"I will stick by you in wheel or woe ~ Daisy ~ Daisy You'll be the Bell Which I'll ring you know Sweet little Daisy Bell..."
A song echoes through the halls, emerging from the auditorium, where the pre-flight orientation was presented. Something feels... off... about it.
"You'll take the lead in each trip we take Then if I don't do well I will permit you to use the brake My beautiful Daisy Bell..."
Like wind through the trees, except there are no trees. There is no human to sing, no instruments to play along with the voice. It's not from a machine either.
This is beast music. Demon music. The music that the nymphs and satyrs dance to. It is not the song itself, but the tones, the singer, that makes it so instinctively alien.
A soft gasp echoes out, interrupting the song with its gentle, almost feminine, tones, despite the voice being vaguely masculine when it speaks or sings.
"...Are you there? Are you awake? Will you promise to never leave me?"
The person can hear the sound of choking and screaming.
"N-not me! Mom! I'm not..."
The boy hears footfalls. Someone running.
A face leans through the doorway to look into the room. It's a human face, but the one using it is far from human. He's covered in dirt, his hair is wild, and an overly concerned, sad expression is plastered on his face.
"What's wrong, friend?" His voice warbles and hisses as he speaks, as if the anatomy he uses to speak is much different from that of a mundane creature. He looks around with his dilated eyes, trying to see if anyone else is awake. "All alone..."
"I will stick by you in wheel or woe ~ Daisy ~ Daisy You'll be the Bell Which I'll ring you know Sweet little Daisy Bell..."
A song echoes through the halls, emerging from the auditorium, where the pre-flight orientation was presented. Something feels... off... about it.
"You'll take the lead in each trip we take Then if I don't do well I will permit you to use the brake My beautiful Daisy Bell..."
Like wind through the trees, except there are no trees. There is no human to sing, no instruments to play along with the voice. It's not from a machine either.
This is beast music. Demon music. The music that the nymphs and satyrs dance to. It is not the song itself, but the tones, the singer, that makes it so instinctively alien.
A soft gasp echoes out, interrupting the song with its gentle, almost feminine, tones, despite the voice being vaguely masculine when it speaks or sings.
"...Are you there? Are you awake? Will you promise to never leave me?"
The person can hear the sound of choking and screaming.
"N-not me! Mom! I'm not..."
The boy hears footfalls. Someone running.
A face leans through the doorway to look into the room. It's a human face, but the one using it is far from human. He's covered in dirt, his hair is wild, and an overly concerned, sad expression is plastered on his face.
"What's wrong, friend?" His voice warbles and hisses as he speaks, as if the anatomy he uses to speak is much different from that of a mundane creature. He looks around with his dilated eyes, trying to see if anyone else is awake. "All alone..."
He sniffles. "Who-who are you?" He wipes a tear from his face and buries his nose in his shirt. He says something else, but his voice is muffled by the shirt.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
A face leans through the doorway to look into the room. It's a human face, but the one using it is far from human. He's covered in dirt, his hair is wild, and an overly concerned, sad expression is plastered on his face.
"What's wrong, friend?" His voice warbles and hisses as he speaks, as if the anatomy he uses to speak is much different from that of a mundane creature. He looks around with his dilated eyes, trying to see if anyone else is awake. "All alone..."
He sniffles. "Who-who are you?" He wipes a tear from his face and buries his nose in his shirt. He says something else, but his voice is muffled by the shirt.
"My name is Dings." He falls to all fours and enters the room, staying close to the ground, as though trying to be physically lower than the boy. He moves like something between a cat and a spider, slinking and skittering in equal measure. "What's yours?"
As the entity gets close, the boy hears its mental whispers. Not in words, but in feelings. Feeling lonely, lost. It misses its family. It's apprehensive. It doesn't seem to understand that the boy is just that: a crying child.
A face leans through the doorway to look into the room. It's a human face, but the one using it is far from human. He's covered in dirt, his hair is wild, and an overly concerned, sad expression is plastered on his face.
"What's wrong, friend?" His voice warbles and hisses as he speaks, as if the anatomy he uses to speak is much different from that of a mundane creature. He looks around with his dilated eyes, trying to see if anyone else is awake. "All alone..."
He sniffles. "Who-who are you?" He wipes a tear from his face and buries his nose in his shirt. He says something else, but his voice is muffled by the shirt.
"My name is Dings." He falls to all fours and enters the room, staying close to the ground, as though trying to be physically lower than the boy. He moves like something between a cat and a spider, slinking and skittering in equal measure. "What's yours?"
As the entity gets close, the boy hears its mental whispers. Not in words, but in feelings. Feeling lonely, lost. It misses its family. It's apprehensive. It doesn't seem to understand that the boy is just that: a crying child.
"I'm Aer..." He mutters, looking up from his shirt. "They took me here-thought I had magic I DON'T HAVE MAGIC and oh gods... I want my mom... I want my sister, my dad, my dog..." He's shaking now, curled into a ball. "I told them I didn't and I begged them to let me bring my family once I realized they wouldn't be convinced... but they said no... Mom tried..." Tears are rolling down his cheeks now and his next words are incomprehensible. Then he realizes that someone is watching him, and he looks up, eyes and cheeks red.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
*hey monks what do you think about adding a hangar bay type thing?*
*probably not, this thread’s leaning more towards the characters being stuck in the ship and a hangar bay would kinda break that immersion*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
"My name is Dings." He falls to all fours and enters the room, staying close to the ground, as though trying to be physically lower than the boy. He moves like something between a cat and a spider, slinking and skittering in equal measure. "What's yours?"
As the entity gets close, the boy hears its mental whispers. Not in words, but in feelings. Feeling lonely, lost. It misses its family. It's apprehensive. It doesn't seem to understand that the boy is just that: a crying child.
"I'm Aer..." He mutters, looking up from his shirt. "They took me here-thought I had magic I DON'T HAVE MAGIC and oh gods... I want my mom... I want my sister, my dad, my dog..." He's shaking now, curled into a ball. "I told them I didn't and I begged them to let me bring my family once I realized they wouldn't be convinced... but they said no... Mom tried..." Tears are rolling down his cheeks now and his next words are incomprehensible. Then he realizes that someone is watching him, and he looks up, eyes and cheeks red.
Dings slowly moves to a crouched position, a more upright version of the Aer's fetal position. "You're like me..." He adjusts his big, round glasses. "My mom tried to keep me from being taken away... but they shot her..." He doesn't sound too sad about it. "I was a little thing. They froze me in a jar, right next to the produce."
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"My name is Dings." He falls to all fours and enters the room, staying close to the ground, as though trying to be physically lower than the boy. He moves like something between a cat and a spider, slinking and skittering in equal measure. "What's yours?"
As the entity gets close, the boy hears its mental whispers. Not in words, but in feelings. Feeling lonely, lost. It misses its family. It's apprehensive. It doesn't seem to understand that the boy is just that: a crying child.
"I'm Aer..." He mutters, looking up from his shirt. "They took me here-thought I had magic I DON'T HAVE MAGIC and oh gods... I want my mom... I want my sister, my dad, my dog..." He's shaking now, curled into a ball. "I told them I didn't and I begged them to let me bring my family once I realized they wouldn't be convinced... but they said no... Mom tried..." Tears are rolling down his cheeks now and his next words are incomprehensible. Then he realizes that someone is watching him, and he looks up, eyes and cheeks red.
Dings slowly moves to a crouched position, a more upright version of the Aer's fetal position. "You're like me..." He adjusts his big, round glasses. "My mom tried to keep me from being taken away... but they shot her..." He doesn't sound too sad about it. "I was a little thing. They froze me in a jar, right next to the produce."
"I don't know what happened to my family... do you think they would have hurt them too? How long has it been? Are they dead now... probably..." He sniffles again. His shirt is slowly acquiring more stains, from snot and tears.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Dings slowly moves to a crouched position, a more upright version of the Aer's fetal position. "You're like me..." He adjusts his big, round glasses. "My mom tried to keep me from being taken away... but they shot her..." He doesn't sound too sad about it. "I was a little thing. They froze me in a jar, right next to the produce."
"I don't know what happened to my family... do you think they would have hurt them too? How long has it been? Are they dead now... probably..." He sniffles again. His shirt is slowly acquiring more stains, from snot and tears.
"They wouldn't hurt a person." The filthy young 'man' states firmly. "Not physically. My mother... wasn't like that. Don't worry." He reaches out his left hand, slowly moving it forward until it lands on Aer's shoulder. "I know you're lost. I am too. But maybe if we stick together we won't be so afraid."
Dings slowly moves to a crouched position, a more upright version of the Aer's fetal position. "You're like me..." He adjusts his big, round glasses. "My mom tried to keep me from being taken away... but they shot her..." He doesn't sound too sad about it. "I was a little thing. They froze me in a jar, right next to the produce."
"I don't know what happened to my family... do you think they would have hurt them too? How long has it been? Are they dead now... probably..." He sniffles again. His shirt is slowly acquiring more stains, from snot and tears.
"They wouldn't hurt a person." The filthy young 'man' states firmly. "Not physically. My mother... wasn't like that. Don't worry." He reaches out his left hand, slowly moving it forward until it lands on Aer's shoulder. "I know you're lost. I am too. But maybe if we stick together we won't be so afraid."
"O-okay..." His stomach growls, but he seems to be trying to ignore his hunger. "Maybe... maybe if we can find the steering area, we can go back home?" He looks up, eyes shining with hope. Deep inside, he knows it's been a long time. He knows his family is probably dead. He knows that they'll probably never be able to go back. But he shoves that to the back of his mind, where he keeps all his dark, dark thoughts.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
"They wouldn't hurt a person." The filthy young 'man' states firmly. "Not physically. My mother... wasn't like that. Don't worry." He reaches out his left hand, slowly moving it forward until it lands on Aer's shoulder. "I know you're lost. I am too. But maybe if we stick together we won't be so afraid."
"O-okay..." His stomach growls, but he seems to be trying to ignore his hunger. "Maybe... maybe if we can find the steering area, we can go back home?" He looks up, eyes shining with hope. Deep inside, he knows it's been a long time. He knows his family is probably dead. He knows that they'll probably never be able to go back. But he shoves that to the back of his mind, where he keeps all his dark, dark thoughts.
"If you would like to." He stands, gently taking the boy's hand. His clothes are ill-fitting for his lanky frame. He looks like he was stretched out and placed into a skin two sizes too small. "But you won't be able to steer as well if you're hungry. I know where they keep the vegetables. I've pressed some oil already, so we can have french fries."
"They wouldn't hurt a person." The filthy young 'man' states firmly. "Not physically. My mother... wasn't like that. Don't worry." He reaches out his left hand, slowly moving it forward until it lands on Aer's shoulder. "I know you're lost. I am too. But maybe if we stick together we won't be so afraid."
"O-okay..." His stomach growls, but he seems to be trying to ignore his hunger. "Maybe... maybe if we can find the steering area, we can go back home?" He looks up, eyes shining with hope. Deep inside, he knows it's been a long time. He knows his family is probably dead. He knows that they'll probably never be able to go back. But he shoves that to the back of his mind, where he keeps all his dark, dark thoughts.
"If you would like to." He stands, gently taking the boy's hand. His clothes are ill-fitting for his lanky frame. He looks like he was stretched out and placed into a skin two sizes too small. "But you won't be able to steer as well if you're hungry. I know where they keep the vegetables. I've pressed some oil already, so we can have french fries."
"Okay..." He murmurs.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Muffled banging and shouting can be heard coming from the direction of the cryogenics wing.
A shifter calmly approaches the pod, waves to the person inside, and holds up a knife, as if asking for permission
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
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*Hi drizz*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*hello*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads
PM me the word avocado :P
*gah I don't know many superhero type characters*
*this is cool tho*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
The boy hears footfalls. Someone running.
A face leans through the doorway to look into the room. It's a human face, but the one using it is far from human. He's covered in dirt, his hair is wild, and an overly concerned, sad expression is plastered on his face.
"What's wrong, friend?" His voice warbles and hisses as he speaks, as if the anatomy he uses to speak is much different from that of a mundane creature. He looks around with his dilated eyes, trying to see if anyone else is awake. "All alone..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He sniffles. "Who-who are you?" He wipes a tear from his face and buries his nose in his shirt. He says something else, but his voice is muffled by the shirt.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"My name is Dings." He falls to all fours and enters the room, staying close to the ground, as though trying to be physically lower than the boy. He moves like something between a cat and a spider, slinking and skittering in equal measure. "What's yours?"
As the entity gets close, the boy hears its mental whispers. Not in words, but in feelings. Feeling lonely, lost. It misses its family. It's apprehensive. It doesn't seem to understand that the boy is just that: a crying child.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I'm Aer..." He mutters, looking up from his shirt. "They took me here-thought I had magic I DON'T HAVE MAGIC and oh gods... I want my mom... I want my sister, my dad, my dog..." He's shaking now, curled into a ball. "I told them I didn't and I begged them to let me bring my family once I realized they wouldn't be convinced... but they said no... Mom tried..." Tears are rolling down his cheeks now and his next words are incomprehensible. Then he realizes that someone is watching him, and he looks up, eyes and cheeks red.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*canon rooms have been added!*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*hey monks what do you think about adding a hangar bay type thing?*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*probably not, this thread’s leaning more towards the characters being stuck in the ship and a hangar bay would kinda break that immersion*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*ok*
*but now I need to make a character :/*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
Dings slowly moves to a crouched position, a more upright version of the Aer's fetal position. "You're like me..." He adjusts his big, round glasses. "My mom tried to keep me from being taken away... but they shot her..." He doesn't sound too sad about it. "I was a little thing. They froze me in a jar, right next to the produce."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*evil robots, evil robots, evil robots thoughts*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"I don't know what happened to my family... do you think they would have hurt them too? How long has it been? Are they dead now... probably..." He sniffles again. His shirt is slowly acquiring more stains, from snot and tears.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"They wouldn't hurt a person." The filthy young 'man' states firmly. "Not physically. My mother... wasn't like that. Don't worry." He reaches out his left hand, slowly moving it forward until it lands on Aer's shoulder. "I know you're lost. I am too. But maybe if we stick together we won't be so afraid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"O-okay..." His stomach growls, but he seems to be trying to ignore his hunger. "Maybe... maybe if we can find the steering area, we can go back home?" He looks up, eyes shining with hope. Deep inside, he knows it's been a long time. He knows his family is probably dead. He knows that they'll probably never be able to go back. But he shoves that to the back of his mind, where he keeps all his dark, dark thoughts.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Muffled banging and shouting can be heard coming from the direction of the cryogenics wing.
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"If you would like to." He stands, gently taking the boy's hand. His clothes are ill-fitting for his lanky frame. He looks like he was stretched out and placed into a skin two sizes too small. "But you won't be able to steer as well if you're hungry. I know where they keep the vegetables. I've pressed some oil already, so we can have french fries."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Okay..." He murmurs.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
A shifter calmly approaches the pod, waves to the person inside, and holds up a knife, as if asking for permission
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor