~Buddy~ (Rook Hunter, Jack Jason Woodsworth, and Noodles),
Judah (Raven Shadowbolt, Cat, Equinox Xavier, and Jamanukai Foe),
And
BearSoliloquy (Willow Redleaf, Benjamin Woodsworth, Inevitable, Dr. Juida, and various Nindroids/characters.)
(Author's Note: I do not calm ownership of anyone else's character(s). Only my own. If you wish for your character(s) to not be in the story, please tell me as soon as possible. )
Post by BearSoliloquy on Aug 20, 2019 21:15:30 GMT
Prologue
Drip, drip.
The sky is mourning.
Drip, drip.
Its tears tumbling to the ground below.
Drip, drip.
A figure stares up at the weeping heavens, heavy raindrops shattering on his face. The yellow glow from a single lamppost illuminates his solemn expression and stringy black hair. In his left hand, the stranger clutches the handle of a steel blade, holding on to it like someone still trying to grasp their fading past. "Pathetic," He whispers to the howling night, "You gave me a gift. And now you snatch it away like a selfish child." The light begins to flicker as if becoming smothered by the surrounding dark void. "But I'll get it back." Thunder crackles in the sky. Screaming a warning to anyone who will listen. "You'll see, not even in death can you take it away from me, Mr. Walker!" A small chuckle spills out his mouth. "No, I'll tear apart every city, rip open every mountain, and hack through every soul until I find what you've taken! Until I find what you've all taken!" The figure hurls the blade at the light, shattering both glass and bulb. Snuffing out the only barrier between him and shadow. "Until I find what death has taken."
(Author's Note: Mods is there a way to put this post before chapter one? No worries, if there's not. Thanks! )
A figure stares up at the weeping heavens, heavy raindrops shattering on his face. The yellow glow from a single lamppost illuminates his solemn expression and stringy black hair. In his left hand, the stranger clutches the handle of a steel blade, holding on to it like someone still trying to grasp their fading past. "Pathetic," He whispers to the howling night, "You gave me a gift. And now you snatch it away like a selfish child." The light begins to flicker as if becoming smothered by the surrounding dark void. "But I'll get it back." Thunder crackles in the sky. Screaming a warning to anyone who will listen. "You'll see, not even in death can you take it away from me, Mr. Walker!" A small chuckle spills out his mouth. "No, I'll tear apart every city, rip open every mountain, and hack through every soul until I find what you've taken! Until I find what you've all taken!" The figure hurls the blade at the light, shattering both glass and bulb. Snuffing out the only barrier between him and shadow. "Until I find what death has taken."
(Author's Note: Mods is there a way to put this post before chapter one? No worries, if there's not. Thanks! )
The only option would be for you to re-post chapter one and me to delete the original.
A figure stares up at the weeping heavens, heavy raindrops shattering on his face. The yellow glow from a single lamppost illuminates his solemn expression and stringy black hair. In his left hand, the stranger clutches the handle of a steel blade, holding on to it like someone still trying to grasp their fading past. "Pathetic," He whispers to the howling night, "You gave me a gift. And now you snatch it away like a selfish child." The light begins to flicker as if becoming smothered by the surrounding dark void. "But I'll get it back." Thunder crackles in the sky. Screaming a warning to anyone who will listen. "You'll see, not even in death can you take it away from me, Mr. Walker!" A small chuckle spills out his mouth. "No, I'll tear apart every city, rip open every mountain, and hack through every soul until I find what you've taken! Until I find what you've all taken!" The figure hurls the blade at the light, shattering both glass and bulb. Snuffing out the only barrier between him and shadow. "Until I find what death has taken."
(Author's Note: Mods is there a way to put this post before chapter one? No worries, if there's not. Thanks! )
The only option would be for you to re-post chapter one and me to delete the original.
Post by BearSoliloquy on Aug 20, 2019 21:26:35 GMT
Chapter One: Silhouette
One year later…
The rumble of cars, the city's heartbeat. The hum of breath, a man's life source. White lights of a metropolis drowning out the yellow of stars. A young man in a red hoodie walks down the sidewalk unnoticed to the rest of rampaging citizens; ignoring the people shoving past him. He's lost. However, he doesn't seem to care — one foot in front of the other. Click, clack. One foot in front of the other is all he sees as he drowns in his thoughts. A rat scurries between his feet, breaking the man's surreal mindset. He stops and watches the animal weave through the forest of shoes. Dodging and evading every could be, deadly step. Once past the dozens of living bodies, it slinks into an alleyway; disappearing back into the night. The man, however, doesn't dodge people as easily. A push from a hurried passerby knocks him onto the cobblestone street. "Watch where you're going, weirdo." Says his attacker, who doesn't even bother to look at his victim as he continues to walk; melting back into the sea of people. The man pulls himself back to his feet — a fiery burst of anger rushing through his flesh. Weirdo? He thinks while throwing the scarlet hood back over his shaggy brown hair, almost if covering a secret. Not cool, man. Not cool. He buries his now scraped up gloved hands back into his hoodies' pocket and continues to trudge down the street; not stopping until he finds a bench, far from judging eyes of passers-by. Why a park bench is in an alleyway is none of his concern. All he cares about is that it's a place to rest. Even if just for a little bit. He lays down, using his hands as a pillow — staring up at the stars that avoided being snuffed out by the city's glow. He closes his eyes, and slowly, his mind begins to waver. — slipping in and out between reality and fantasy.
Post by BearSoliloquy on Aug 21, 2019 21:15:12 GMT
An hour passes by. An hour of being lost in another world. Only to be shattered by distance voice, shouting for aid. When others would ignore the cry, the man lost his dreams, responds instantly — springing to his feet, while forcing his groggy mind to work. He looks around — the sound of hurrying footsteps echoing on the hard cobblestones before him. A black silhouette shoves his way past him. "Thief!" says another shadow following closely behind, his voice gruff and out of breath. "Get back here, kid!" As the other shadow races past, the man scans the surrounding darkness. Looking for anything useful. His eyes landing on a rope and two chips of asphalt. Good enough. He bends down and quickly ties the pieces of artificial earth to each end of the line. Once done, he stands and begins to run. Splish, splosh. Racing through puddles and piles of grime. The fumes of cars burning his heaving lungs. He surpasses the thief's other pursuer and begins to swing the makeshift weapon above his head. The towering brick wall at the alleyway's end, coming closer every second. This thief ran down here for a reason. And that reason wasn't just to arrive at a dead end. As this thought shoots through the man's mind, he releases his weapon; the tool hissing like a wild snake as it slices the air. The rope finds its victim. Tying his legs together and sending him crashing to a puddle of tainted water. Dropping the golden trinket he'd taken.
Post by BearSoliloquy on Aug 23, 2019 21:25:19 GMT
The man catches up to the fallen thief. Hoisting him to his feet by the collar, and pinning his arms to his back. The other shadow catches up just before the man can ask questions. "Impressive, kid! However, I can take him from here." States the shadow, pushing his helper to the side; causing him to lose his grip on the thief. "Got a name?" The silhouette's hands latch onto his captive's blue hood before he can even dream of running. There's quite for a moment. "Yes, Jeck. Jeck Mason." The man answers. "Don't worry; I have a funny feeling I'm supposed to tell him my name." He adds, to seemingly nobody. The silhouette raises his eyebrow at Jeck's odd response. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Mason. The name's Amos Kane." A groan comes from the miserable figure in Amos' grasp. "And I'm Ian. Great, we all know each other. Can you just turn me in already?" He pleads with a hint of torture in his voice. "Quiet, uh, Ian. I first need back what you stole." Barks Amos. "I dropped it, buddy. Can't help you there." Ian snaps, he voice sounding even more pitiful. Silently, Jeck inspects the alleyway's floor; searching for anything remotely out of the ordinary in the blackness. A golden glint catches his eye, sparking like a fallen star. Gingerly, he bends down and picks it up. It's a badge of sorts. However, it looks very familiar.
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Post by ninjagofanmam on Sept 13, 2019 5:12:54 GMT
This is breathtakingly beautiful so far BearSoliloquy! I can't wait to see more. Especially since I missed so many parts of the roleplay, and the way you write it into a story is amazing!
-last edited on Jan 8, 2020 7:40:43 GMT by BearSoliloquy
Post by BearSoliloquy on Jan 8, 2020 7:40:23 GMT
"The Master of Earth," he says inspecting the symbol. "This belongs to you?"
"Yes," states Amos. "And I would like it back." His voice is firm but friendly.
Jeck hands over the badge, confusion painting his face. However, Amos' all-black outfit makes more sense now.
"How come you didn't stop him, then?"
"Same reason you told me your name. There's something very different about you." Master of Earth smirks. "Can't quite name what, though." With his free hand, he slips the symbol into his pocket and rummages through it; pulling out a white card. "Take this. The Master of Fire and Water is forming a team of us. If you want to join, meet us at that address." He gives the card to puzzled figure before him.
"How do you know of my…?" Jeck glances up from the business card, only to be met with darkness. It's as if the ninja and Ian dissolved into the night. "Element."
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Post by BearSoliloquy on Jan 8, 2020 7:45:16 GMT
Chapter Two: A Red Leaf
There she climbs, shadow her clothing, fear her guide. The city below dissolving into the freezing night. Her mind is a spinning chaos. “I need to find them.” She whispers into the piece of cloth concealing her mouth and noise. The dust of the mountain swirls into her face as she trudges down a beaten path along with the sweet smell of pines. “Don’t stop now.” A thorn bush appears from the night and blocks her path. This place must have not been used in ages… The girl holds out her empty hand, and gently swaying it in the breeze. The bush follows her movement, it’s moon-lit leaves gently rustling. A slight smirk spreads across the girl’s face. Her hand glides to the right, drawing the bundle of leaves and branches with it. A startled sparrow leaps out of the tree, the sound breaking the girl’s connection with the foliage. The plant, however, is now out of the path so she continues on her way. With every step she dives deeper into thought. Memories of the hours before her journey. A smile from a friend, a promise, the tick of a clock.
She glances down at her left arm. A white bandage protects her once bloody wound. A small shudder washes over her at the sight. The sharp claws of a tracker, once embedded itself in the girl’s skin. Watching and waiting, for a wrong move. Her hands begin to tingle at the thought, as droplets of sweat form on her palms. What if they already knew what she'd stumbled upon? What if they make him pay? She clings to the redwood bow in her right hand, forcing her legs not to sprint back to the city. Nothing can happen to him. Not Ben. “Be careful.” His voice seems to ring in her ears. “Make sure you're there tomorrow. They’ll know something off if you’re not.” The young medic had hugged her after that. The girl smiles at the surprising memory. He’d hardly hugged her before then. Maybe once or twice, but not often, not like this. He was usually a more 'kept to himself' kinda guy.
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I can't wait to see more. Especially since I missed so many parts of the roleplay, and the way you write it into a story is amazing!