Your name is Serenity, and you are going to drag the Moon into a new and greater age, whether it...
-
The site has now migrated to Xenforo 2. If you see any issues with the forum operation, please post them in the feedback thread.
-
Due to issues with external spam filters, QQ is currently unable to send any mail to Microsoft E-mail addresses. This includes any account at live.com, hotmail.com or msn.com. Signing up to the forum with one of these addresses will result in your verification E-mail never arriving. For best results, please use a different E-mail provider for your QQ address.
-
The rules regarding NSFW links have been updated. See here for details.
Serenity I
- Thread starter gibbousmoons
- Start date
- Created at
- Index progress
- Hiatus
- Watchers
- 3
- Recent readers
- 0
gibbousmoons
Well worn.
- Joined
- May 4, 2013
- Messages
- 6,574
- Likes received
- 53,290
Your name is Serenity, and you are going to drag the Moon into a new and greater age, whether it likes it or not.
Index_
Index_
gibbousmoons
Well worn.
- Joined
- May 4, 2013
- Messages
- 6,574
- Likes received
- 53,290
Character Sheet
gibbousmoons
Well worn.
- Joined
- May 4, 2013
- Messages
- 6,574
- Likes received
- 53,290
Assets:
gibbousmoons
Well worn.
- Joined
- May 4, 2013
- Messages
- 6,574
- Likes received
- 53,290
Women and men, clad in black formalwear, turn in circles about the vast ballroom. Lights hang like icicles in streams from the ceiling, gleaming and throwing sparkling illumination across the arrayed Lunarian upper crust from their multifaceted crystal faces. By the drinks table is your first goal, the entrance to the back halls, inside which lies your ultimate prize. That was your contribution to this, the reason why you were here instead of someone else. Your information, your prize, and everyone's gain.
Your keen eyes pick out the few you recognize; this isn't really your sort of party. The Director of Industrial Agriculture is by the punch bowl, flirting with a woman with crimson hair. Ambassador Telvits, from the largest nation on the planet below. He's military, on of the longest-serving Heavenly Kings. And of course the host of the party, throwing tea and crumpets around by the bucket while the Lunar surface tore itself apart, the Duchess Sophia- that utter bi-
You take a step back, and a calming breath to regain your control.
"Can you do this?" A voice whispers from behind you, and you nod.
"I'm fine."
"If you don't think you can do this, Serenity. . ." Your co-conspirator pauses. You don't know this one's name, but there are lots of people who know about this operation. That's partially why you're so nervous. "We have the backup plan."
The backup plan involves using a nuclear device to breach the containment barrier around the Duchess' secure vault. Checking your stolen dress one more time for wrinkles
Your name is Serenity, and you are going to make things Better, even if you have to drag this moon into peace by its. . .
(write ins accepted)
what?
[] Ear
[] Fingernails
[] Collar
[] Still-bleeding stumps
It didn't come as a surprise when you decided on this course. The people that knew you well had only nodded, and said that they'd look the other way when you left. After all, you were always a [vote] girl.
(write ins accepted)
[] Flighty
[] Determined
[] Optimistic
[] Ambitious
[] Brilliant
[] Empathetic
[] Cold
Perhaps it was a consequence of your upbringing, perhaps of your unusual talents. It was those same talents that made you so valuable to the group of. . . well, you prefered the term freedom fighters.
(no write ins)
What about your childhood?
[] You had a good childhood, while it lasted. Minor nobility like your parents could arrange for their children to have tutors, though you didn't get out much.
[] You lived in secret places. Your parents did much the same as you do now, but even when there are thirty claims for the throne, they were rebels. Were.
[] You grew up in the war-torn streets. The merchant class had been hard-hit by the long fighting, but your parents had gotten along well with your help.
[] Defending the current order were paid well, and your parents had made a good living serving in the army. They made sure you could take care of yourself.
[] Your parents had powerful magic, and had maintained the cities as they burned. Dangerous work, but well paying. You helped as much as you could.
[] People in high places have people who deal with problems. Two of those had been your parents, and you had assumed you'd follow their footsteps.
Your keen eyes pick out the few you recognize; this isn't really your sort of party. The Director of Industrial Agriculture is by the punch bowl, flirting with a woman with crimson hair. Ambassador Telvits, from the largest nation on the planet below. He's military, on of the longest-serving Heavenly Kings. And of course the host of the party, throwing tea and crumpets around by the bucket while the Lunar surface tore itself apart, the Duchess Sophia- that utter bi-
You take a step back, and a calming breath to regain your control.
"Can you do this?" A voice whispers from behind you, and you nod.
"I'm fine."
"If you don't think you can do this, Serenity. . ." Your co-conspirator pauses. You don't know this one's name, but there are lots of people who know about this operation. That's partially why you're so nervous. "We have the backup plan."
The backup plan involves using a nuclear device to breach the containment barrier around the Duchess' secure vault. Checking your stolen dress one more time for wrinkles
Your name is Serenity, and you are going to make things Better, even if you have to drag this moon into peace by its. . .
(write ins accepted)
what?
[] Ear
[] Fingernails
[] Collar
[] Still-bleeding stumps
It didn't come as a surprise when you decided on this course. The people that knew you well had only nodded, and said that they'd look the other way when you left. After all, you were always a [vote] girl.
(write ins accepted)
[] Flighty
[] Determined
[] Optimistic
[] Ambitious
[] Brilliant
[] Empathetic
[] Cold
Perhaps it was a consequence of your upbringing, perhaps of your unusual talents. It was those same talents that made you so valuable to the group of. . . well, you prefered the term freedom fighters.
(no write ins)
What about your childhood?
[] You had a good childhood, while it lasted. Minor nobility like your parents could arrange for their children to have tutors, though you didn't get out much.
[] You lived in secret places. Your parents did much the same as you do now, but even when there are thirty claims for the throne, they were rebels. Were.
[] You grew up in the war-torn streets. The merchant class had been hard-hit by the long fighting, but your parents had gotten along well with your help.
[] Defending the current order were paid well, and your parents had made a good living serving in the army. They made sure you could take care of yourself.
[] Your parents had powerful magic, and had maintained the cities as they burned. Dangerous work, but well paying. You helped as much as you could.
[] People in high places have people who deal with problems. Two of those had been your parents, and you had assumed you'd follow their footsteps.
Last edited by a moderator:
UrsaTempest
Yuri Fanatic, Archivist
- Joined
- May 16, 2013
- Messages
- 5,763
- Likes received
- 15,098
[X] Collar
[X] Brilliant
[X] You grew up in the war-torn streets. The merchant class had been hard-hit by the long fighting, but your parents had gotten along well with your help.
[X] Brilliant
[X] You grew up in the war-torn streets. The merchant class had been hard-hit by the long fighting, but your parents had gotten along well with your help.
Last edited by a moderator:
staplesdex2
Status: CLASSIFIED
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2013
- Messages
- 963
- Likes received
- 3,792
[X] Still-bleeding stumps
[X] Ambitious
[X] You had a good childhood, while it lasted. Minor nobility like your parents could arrange for their children to have tutors, though you didn't get out much.
I wanna be this guy.
[X] Ambitious
[X] You had a good childhood, while it lasted. Minor nobility like your parents could arrange for their children to have tutors, though you didn't get out much.
I wanna be this guy.
Last edited by a moderator:
Tetsurō
Communist Penguin
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2013
- Messages
- 339
- Likes received
- 77
[X] Reproductive organs
[X] Driven
[X] You had a good childhood, while it lasted. Minor nobility like your parents could arrange for their children to have tutors, though you didn't get out much.
[X] Driven
[X] You had a good childhood, while it lasted. Minor nobility like your parents could arrange for their children to have tutors, though you didn't get out much.
Last edited by a moderator:
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2013
- Messages
- 28,632
- Likes received
- 114,885
[X] Collar
[X] Determined
[X] You lived in secret places. Your parents did much the same as you do now, but even when there are thirty claims for the throne, they were rebels. Were.
[X] Determined
[X] You lived in secret places. Your parents did much the same as you do now, but even when there are thirty claims for the throne, they were rebels. Were.
Last edited by a moderator:
Dark Lord Bob
Know what you're doing yet?
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2014
- Messages
- 212
- Likes received
- 125
[X] Still-bleeding stumps
[X] Brilliant
[X] People in high places have people who deal with problems. Two of those had been your parents, and you had assumed you'd follow their footsteps.
[X] Brilliant
[X] People in high places have people who deal with problems. Two of those had been your parents, and you had assumed you'd follow their footsteps.
Last edited by a moderator:
MHLord
Why hello there.
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2013
- Messages
- 687
- Likes received
- 151
Selias said:
imposter36
Getting sticky.
- Joined
- Feb 13, 2014
- Messages
- 88
- Likes received
- 28
[X]still bleeding stumps
[X]cold
[x]people In high places hades people who took care of problems . TWO Of those had been your parents . You had assumed you would follow in their footsteps.
I'm really hoping this turns into a sailor moon/ dishonored crossover.
It seems like a good investment of time.
[X]cold
[x]people In high places hades people who took care of problems . TWO Of those had been your parents . You had assumed you would follow in their footsteps.
I'm really hoping this turns into a sailor moon/ dishonored crossover.
It seems like a good investment of time.
gibbousmoons
Well worn.
- Joined
- May 4, 2013
- Messages
- 6,574
- Likes received
- 53,290
what?
[] Still-bleeding stumps
[] Hair
[] Determined
[] Your parents had powerful magic, and had maintained the cities as they burned. Dangerous work, but well paying. You helped as much as you could.
Well, you mused as you skimmed along the edge of the crowd, you'll probably settle for whatever was closest to your hands when it comes time to stop all of this stupid useless infighting. Hair, still bleeding stump, whatever was a convenient handhold. You weren't too picky.
You make it halfway to the door before a servant approaches you. "Would miss care for a drink?" He asks, and holds out a tray of small glasses, each filled with a pink liquid the exact shade of the Duchess Sophia's elaborately curled locks.
Taking one, you give it a sidelong glance. You didn't have much of a chance to sample drinks like this. Your parents were well off, but keeping the city's infrastructure running didn't leave them much free time to cultivate a taste for fine alcohol. You've tried some of the stronger beers that come out of one of the other cities in your time with the rebels, though, and handled those well enough.
Drink it?
[] No. You can't risk that it's too strong for you.
[] Yes. You can't risk standing out of the crowd.
Then you proceed again, making it to the back door and standing nearby while you wait for the distraction. This is a high-society ball, and everyone who's 'anyone' is in attendance. As a group dedicated to taking power from the ruins of the old monarchy, everyone expects you to do something.
You get the idea that they men and women wearing more on their body than your parents made in a year are thinking of something along the lines of sabotaging the microphone, and rigging the stage to collapse. What your part of the operation is doing is, well, completely beyond the pale. That kind of thing is simply not done.
You don't care.
"Interesting day." A gruff voice speaks from close beside you, and you startle, hand dipping to your- You stop yourself from grabbing the signal crystal that would broadcast the failure message, but only barely, and look at the man who surprised you. "Telvits, of the Four Heavenly Kings." He says, but doesn't bow.
That means this isn't official, at which you calm down some. "Serenity." You introduce yourself and pause, trying to remember your cover story.
"Never mind that." He huffs. "I can recognize someone who doesn't fit better than you can act flustered and offended, but I can't find it in me to care what game you're playing, Serenity."
Ah.
You relax. Telvits is well known for being the only one of the Earth King's officers to actually care about the affairs of the moon overhead, but this fit with what you'd heard of him. The man's been campaigning for at least a temporary ceasefire between the various royal candidates for decades, ever since that white hair was a crimson red.
You make small talk about the party, and discover to your enjoyment that he doesn't care for the Duchess overmuch either. After a while, he starts to ask more personal questions. Nothing about the rebels, or what your goal here today is, but he seems to want to know who you are. That's nothing unusual, you once heard that he pulled aside one soldier out of a thousand on parade and asked him what his favorite color was. The man's either a little silly in the head or he's a genius.
"They worked with infrastructure." You explain. "Keeping the city running smoothly. A few years back I started helping them work on. . ."
What, exactly, was your parents' specialty?
[] Atmospheric integrity forcefields. Delicate work, and one poorly cast spell would suffocate swathes of the city.
[] Building repair and construction. You had to be careful not to make the floors too thin or the walls too brittle.
[] Enhancing plant growth. You've got a good handle on making the right things grow. Nobody wanted a crop of weeds.
[] Scrubbing the air. Separate the pollutants, transmute carbon to oxygen, replace the lost atmosphere. Sigh.
[] General maintenance. There are thousands of kinds of machines for everything, and they're always breaking down.
[] Still-bleeding stumps
[] Hair
[] Determined
[] Your parents had powerful magic, and had maintained the cities as they burned. Dangerous work, but well paying. You helped as much as you could.
Well, you mused as you skimmed along the edge of the crowd, you'll probably settle for whatever was closest to your hands when it comes time to stop all of this stupid useless infighting. Hair, still bleeding stump, whatever was a convenient handhold. You weren't too picky.
You make it halfway to the door before a servant approaches you. "Would miss care for a drink?" He asks, and holds out a tray of small glasses, each filled with a pink liquid the exact shade of the Duchess Sophia's elaborately curled locks.
Taking one, you give it a sidelong glance. You didn't have much of a chance to sample drinks like this. Your parents were well off, but keeping the city's infrastructure running didn't leave them much free time to cultivate a taste for fine alcohol. You've tried some of the stronger beers that come out of one of the other cities in your time with the rebels, though, and handled those well enough.
Drink it?
[] No. You can't risk that it's too strong for you.
[] Yes. You can't risk standing out of the crowd.
Then you proceed again, making it to the back door and standing nearby while you wait for the distraction. This is a high-society ball, and everyone who's 'anyone' is in attendance. As a group dedicated to taking power from the ruins of the old monarchy, everyone expects you to do something.
You get the idea that they men and women wearing more on their body than your parents made in a year are thinking of something along the lines of sabotaging the microphone, and rigging the stage to collapse. What your part of the operation is doing is, well, completely beyond the pale. That kind of thing is simply not done.
You don't care.
"Interesting day." A gruff voice speaks from close beside you, and you startle, hand dipping to your- You stop yourself from grabbing the signal crystal that would broadcast the failure message, but only barely, and look at the man who surprised you. "Telvits, of the Four Heavenly Kings." He says, but doesn't bow.
That means this isn't official, at which you calm down some. "Serenity." You introduce yourself and pause, trying to remember your cover story.
"Never mind that." He huffs. "I can recognize someone who doesn't fit better than you can act flustered and offended, but I can't find it in me to care what game you're playing, Serenity."
Ah.
You relax. Telvits is well known for being the only one of the Earth King's officers to actually care about the affairs of the moon overhead, but this fit with what you'd heard of him. The man's been campaigning for at least a temporary ceasefire between the various royal candidates for decades, ever since that white hair was a crimson red.
You make small talk about the party, and discover to your enjoyment that he doesn't care for the Duchess overmuch either. After a while, he starts to ask more personal questions. Nothing about the rebels, or what your goal here today is, but he seems to want to know who you are. That's nothing unusual, you once heard that he pulled aside one soldier out of a thousand on parade and asked him what his favorite color was. The man's either a little silly in the head or he's a genius.
"They worked with infrastructure." You explain. "Keeping the city running smoothly. A few years back I started helping them work on. . ."
What, exactly, was your parents' specialty?
[] Atmospheric integrity forcefields. Delicate work, and one poorly cast spell would suffocate swathes of the city.
[] Building repair and construction. You had to be careful not to make the floors too thin or the walls too brittle.
[] Enhancing plant growth. You've got a good handle on making the right things grow. Nobody wanted a crop of weeds.
[] Scrubbing the air. Separate the pollutants, transmute carbon to oxygen, replace the lost atmosphere. Sigh.
[] General maintenance. There are thousands of kinds of machines for everything, and they're always breaking down.
Last edited by a moderator:
Adyen
Experienced.
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2014
- Messages
- 3,945
- Likes received
- 3,168
[x] No. You can't risk that it's too strong for you.
[x] Atmospheric integrity forcefields. Delicate work, and one poorly cast spell would suffocate swathes of the city.
Kinda ironic if you pick yes and then your parents taught you to do delicate work that if you tried doing drunk would probably suffocate swaths of the city.
[x] Atmospheric integrity forcefields. Delicate work, and one poorly cast spell would suffocate swathes of the city.
Kinda ironic if you pick yes and then your parents taught you to do delicate work that if you tried doing drunk would probably suffocate swaths of the city.
Snake/Eater
Myth Maker of the North
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2015
- Messages
- 6,421
- Likes received
- 7,548
[X] Yes. You can't risk standing out of the crowd.
[X] Atmospheric integrity forcefields. Delicate work, and one poorly cast spell would suffocate swathes of the city.
[X] Atmospheric integrity forcefields. Delicate work, and one poorly cast spell would suffocate swathes of the city.
