FORUM ROLEPLAY: YOUR CHARACTER IN THE MODERN DAY

[xo31 3979]

TAKE NOTE OF EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE IN THE MODERN DAY, REAL WORLD, PROBABLY 2026.

 

YOUR MOST-USED OR FAVORITE CHARACTER APPEARS DIRECTLY WHERE YOU ARE, RIGHT NOW.

 

THEY HAVE NO CLUE HOW THEY GOT HERE.

THEY RETAIN THEIR MEMORY OF THE LOTC WORLD AS WELL AS ALL MAGICAL ABILITIES AND ALL OF THEIR PERSONAL ITEMS.

(THE WORLD SHIFTS SOMEWHAT TO ACCOMODATE THIS IN THINGS SUCH AS, FOR EXAMPLE, ALCHEMY SIGNS BEING PRESENT IN NORMAL PLANS)

 

HOWEVER, THEY POSSESS NO INTRINSIC UNDERSTANDING OF THE MODERN WORLD, THOUGH THEY MAY COME TO UNDERSTAND IT THROUGH STUDYING OR MAGICAL ABILITIES (I.E, VOIDAL FEELING) 

 

DETAIL THEIR JOURNEY.

BE SPECIFIC, AND GIVE US A NOVEL, OR BE BROAD, AND GIVE US A TLDR. I DO NOT CARE.

[StingyParrot 1595]

Arakawa had often thought about traveling to other worlds. He knew they existed, of course, having once been to a sandy realm ravaged by Garumdir's Hyper-War. He had several plans in place to enact if he did end up in one; often convoluted and heavily dependent upon context. He did not expect, however, to immediately fall out of the chair he had been transported into.

 

Why did it have wheels on the bottom? Why was it spinning around? Face pressed into carpet, he got to his feet, dusting off his coat. There was. . .some sort of device on the table near him, with a board of keys connected by tubes to a smaller and larger rectangle, which shone with colored light. 

 

Someone in the building had heard his fall, and he felt steps drumming on the wood - no, that wasn't wood - flooring. He shut the door, then muttered quietly, Fusing its edges to the doorframe around it. Hell. They were shouting at him, asking if he was okay. Better not to interact with this world's denizens until he had run some observation.

 

The window, expensively made given the quality of its glass - No, that may be the norm here - was partially open to a cold, rainy day. A bird, or something like it, was laughing outside. At him? Maybe. He could see into the backyard of this home, a soulless green rectangle with a withered tree, and over the fence into others. Far in the distance, rectangular towers rose.

 

Arakawa turned back to the table, looked to the door, then snatched the smaller device, disconnecting it from its tubing, and shattered the window with a uttered few words. Then, sighting on the nearest rooftop, he vanished in a puff of golden tethers.

[xo31 3979]

(adding to this whenever im bored and want to write)

 

Arthur would, at first, likely gaze over the pair of monitors and cheap rainbow keyboard that stared back at him with a brightness he'd hardly recognized. With a squint, and peer away, he checked to see if he could connect to the Void - and sure enough, he could. It was the middle of the night right now, as he gathered when he stood to look outside of the windows, and it was storming rather hard.

 

The wizard called out to the emptiness of that house, and when there was no answer, took a brief step outside to ensure the moon was in the sky. The rain idly circled around him, leaving him untouched - and he simply walked down the street to god-knows-where - until he came upon a nearby highway. . .

[Vertigo_Round 325]

I think peony would just find a corner store, buy smokes and start researching. She'd probably also realize her curse is far harder to deal with (Not being able to eat 2 entire cows a week for free)  and get pissy. Eventually she'd move to the countryside and mope, or open a 'talk to your pets!' type business. She'd also probably ******* love a zinger box. 

 

But now i'm interested, it's time to write this more in depth.

 

Peony opened her eyes after meditating, the realm of smoke and burning trees returning to her mind... She looked onto the mechanical hellscape infront of her, lights and sounds hurting her already pained head. The 'earmuffs' she felt over her ears were quickly thrown off, at the woman on one of those glowing sheets that was talking about.. a cult? She didn't listen, nor care. 

 

Eventually, with at least some struggle, she got outside. The druid looked up at a magpie, her smoke trailing out, speaking to the beast. It took some convincing but the thing was helpful, explaining at least where she could find a horse... which happened to be a street over.

 

There is a lot of words to describe the lycan; law-abiding isn't any of them. She communed with a horse, convinced it to walk away for a bit, and killed it. One much needed meal later she found another horse in the paddock, one that didn't see her actions, and took it.

 

It took a bit of talking to the local fauna, the kangaroos and cows to figure out anything to do, before she got the confidence to talk to a person. Some poor cashier at woolies would have had one hell of a conversation. After her.. high level of ignorance, and lack of knowledge of magic and the like, the elf decided to be.. more quiet.  She wasn't a fool, this place was dangerous.

 

((I might add to this. I think it's a fun prompt to send my fuckass little guy in. And yes, I am both aussie and a street away from horses.

[silariathas 112]

find me and kill me

 

Whatever editing because i'm being berated. they dont find me and don't kill me so instead  since i don't exist they have to take care of my animals and my character is a werewolf so hes like scared of my dogs and also insane so he probably like goes to food lion and like turns and then they call the cops on him because hes like an insane homeless guy. my other character is a perfect princess and she gets to go to  the beach and everyone is like wow girl u got some pointy ears

[myochii 899]

well you said you dont care

[JediMaestro 240]

A gentle, chilly breeze caressed Solveig's skin, and as she slowly drifted back to consciousness from sleep, she supposed that she had found herself in another dream of her now-distant homeland. But something was not quite right; rather than the rustle of the wind through the trees and the chill of the air, she could hear a strange droning whine in the direction the cool air came from. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

 

In an instant, she was fully awake, instinctually pushing back on her feet and sending the chair in which she sat crashing back into a wall, which clicked and turned into a cabinet. To her left, there was indeed no winter breeze, but instead a small device that whirred and sent pallid air drifting in her direction at a constant rate.

 

Solveig massaged her head, looking around her in confusion. In front of her, a strange signboard sprawled. On it was emblazoned a peculiar sign. She leaned forward to read:

 

TAKE NOTE OF EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE IN THE MODERN DAY, REAL WORLD, PROBABLY 2026.

 

YOUR MOST-USED OR FAVORITE CHARACTER APPEARS DIRECTLY WHERE YOU ARE, RIGHT NOW...

 

Solveig looked down where she sat in bafflement. Around her, mysterious devices sat, jumbled with sheafs of pure-white paper that spoke of "summons" and "petitions." Her eyes narrowed. Had she been summoned by some strange ritual then? Glancing up, a map caught her eye of a territory wholly unknown to her.

 

Fear began to eat at her. This all felt so real; could it really be some fantastic dream? And if it wasn't, how could she hope to make it back to her children and her darling husband? She stood abruptly, moving around the desk at which she had sat and then froze as a person in an adjacent room swiveled to look at her and open their mouth in confusion. Turning, she grasped at the door handle and tugged, but the door would not budge.

 

As the person in the other room began to rise and approach, Solveig turned on them, drawing the aurum dagger at her belt, the one gifted to her by Nicky so many years ago now.

 

"What is this?" she spat. "Where have you brought me, demon? Send me back. Now."

 

The stranger wasted no time in calling security, and after a brief attempt at flight, Solveig was promptly tracked down by the police, tased after a tense standoff, and taken to the police station, her dagger and other curious personal effects confiscated. In her jail cell, she curled up, desperately trying to go to sleep and to wake back up in her cozy home next to her husband . . .

Edited May 13 by JediMaestro

[spaazmatism 1017]

im beating shahan bloody. he gotta DIE

[Wolfy-D 466]

Opens a voidal tear under the ocean and fixes sea level rising by deleting the sea

[Monty Cobra 921]

 

7 hours ago, spaazmatism said:

im beating shahan bloody. he gotta DIE

 

can I help

[Cheese 8874]

Juniper Summons A Tornado Inside The White House.

[HugoAntero 1962]

The Shugo of Kurai-Kuni appears before me in my 21 square meter apartment

I grab my semi-automatic hunting shotgun and blast him for being a 7'11'' oni with weapons

 

I stand before his corpse and smirk "heh should've called pvp bud"

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

The Darkstalker transports into this new reality, brought into an unknown world with no knowledge beyond what is brought to him. The beast would turn to each particle in the air, the smog filling his non-existent lungs as the weight of sound and concrete jungles overwhelmed him. Luckily, that skeleton is good at hiding. The creature lurks within them shadows, ducking and hiding in each spot or maybe even passing off as a decoration for early halloween.

 

The beast continues his way, but hunger and conquest needs to be satiated. Murder in silence, quiet. No one can expect an unknown threat. Skin placed on his disgusting frame to make him match before taking some old disgusting clothes to place down. With the knowledge he has gained, passing off as a homeless person would be his best opportunity. He passes people, not giving them any eyes or any attention, avoiding contact. 

 

Feydrid bumped into people, people offering change or exchanging glances, that is not his goal. Pass continuously on, find a way back to his eternal spring. He did eventually find his way back, falling back to his reality as he landed in his pool of pure spring, frozen water.
"An opportunity was given, and I did not like it."

[Frisket 4537]

Vivien would open her eyes, she feels almost as if she was beaten and battered. Exhaustion overtook her as she looked around. Tapping and patting her self down she finds her Grimoire- thankfully with her. Yet the room to her was completely different.

 

”oh…Kay..?”

 

Across the room were two split monitors, with a cheap green glowing keyboard and tiny obelisk glowing green equally akin to the keyboard, and to what she assumes a mirror with the label ‘Haisen’. 
 

she opens the closet and all her usual wear was swapped with denim, dresses, overly large shirts, and skirts. The door would open, showing her a large hall which led to stars below, into the kitchen and living room.

 

people who greeted her seemed like strangers, they seemed to know her anc all her by name. Only for her to look at them with furrowed brows and confused looks, but she bore a smile and played the part.

 

after breakfast she continued to explore, further into the house she found a garage filled with smogger parts and a banner of a nation, the red, white and blue star spangled banner confused her even more, but it was her curiosity of what was under the veil of the large structure before her. However another mirror sat before her, and she- out of curiosity turned it on, only to panick and jump as ‘American Dad’ intro blasted the garage. Vivien could not believe what she was seeing, and less when she accidentally tripped over the pin which held the veil down, to reveal a large black structure, with four wheels but a couple of missing parts. 
 

“where…am I…” she questioned

 

further down the house she exited into the back yard, a shed was the first thing that caught her eyes, upon further inspection she saw a man who was handling what she assumed was a invention, to her it did not seem like a wand, or a stick, yet it shaped like one, made from metal parts. He accidentally fired it, a miss fire and it rang to the point Vivien was afraid of what thing was held by the man.

 

later on she took a ride with the woman that called her “daughter.” She felt weird being called that again, almost bringing a tear to her but she didn’t think too much about it…

 

right now she thought of a way to get back home… at least she had her magical prowess, but… in this world would it matter?