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Do not ask what cries in the night [RP]

Kaenei
07-11-2003, 20:47
Rain lashed down apon the thrusting peaks. Billions of droplets combining together to form great torrents of water that slid effortlessly from the mountainsides. Flashes of lightining strobed through the atmosphere, illuminating the desolate landscape for a fraction of a second, less than the blink of a human eye.

Boulders and rocks unmoved for over three thousand years sagged and sighed as the furious weather paved through their once sturdy moorings, sending them crashing to total oblivion below.

Overhead, the sky resembled more the canvas of an artist, twisted with malice or foreboding. A cruel miz of grays giving over to total blackness as they vied for more coverage of the now forgotten skyline.

Another bolt of electricity, as a hand reaching down from heaven, clawed at the cowering land that dare rose up as the massive mountain range did.


but as this strike neared the rapidly cracking earth, it veered madly, bending away from the relieved mountainside and back into the stormy sky.

Thunder clapped like the pall of an ancient bell as once more a lightning bolt veered violently away from the course nature intended.

A point in the sky, as yet too distant to make out, gathered the bolts, intermittedly they would strike this object, unleashing corruscating arcs of barely suppressable energies.


Gradually the tiny ibject grew in size and magnification, and soon she was visible as her true self.

A bulbous vessel, formed of three spheres of decreasing size from the rear.

She floated gracefully, swaying only slightly as the occasional impact of lightning discharged itself fully across her remarkably resistant hull.


And then, even as the droplets of rain falling on her were instantly superheated to gas by the ever increasing barrage of lightning, she began to drop in height.

A photofluerescent light show of titanic proportions formed as blue arcs corruscated over the hull of the craft, crackling violently from the drive section to the smaller midship and even smaller cockpit assembly.


Painfully, tiny metallic legs unfurled, seemingly mockingly too small to support the weight of the approaching juggernaut, but more than willing to try at least.

The rare site chosen as reception to this curious construct lay only partly flat, great inclincations of skewed rock splintered through the rapidly scorching dust. Forks of blue scoured the dust itself, reducing it further into its constituent parts.


Slowly, she lowered, the lightining building to a crescendo around the craft until at last, with a laboured, heaving effort she set herself down, the ground itself sagging with her struggling weight.


As quickly as it had been drawn, the lightning dispersed, settling back into seemingly random yet pre-destined paths, as nature had intended and designed.

Of the curious craft, there was nothing.





Her fists pummeled the exit ramp again, as though the contacts themselves might pursuade the exit to open before her.

Skin turned first red with irritation, then white with rage before the familiar mottling of bruising took the sheen from her flesh.

Her frantic banging continued until at last she slid downwards, leaning forward until her head pressed against the immovable ramp.

Sobbing.

Cries echoed through the strewn containers, torn packages and discarded drums that littered the cargo bay she sat within. The sound of the outside storm so close through the tantilisingly thin ramp yet as good as a thousand lifetimes away.

Gathering up the shredded remains of her deep blue gown she unsteadily climbed to her feet. A once pretty head of raven locks tussled and ruined with panic, fear and terror.

Smudges of black and gray mingled with the crusty dried crimson of blood, blotching her forehead, cheeks and arms with unsightly hints at her recent experiences.

The young women, who could have been no older than twenty years at the very most managed only a few pathetic steps randomly before the hopelessness that had led her to berate the exit only minutes before overcame her brief reslove and once more threatened to push her beyond redemption.

A thud.

She looked up, confusion riddling her features before damnright fear flooded her eyes, slowly she rose to her feet.

Her head turned to the right almost as the sound was generated.

She recoiled as a cargo container fell lifelessly to its side, beginning a concentric roll towards her.

A thin rattle from what seemed like the opposite direction took its chance to assault her senses.


Slowly she began retreating towards the rear, escape back into the bowels of the craft from the room it had taken her an age to find seemed the only option. Carefully and attentivley she backed under the doorway.

Her nostrils flared as a telltale metallic taste, laced with a foul organic stench filled her nostrils.



She collapsed to the floor as an impossibly bizarre creature leapt from the shadows. Its form barely visible as its sleek, black and green carapace refused to indulge the light that bathed it.

A curved, eyeless head tilted back in animalistic victory, its long, serpentine tongue fllickered out as it let leash its foul alien cry, a high pitched wail that chilled the only listener to her bare bones.

Wrapping its slender, razor tipped arms around the terrified women it hauled her back into the shadows, its whip-like tail thrashing as she vainly struggled against.

A few screams, dogged and steeped in utter incomprehension and aghast rained out, before a new and terrible sound drowned out her soon-to-end screams.

The sound of flesh, and bone being torn from the fragile body that once lived, and now breathed no more.

Once more, lightining flashed, its harsh and short light finding a path into the quiet bay. As it flashed, forewarned and hesitantly, the doorway became visible all to briefly.

Steeped in a crimson gore, hung the entrails of the young lady who had only minutes ago fought and clawed at the belly of the craft for escape. Strung up from the roof, now nothing but a macabre statement of intent, in full disgusting, malice they stood.

And it skulked from the bay, descending into the nightmare maze of corridors that had become its new home.


Its new home, and new incubator.
imported_AmandaTheGreat
07-11-2003, 20:50
OOC: tag. Plus, give me some details as to what kind of characters are you looking for. Or should I just jump right in?
07-11-2003, 20:53
(OOC Good intro, just try and make each apragraph longer than two lines, mkaes it easier to read and understand. What kind of people are you allowing in, and what kind of characters? Fantasy, swords and magic, sci fi, or realisitic? I have fantasy characters myself, but I will not be using my main one.)
Imitora
07-11-2003, 20:53
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Now this is how to do an Alien style RP. So I gotta ask, Xenomorph? If so, you wanna a Yautjan counterpart?
Kaenei
07-11-2003, 21:00
The place is not required, this could be within Kaenei, on a distant moon or simply a foreign nation. The time period is quite simply rather open. You may play feudal peasents happening across a beast of metal, but bare in mind that the craft and its "occupants" are obviously from a future stage. I would appreciate if anyone joining in doesn't try and end it in one night. This will be a prolonged RP.
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Imitora
07-11-2003, 21:01
So a yuatjan would be fine?
imported_AmandaTheGreat
07-11-2003, 21:09
OOC: Can I have my character not able to be attacked by your creature? My characters usually have qualities that I mold so they don't.
Kaenei
07-11-2003, 21:38
[OOC} Ultimatley it is up to you to decide your own Character's ultimate fate and path, however I would be more tempted to point out it may be more beneficial to simply not die at the creatures hands, or suffer sevee injuries, than not be attacked at all. And Imitoria, if you can explain to me what your creature is, I see no reason not to.
Kaenei
08-11-2003, 14:40
BuMPeD
imported_AmandaTheGreat
08-11-2003, 23:53
Jaden walked through the crowed street. She disliked the scent she almost puked. It stung at her sensory nerves. It was a smell of old gym socks with cheap perfume. She was glad finally when she adjusted to it. She pushed her way through the crowd. She clutched tighter to her breif case and moved a young couple that were embraced out of her way. She smiled, such blind love. She wondered what that would ever be like. Jaden was young, but she had advanced quickly through school and was already a practicing social services worker. She was dressed in a black and thin white stripped pin suit. it molded to her shape without being a second skin. She wore her light brown hair in a loose ponytail with some stray strands falling in her violet eyes. She looked younger than her age. She was 22, but looked about 18. She was slim and tone. Her movement showed grace. She continued to walk along the sidewalk when she slowed down because she noticed a women stumbling around. She watched the lady and then she disappeared. She looked into the corridors and nothing. How strange. She went back out into the steet and stopped at a near-by coffee shop. Before she could order she heard a scream. It tore into her and at her heart. She begin to sweat and her heart felt as if it was beating in her head. She couldn't get the scream out of her head. She ordered a double shot of espresso mocha cappucinno. She sat down at a small metal table and looked into her cup. The brown liquid swirled around and all she could concentrate on was the scream. Just her luck on her break from the troubles of the world this happens. She sighs. The scream sighs with her.
Imitora
10-11-2003, 10:46
Blood. Deep crimson liquid. The scent of rot. The cries of fear. A grown man running. And falling. Two gashes seemed to magestically appear in his back, going from left shoulder blade straight down to right kidney, spilling blood, intestine, and muscle on the forest floor. A beast of magnificent proportions appeard over him, out of nowhere, and growled. A deep unearthly growl. The creature reached down, and with a single tug, ripped the mans skull clean from his body. He stuck the head, flesh and all, into a mesh bac attached to his hip before disapearing again.

He was Paya Guan, God of Night. Once the greatest hunter in his clan. Now, he was another bad blood. He was bored with the hunt. He wanted more. Ever since his rejection of the clan, he had claimed near three hundred kills. He jumped, straight up, into a tree, and let out a roar that would stirke fear into even teh greatest warrior. He was Paya Guan.