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*This is a roleplay idea based off of a game I played years ago. I do not remember the name of the game.*
character A is a normal person living in Chicago, but while walking through a storm they are struck by lightning and finds themselves teleported to a fantasy realm, where they are arrested because they resemble a villainous ruler that was defeated two years prior. Character B is the one assigned to watch character A until it is determined where or not they are a threat. Not much to go on, lots of directions to go, if you like the idea feel free to PM me!
Writing sample based on the half baked idea above:
Nala waved goodbye to her coworkers as she headed out into the street. She glanced apprehensively up at the dark, foreboding sky and just prayed that the rain would hold off until she reached the bus stop. With that thought in mind she hustled her way up the street with her coat wrapped tightly around her.
her luck wasn't that good. She was still a good two blocks from the bus stop when the skies opened up above her, rain pouring down with a vengeance. Within moments she was soaked and she could barely see a foot in front of her. She shivered spastically at the unseasonably cold rain and picked up the pace. She was almost to the bus stop when her heels skidded from under her.
She slammed to the concrete with a curse, the rain still pouring around her. She forced herself to pull herself up and take stock of her hurts. Her knees were scrapped up and bleeding, her hose torn. Her palms as well were aching sharply from the rough concrete. She'd almost gotten to her feet when a feeling of danger came over her.
For a split second time seemed to slow, and the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. It was like the air was electrified. Part of her was screeching to move, but she was frozen in place. As if in slow motion she saw an arc of lightning racing towards her through the pouring rain. She closed her eyes, flinging her arms up to protect her face and preparing for pain, and suddenly she was falling into darkness.
When she finally woke, it was to silence. Was she deaf? Does lightning deafen people? After a moment of panic she heard birdsong and realized with a rush of relief that she wasn't dead. That was good then. She forced her eyes open to see blurry green shapes swaying lazily overhead, blue sky peeking between them. After a long moment of staring and squinting it finally came into focus. Green, leafy treetops swayed above her. A cool breeze played across her face, and she could feel dirt and cool grass under her fingers.
As lovely a scene it was, it was wrong. Very, very wrong. Where was the road? The sirens; the buildings? Where was home?
She tried to lift her head and the ache rose to a scream at the motion. Her stomach swam sickly as she lowered her head once more. Okay, she wasn't dead either then. She hurt too badly to be dead. She supposed that was also a good thing.
She had almost decided to give standing up another try when something sharp pricked the skin at her neck, and an even sharper voice, brimming with fury, lashed out at her.
"If you want your head to stay attached to your neck, I'd recommend you stay still."
character A is a normal person living in Chicago, but while walking through a storm they are struck by lightning and finds themselves teleported to a fantasy realm, where they are arrested because they resemble a villainous ruler that was defeated two years prior. Character B is the one assigned to watch character A until it is determined where or not they are a threat. Not much to go on, lots of directions to go, if you like the idea feel free to PM me!
Writing sample based on the half baked idea above:
Nala waved goodbye to her coworkers as she headed out into the street. She glanced apprehensively up at the dark, foreboding sky and just prayed that the rain would hold off until she reached the bus stop. With that thought in mind she hustled her way up the street with her coat wrapped tightly around her.
her luck wasn't that good. She was still a good two blocks from the bus stop when the skies opened up above her, rain pouring down with a vengeance. Within moments she was soaked and she could barely see a foot in front of her. She shivered spastically at the unseasonably cold rain and picked up the pace. She was almost to the bus stop when her heels skidded from under her.
She slammed to the concrete with a curse, the rain still pouring around her. She forced herself to pull herself up and take stock of her hurts. Her knees were scrapped up and bleeding, her hose torn. Her palms as well were aching sharply from the rough concrete. She'd almost gotten to her feet when a feeling of danger came over her.
For a split second time seemed to slow, and the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. It was like the air was electrified. Part of her was screeching to move, but she was frozen in place. As if in slow motion she saw an arc of lightning racing towards her through the pouring rain. She closed her eyes, flinging her arms up to protect her face and preparing for pain, and suddenly she was falling into darkness.
When she finally woke, it was to silence. Was she deaf? Does lightning deafen people? After a moment of panic she heard birdsong and realized with a rush of relief that she wasn't dead. That was good then. She forced her eyes open to see blurry green shapes swaying lazily overhead, blue sky peeking between them. After a long moment of staring and squinting it finally came into focus. Green, leafy treetops swayed above her. A cool breeze played across her face, and she could feel dirt and cool grass under her fingers.
As lovely a scene it was, it was wrong. Very, very wrong. Where was the road? The sirens; the buildings? Where was home?
She tried to lift her head and the ache rose to a scream at the motion. Her stomach swam sickly as she lowered her head once more. Okay, she wasn't dead either then. She hurt too badly to be dead. She supposed that was also a good thing.
She had almost decided to give standing up another try when something sharp pricked the skin at her neck, and an even sharper voice, brimming with fury, lashed out at her.
"If you want your head to stay attached to your neck, I'd recommend you stay still."
Mundane? What's that? Magic permeates every part of the setting. Almost everyone has access to strong magic.
Stone tools and fire
Combat is expected as part of the storyline but it won't dominate the plot.
Romance is desired but not required, and will balance evenly with other plot.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred. Will be played one-on-one.
I actually rather like your half baked idea. If you'd like to brows my characters (as I post this I have 2, more coming soonish) and determine which if either you'd like to play with, I would love to discuss the particulars and start a game with you.
j_a7980 wrote:
I actually rather like your half baked idea. If you'd like to brows my characters (as I post this I have 2, more coming soonish) and determine which if either you'd like to play with, I would love to discuss the particulars and start a game with you.
I will private message you!
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