team for it, but he knew there were no guarantees of survival.
"It looks even worse in real life than it does in that photo..." Terrance continued, his eyes trained ahead behind his helmet. "A-are you sure we should go in there? What if it collapses in on us?"
"That's the sort of risk we take for most missions," The third agent, Francis, pointed out. "But, usually, these things end up okay."
Earning a look shot from Sinclair who clearly disagreed. As if to balance out the optimism: "There is no guarantee of safety. If you're worried about that now, you should have thought about your job placement more." They had no time for second guessing. No time to reassure one another and act as if everything really was going to be okay. He'd seen plenty of these quests go wrong and he hated to think it, but he didn't like to give anyone false hope. It did cross his mind that, perhaps, he'd been better off saying nothing. Terrance had gone quiet, but it wasn't without some level of continued unease that seemed to further bog the already dreary and tense atmosphere down.
If nothing else, it might keep him alert and on his toes.
The commander of the team was already gesturing them forward, leading them along a wide path that led up to the building which, honestly, seemed to be at the very center of this old town. It looked out of place here. Compared to the rest of the buildings that seemed modern and had been marked with the occasional smattering of graffiti, this place was pristine and felt as if it had sat there, its dark stone weathering the elements and eroding, for eons.
There were no doors on the building. Just an open archway that served as its entrance. No hinges to indicate that, perhaps, it would have had a door at one point or another. Past that point, it likely would have been a near impenetrable veil of darkness... With the moon and stars swallowed by clouds in the night sky, there was no light to trickle down from above. Their flashlights, thankfully, pierced through shadow, illuminating thick, ridged columns and a large circular room. A pool of red seemed to glisten to its center, drawing his eyes to look, but not quite convincing him to approach it like an over curious whelp.
"Search the room, but don't go too far." Sinclair said above the pristine silence. "If you find any halls or entrances, say so and we'll all search it together." They stayed together and that was his first and foremost rule that he thought to all new recruits. Splitting up, getting out of each other's sights? That was a good way to be picked off.
It was a mistake to come to this place. From the very moment the town had come into view. Down to the very second he had made eye contact with the first of the townspeople to greet them with distrusting, hateful eyes.
It was a mistake... His mistake, to have brought them out here.
Lights flickered down the trail, snagging on crooked branches and glittering snow and slush. Beams set to low, each of them tense, but moving forward at a constant, steady pace with firearms raised and poised to shoot. The mission was small, precise. Only a few of them, a little over a dozen men and women, specially trained agents, both seniors and their rookies; that had spread out into small, even groups to look around the abandoned town. A place which, to be frank, they had not known was up here settled amongst these rolling, snow covered hills. There were, perhaps, indications of such... Ruined buildings, old towers whose purpose seemed enigmatic to them now.
But, to think... That he had been up here for all those many weeks. To think he wouldn't have known without the tip they had received.
A photo. One which showed an image of a grand... Temple of some sort. Shadowed by evergreen trees and appearing near indistinguishable from an antique itself. Dull, nearly gray stone fashioned into a building which Lin might've likened more to a castle or some once fancy government building. It had long since fallen to the wayside, yet this is where he was directed to go.
'Search in the mountain town for this spot. We are waiting for you there,'
A sickly taunt. Possibly a trap. But, basically, the only good lead they had. His trail had gone cold that night after all and those people down there in that valley had refused to answer a thing they asked them. Sinclair felt like they knew something. Their silence had to be an admission of guilt. He should have pushed them for answers, but it wasn't his place to do so. He had been told to remain focused on his real mission while others handled the search. With any luck, it would finally come to an end tonight.
"This looks like the place," His voice low, but hopeful. The picture in question was held up in his direct line of sight, layered imperfectly over the old, rotting building. Perhaps, the only difference between them being the snowdrifts seemed larger than in the photo.
"This?" One of the other two asked. He lowered his gun some and Sinclair thought he could already feel his nervousness. He, Terrance, was a new guy. He'd been on missions, but never ones like these. Nothing as potentially dangerous as this one. Sinclair had done his best to prepare him and the rest of his team for it, but he knew there were no guarantees of survival.
"It looks even worse in real life than it does in that photo..." Terrance continued, his eyes trained ahead behind his helmet. "A-are you sure we should go in there? What if it collapses in on us?"
"That's the sort of risk we take for most missions," The third agent, Francis, pointed out. "But, usually, these things end up okay."
Earning a look shot from Sinclair who clearly disagreed. As if to balance out the optimism: "There is no guarantee of safety. If you're worried about that now, you should have thought about your job placement more." They had no time for second guessing. No time to reassure one another and act as if everything really was going to be okay. He'd seen plenty of these quests go wrong and he hated to think it, but he didn't like to give anyone false hope. It did cross his mind that, perhaps, he'd been better off saying nothing. Terrance had gone quiet, but it wasn't without some level of continued unease that seemed to further bog the already dreary and tense atmosphere down.
If nothing else, it might keep him alert and on his toes.
The commander of the team was already gesturing them forward, leading them along a wide path that led up to the building which, honestly, seemed to be at the very center of this old town. It looked out of place here. Compared to the rest of the buildings that seemed modern and had been marked with the occasional smattering of graffiti, this place was pristine and felt as if it had sat there, its dark stone weathering the elements and eroding, for eons.
There were no doors on the building. Just an open archway that served as its entrance. No hinges to indicate that, perhaps, it would have had a door at one point or another. Past that point, it likely would have been a near impenetrable veil of darkness... With the moon and stars swallowed by clouds in the night sky, there was no light to trickle down from above. Their flashlights, thankfully, pierced through shadow, illuminating thick, ridged columns and a large circular room. A pool of red seemed to glisten to its center, drawing his eyes to look, but not quite convincing him to approach it like an over curious whelp.
"Search the room, but don't go too far." Sinclair said above the pristine silence. "If you find any halls or entrances, say so and we'll all search it together." They stayed together and that was his first and foremost rule that he thought to all new recruits. Splitting up, getting out of each other's sights? That was a good way to be picked off.
This one is a more recent starter regarding my character Lucien, who is a talented sorcerer scorned by his master.
This was the final nail in the coffin!
The complete, last straw!
Long, wavy, ivory locks were brushed from his face. They clung to his forehead by the sweat that greased his skin. Normally kept in a pony tail, he had hurried here in a mad haste.
He could hear their chatter still ringing in his ears. Their joyous celebrations. Recall the lights and the cheer. The gilled-kinds having, for once, come up to the surface where they, the so-called 'lowly humans' often dwelt up and away from the unusually calm waters of the great crater.
Perhaps, he had grown too comfortable in his time here? Allowed himself to become blind to the truth of the matter. And how could he? How could he have? When he was treated, merely, as an afterthought. Despite his being led to renounce his god. Despite the things he'd done for the lord of the myriad waters. He had, very recently, helped him to clear out nearby small territories. Places his serpent's eye had gazed upon and desired in his disgusting, greedy fervor.
Anger burned in his chest. Books and other equipment torn from his table, tossed to the side as if useless. His teeth clenched together so tightly he could have shattered them. But he knew that would do no harm towards Typhaon.
Typhaon the selfish.
Typhaon the deceiver.
Typhaon the usurper.
Typhaon. Typhaon. Typhaon!
He wouldn't know any peace had he the ability to make it happen. He would see him put him in his rightful place. Made to remember where he stood! This was long overdue.
He had searched and searched and searched for many moons now. For what he needed to make it happen. Feeling the way he was scorned. Tossed to the side as if he was merely trash! Typhaon's junk which he had found in his oceans as he called them. His domain, he said... As he cowered in fear of the rightfully maligned and chained god of the depths.
A heavy book, carried at his side was placed on the table in the stead of the others. Leather bound. Unmarked. Old and weathered. It had been around for sometime. Hidden away in Typhaon's private libraries. Something which Lucien himself had access to for the mere fact of his prior closeness to the lord of myriad waters. He treated him much like an... Exotic pet. A caged bird whose species neared extinction or a rare dog whelped from two esteemed parents of a pure breed. He gave him room and board. He let him wander his marble palace. He used him for his entertainment and then he'd wave him away and busy himself with things he considered more important.
It was his own folly for allowing himself to succumb to sycophantic delirium. Hoping that he would, somehow, someday, be lucky enough to be viewed above the other humans who Typhaon often had no love for.
They did not look like him. He did so enjoy gazing into mirrors, the sea serpent, Looking at his reflection in the cold waters of this world and admiring the iridescent sheen of his sun white scales. His lovely, opalescent eyes soft and full of his own narcissistic self love.
So that extended to the peoples of the ocean. Who he viewed as like him. Extensions of him. Like an artist's replication of himself. Statues to be looked at, paintings to be placed in a museum...
That foul ingrate. Vapid and bereft of any true logical thought. For had he been rational he'd never have chosen that ocean-borne sorcerer. The wretch. Elias, whose body gleamed like the most refined of obsidian daggers. He who was of ocean black scales and dark hair.
He, who had been born with powers over the tide and the sea. A born wielder of magic like himself and raised in the waters nearest Typhaon's water-bound city.
Lucien's fingers threaded through the pages of the book. Unusually bright, azure eyes scanned each of them as he pressed onward. He had nabbed it from that wondrous library. Knowing that, someday soon, Typhaon would revoke his access from that place. He'd no doubt throw him out like some dirty stray. A cat that was no longer wanted he thought bitterly. His eyes darkening as he continued to spiral into the depths of his mind.
The book served, only partly, as a distraction from his anger at his own foolishness. From his vindictive joy as he remembered tonight was the ceremony in which Elias would be brought into Typhaon's fold.
He had announced as much today. Kept this information to himself. But Lucien had known all along that Typhaon had begun to catch an interest in Elias.
He had ignored the paranoia that seeded itself into his mind. Ignored the looming possibility of abandonment like some love struck fool. But still, it had come as no surprise when Elias had been named earlier this morning. When Typhaon, during the quarterly assembly, called his new pet forward and named him as a high sorcerer.
Lucien clenched his fists, his knuckles feeling tight and his fingers wanting to burrow into the wood of the desk. It hurt and yet he ignored this too.
He was far, far too angry. Angry at the work he'd done being all for nothing. He'd been used. Treated like a tool and for what?
Why had he thought he would be an exception? That he could cling to what power he'd gained forever?
He let out a small sigh as if to loosen the tenseness that gathered heavily in his chest. He slouched some, standing over the table, taking even a sliver of a moment to think about this.
If he went through with this, there'd be no turning back.
This world might never resemble what it was again, but that was fine. Once He had left. This place had become nothing more than a gross perversion... A husk of its former self. It was regrettable that he had even entertained the thought that Typhaon might...
He ground his teeth together.
Come what may.
He would accept whatever punishment he'd receive for his lapse in judgement.
The table was hurriedly pulled aside. His private chambers, this place where he practiced magic in solitude, cleared of its equipment without even a second thought towards where he might rest his weary head later.
A large golden circle which slowly started to bathe the room in a delicate glow was etched into the floor little by little. At the whims of his thoughts, under the control of the magic channeled through himself. The many adornments on his robes jingled as he moved about the room, watching as golden threads were weaved onto the emptiness of the floor and in the air. The room rumbled and his eyes glowed. His body seized by that enormous power which began to swell forth from some place unknown.
Celestial light beckoned and called at his behest, for the true Lord of this world to return and deliver a swift and indelible end to the chaos that had taken order's place.
The complete, last straw!
Long, wavy, ivory locks were brushed from his face. They clung to his forehead by the sweat that greased his skin. Normally kept in a pony tail, he had hurried here in a mad haste.
He could hear their chatter still ringing in his ears. Their joyous celebrations. Recall the lights and the cheer. The gilled-kinds having, for once, come up to the surface where they, the so-called 'lowly humans' often dwelt up and away from the unusually calm waters of the great crater.
Perhaps, he had grown too comfortable in his time here? Allowed himself to become blind to the truth of the matter. And how could he? How could he have? When he was treated, merely, as an afterthought. Despite his being led to renounce his god. Despite the things he'd done for the lord of the myriad waters. He had, very recently, helped him to clear out nearby small territories. Places his serpent's eye had gazed upon and desired in his disgusting, greedy fervor.
Anger burned in his chest. Books and other equipment torn from his table, tossed to the side as if useless. His teeth clenched together so tightly he could have shattered them. But he knew that would do no harm towards Typhaon.
Typhaon the selfish.
Typhaon the deceiver.
Typhaon the usurper.
Typhaon. Typhaon. Typhaon!
He wouldn't know any peace had he the ability to make it happen. He would see him put him in his rightful place. Made to remember where he stood! This was long overdue.
He had searched and searched and searched for many moons now. For what he needed to make it happen. Feeling the way he was scorned. Tossed to the side as if he was merely trash! Typhaon's junk which he had found in his oceans as he called them. His domain, he said... As he cowered in fear of the rightfully maligned and chained god of the depths.
A heavy book, carried at his side was placed on the table in the stead of the others. Leather bound. Unmarked. Old and weathered. It had been around for sometime. Hidden away in Typhaon's private libraries. Something which Lucien himself had access to for the mere fact of his prior closeness to the lord of myriad waters. He treated him much like an... Exotic pet. A caged bird whose species neared extinction or a rare dog whelped from two esteemed parents of a pure breed. He gave him room and board. He let him wander his marble palace. He used him for his entertainment and then he'd wave him away and busy himself with things he considered more important.
It was his own folly for allowing himself to succumb to sycophantic delirium. Hoping that he would, somehow, someday, be lucky enough to be viewed above the other humans who Typhaon often had no love for.
They did not look like him. He did so enjoy gazing into mirrors, the sea serpent, Looking at his reflection in the cold waters of this world and admiring the iridescent sheen of his sun white scales. His lovely, opalescent eyes soft and full of his own narcissistic self love.
So that extended to the peoples of the ocean. Who he viewed as like him. Extensions of him. Like an artist's replication of himself. Statues to be looked at, paintings to be placed in a museum...
That foul ingrate. Vapid and bereft of any true logical thought. For had he been rational he'd never have chosen that ocean-borne sorcerer. The wretch. Elias, whose body gleamed like the most refined of obsidian daggers. He who was of ocean black scales and dark hair.
He, who had been born with powers over the tide and the sea. A born wielder of magic like himself and raised in the waters nearest Typhaon's water-bound city.
Lucien's fingers threaded through the pages of the book. Unusually bright, azure eyes scanned each of them as he pressed onward. He had nabbed it from that wondrous library. Knowing that, someday soon, Typhaon would revoke his access from that place. He'd no doubt throw him out like some dirty stray. A cat that was no longer wanted he thought bitterly. His eyes darkening as he continued to spiral into the depths of his mind.
The book served, only partly, as a distraction from his anger at his own foolishness. From his vindictive joy as he remembered tonight was the ceremony in which Elias would be brought into Typhaon's fold.
He had announced as much today. Kept this information to himself. But Lucien had known all along that Typhaon had begun to catch an interest in Elias.
He had ignored the paranoia that seeded itself into his mind. Ignored the looming possibility of abandonment like some love struck fool. But still, it had come as no surprise when Elias had been named earlier this morning. When Typhaon, during the quarterly assembly, called his new pet forward and named him as a high sorcerer.
Lucien clenched his fists, his knuckles feeling tight and his fingers wanting to burrow into the wood of the desk. It hurt and yet he ignored this too.
He was far, far too angry. Angry at the work he'd done being all for nothing. He'd been used. Treated like a tool and for what?
Why had he thought he would be an exception? That he could cling to what power he'd gained forever?
He let out a small sigh as if to loosen the tenseness that gathered heavily in his chest. He slouched some, standing over the table, taking even a sliver of a moment to think about this.
If he went through with this, there'd be no turning back.
This world might never resemble what it was again, but that was fine. Once He had left. This place had become nothing more than a gross perversion... A husk of its former self. It was regrettable that he had even entertained the thought that Typhaon might...
He ground his teeth together.
Come what may.
He would accept whatever punishment he'd receive for his lapse in judgement.
The table was hurriedly pulled aside. His private chambers, this place where he practiced magic in solitude, cleared of its equipment without even a second thought towards where he might rest his weary head later.
A large golden circle which slowly started to bathe the room in a delicate glow was etched into the floor little by little. At the whims of his thoughts, under the control of the magic channeled through himself. The many adornments on his robes jingled as he moved about the room, watching as golden threads were weaved onto the emptiness of the floor and in the air. The room rumbled and his eyes glowed. His body seized by that enormous power which began to swell forth from some place unknown.
Celestial light beckoned and called at his behest, for the true Lord of this world to return and deliver a swift and indelible end to the chaos that had taken order's place.
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