CyberTrixxie's Live Journal

And lo; There was Joy...

( Musings of a broken angel )

Several huge things happened this event - things which are hopefully going to make the game a *lot* more enjoyable. And perhaps somewhat less stressful as well. ("WHAT?!?!" You ask. "Maelstrom without stress? Blasphemy!") Things are - though I barely dare say it - looking up for Jezebitch. The house of cards is slowly building back up. This isn't necessarily a good thing. It means there's more to lose...though of course, reclaiming that sympathy vote again can't be bad. It was great to see that those big ol' doors are still open despite everything. Big things ahead. It's only a matter of time before someone *really* tries their luck with ubertheurgic flangeming *shudder* but until that point one can do nought but hope and pray that the social game goes to plan, that all precautions are in place, and that the key is waiting in the lock when the time comes.

Well.

That was a weird dream.

The weirdest thing about it was probably the fact that it occurred in the space between 'ok, I'm going to snooze for 15 minutes' and 'holy fuck, how is it 7:40 and my alarm didn't go off???'. Damn phone running out of batteries.

Aanyway. It's been a while since I've had a proper dream that I remember - since going to sleep for 3-6 hours doesn't really leave much time in between.

The best way to describe it would be Maelstrom in a supermarket. With lasguns rather than muskets. And a crack team of elite special forces (i.e. screwups, because they're PC's) moving from aisle to aisle hunting down the demons. This inevitably meant killing a lot of people who were scared, and never actually seeing a demon because the demons could see them coming a mile off. They were led by a very smart looking Jeff. He had a pistol that called BARBARIAN SLAY. I don't quite get why there was the barbarian in there, or what it was supposed to reference, but hey.

Weird.

Wow, that was good. Really, really good. Much, much better than I was expecting or daring to hope for. Got more consistent high-quality RP (including the most epic and cinematic angstfest circle-prowling shouting match *ever*) than I probably did at the last three main events put together. Jumping at one's own shadow is immense fun. Jumping at shadows that turn into greatsword wielding angels is even more fun! Curiously achieved a great deal more IC than we'd have done if we had turned up in force. Great stuff. Didn't get to speak to 90% of the characters on site - but that's expected. The ones I did get to speak to were awesome incarnate, and made it more than worthwhile.

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1. On your livejournal, list in order from most recent, any character you have roleplayed as in the last two months. (if your memory is hazy then just list randomly.)
2. Include the game you played them in and when you last played them.
3. People can then comment asking one question general enough for anyone to answer it.
4. You then reply with the answers each character listed would give.
5. People can ask multiple questions if they wish.
6. No giving away characters deep dark secrets. These are answers your characters would give. They could lie if put on the spot.

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Two months, hey...ok...

1- Verity Clarimonde, Human Knight, Colour Sergeant in the Inselburg 19th Special Detachment, broken paladin of Sophia: Shadovald LRP
2- Aestar the Defiler, Demon with a Thousand Faces, Fallen Eidolon: Maelstrom
3- Lilith, Disembodied Tri-Optimum Agent: Corporation
4- "Sir Alan", Inquisitor Knight of The Poor Knights of the Passion of the Cross at Acre: Dark Ages Inquisitor
5- Dura, genetically engineered killing machine and high fantasy analogue of Lennie from Of Mice and Men: Gemma's "Sanders" game
6- Princess Allaya/Sara, saviour of the Elves: Paul's 'The Book of Immortals' game
7- Alaris, Eldar Outcast and Runeseer : Warhammer 40,000 Inquisitor
8- Shar'Grikan, Most Ineffectual Gargoyle Ever: Marcus's D&D game

Look! One for every day of the week. Anything I missed?

Moved from comments since it was taking up 4 pages.

Ugh. Why is it worryingly easy to slip into the mindset of both these characters despite them almost being polar opposites? Hopefully I managed to capture the painful sense of unwitting, innocent tragedy surrounding Izza's journey to the new world, and our dear Jezebitch's dark, scheming angsty descent into hate surrounding her failure to attain redemption.

( Triangle, Tomorrow, Light: Aestar and Izza )

In response to lady_dinosarus's comment on my previous post:

052. Fire
022. Enemies
086. Choices

Amirah and Aestar would probably make for amusing reading :-)

I returned from the portal to portals this afternoon, where the steel and silicon beasts sit in their cages, placated by rhythmic thrumming sinusoids and steady tones of initiation, negotiation and disconnection. After embarking upon a great journey across several miles, I made my entrance home, ready to begin an evening placating my own steel and silicon beast. As I performed a rite of initiation and brushed my fingers against the life-point, I sat back in satisfied anticipation. But the sight that greeted my eyes was one almost too hideous to contemplate. Etched into the face of electronically channeled reality was the very essence of raw, unparalleled horror!

Thinking myself imagining things, I turned from the portal before me, took a second to catch my breath and compose myself, and turned back. And it was still there. Facing me, taunting me, written into the visage of functionality and normality I have come to expect when I empower this steel and silicon beast with the energy of artificial, electronic life.

A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I considered, for a brief moment, the possibility that I was seeing things; that my mind was playing tricks. Surely it was a moment's glitch, a fleeting glimpse of potentiality and nothing more.

The screen flickered, and for a moment the abberation faded. The world within the box was returned to a visage of friendly normality. The smooth, curling white forms stretching out across a black sea of emptiness. I was reassured, calmed. A glitch. That was all.

It struck me unawares, while I had let my guard down. The abberant corruption returned, worse this time. Where before there had been friendly, smooth and coherent lines and shapes, I was now an overwhelming mass of geometric perversion, ordered according to its own infernal structure. I watched in horror as my steel and silicon beast struggled to right itself, to throw off the shackles of corruption and stand brave and strong in the face of such tainted horror. But it was no use.

In shock, I reached for the power switch once more, thinking to invoke the seven-count rite of restoration, hoping that things would be fine. My Steel companion stuttered and convulsed in electronic fury as it began its existence anew, returning to life from the ashes of its previous incarnation. But the corruption remained beyond the bounds of the rite of restoration. Such vile taint would not be defeated by a simple first-line trick.

In mounting desperation, I performed the rite of unhinging, and exorcised the gathered dust that encrusted the source of visual empowerement. Steeling myself, I reached beneath the humming altar of golden energy, pressing my fingers gently into its' whirring underbelly in order to ascertain the functionality of the engine of regulation. The engine appeared to be intact - in fact, it nearly devoured my finger in its fury.

My concern rose once more. The engine or regulation was still functional. Evidence was gathering, hinting at the unspeakable truth. No. It couldn't be. How the could the corruption have gone so deep, so heavily engrained, and yet allowed my companion to survive in a contemptible mockery of life, tortured by its tainted existence?

I performed the process of reseating, hoping beyond hope that a simple trick would restore my tortured friend. But it did not - when my friend's visage returned, there remained the corruption, taunting me cruelly. I performed the rite of initiation once more, and my fears were confirmed. This was not a mere convolution of fate, remaining briefly before fading into non-existence. My friend was broken, marked by the unholy lines and sigils of corruption.

I write this now with a heavy heart. It is difficult to see, to make sense of the words which I lay down upon my friend's shattered face. Brief patches of order lie within the mass of chaos, fleeting and tenuous. I have made the best I can of this terrible evil - I have resolved to view it as an opportunity, a chance to improve and advance things. My friend shall live again, even if it costs me dearly. I cannot give in now. I owe it to you, my beast of steel and silicon. I will restore you. And in doing so, I will set you free from the shackles of sluggishness. You will project a scene of angular beauty across your face once more - but with redoubled power and grace. Together, we shall stride through this darkness, and arise, tested but triumphant.

First:

Perfume is great! Go see. But only if you like movies that would be classed as 'sensual'. Just watch it and see what I mean. Strangely hypnotic. I wanna play an alchemist now...

Second:

Oh god the horror. Just watched Sacred Flesh. Lesbian Nun pseudo-porn filled with ridiculously blasphemous imagery (can you say naked female christ being crucified while 'administered to' by a suicidal mother superior as she hallucinates while being taunted at the gates of heaven by a demonic mary magdalene, a skeletal nun and what appears to be a cybergoth wrapped in green clingfilm?). I watched this movie with my mum. The Horror.

Third:

Archangel Thunderbird: Stop Motion Mecha Angels fight the primordial evil Baal and his Sadomasochistic Dinosaur Servant Dygon.

I get the feeling that the woman (who also plays the aforementioned green clingfilm-clad cybergoth in the previous abomination) who plays Miki had way, way too much fun. And hell, if you got to wear that costume and play a character like that, wouldn't you too? With a budget that would make your average old dr. who episode seem epic, and with a 20 minute running time, they didn't have much to work on. Somehow, however, something went ever-so-right. It's Power Rangers meets Evangelion meets Pokemon. It's free to download. And it's great!

Fourth:

Dominator: The Mecha Demon Lord Dominator kicks ass and fights monsters with his trusty katana, his scantily clad sidekick Lady Violator, and the power of METAL. He has a guitar. He plays it, and lightning bolts come out.

It doesn't get any more awesomely cheesy than this.

I think it's trying to tell me something...