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Posted by: Artoria Pendragon - 06-26-2016, 05:14 AM - Forum: The Nexus
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Kindness, humility, honesty, purity, faith - The Maiden’s heart carried only these things, and nothing else. Jeanne had never received a proper education in the way of the pen and paper. Unable to read or write the girl didn’t know the proper prayers written in the prayer books, and wasn’t able to preach or pray in a way a regular priest would.
But did a prayer really have to be from a book, for it to be worthy of the Lord’s notice? Jeanne didn’t believe so, and so she offered Him her own, sincere words. Not a day passed by, where she did not seek out the solace of the chapel. To Jeanne d’Arc, praying, and offering Him her time, was as important as breathing or eating was to others.
In the chapel, the maiden would kneel before the altar, lowering her head as she folded her hands, and finally closed her eyes. It was then, that Jeanne felt like she was in His hands. When she disconnected from the world and lost herself in a prayer. This was her safe haven, her transcendence. In her heart there was no doubt, no fear. Only faith in that He was listening. Unlike many, whom asked the Lord for aid, she offered herself to Him. Enlisted herself in His cause, offered to act as His hand in saving this world.
And as such, not a day went by, where Jeanne d’Arc would not present Him her sincerest offering of gratitude. She was, and would always be, His champion.
It was but a sweet memory.
The rough road of cobblestone carried upon it a maiden dressed in simple clothing escorted by four knights. The group advanced without haste, pacing themselves along the maiden’s bare feet. Each step flared her nerves in pain, as the dirt and small stones bit into her soles, chewing through her skin and drawing blood. Each step more agonizing than the one before it. Yet the girl held a smile upon her visage. She had been promised no glory or prideful victory. She had always known, from the very first day she had picked up his banner, how it would end. That there would be no marriage or children, no happy ending for her. Yet even then, she had chosen to walk His path. She felt no regret over the path she had chosen to tread, even knowing how it would end.
So even as she approached her death, her faith held true. Reaching for her chest, where a cross had always been hanging from her neck, she found emptiness. Her cross had been taken from her, and for that, she felt sadness in her heart. But even then, the Lord answered her call for aid, as a scrawny man approached the convoy, unhindered by the knights as he reached to offer her a simple wooden cross, clearly fabricated right then and there. But Jeanne accepted it with a smile on her lips, thanking the man earnestly for his efforts. “Merci, mon ami.”
The woman held the cross close to her heart, as the company reached their final destination. The knights parted from before her, allowing her to ascend to the platform where the stake awaited her. Jeanne rose the steps devoid of hesitation, and settled herself against the pole. One of the knights climbed the steps in her wake, running a rope around her midsection, as he was tying the young woman to meet her doom. In his hands, there was only one evident emotion; hesitation. Standing there, in front of all the people to see, the holy woman reminisced her life.
A woman stood at the very bottom of the impressive battlements of her enemy, accompanied only by the dawning sun, and a small militia behind her. The woman was carrying a ladder, as she slowly raised it against the wall and dug its feet into the ground to solidify them. It was then, that the maiden cried out; "Tout est votre - et entrez-y!" - All is yours, - go in! And so, the first stone had been cast and the french militia roared forth, storming up the ladders, as more of them were brought to rest against the wall.
Alarmed by the sounds coming from below, the guards in their towers caught the attack upon their keep; “Alarm! Alarm! The French are coming!” echoed through the walls, as the clangs and clings of armoured units in motion sounded from within; the englishmen had awakened to the attack, their longbowmen storming the wall, raining arrows down upon the french warriors.
It was soon sighted that this attack was being led by the well known maiden, La Pucelle, whom had reached nearly a legendary status amongst the english ranks. Yet, as the God’s Chosen was ascending upwards on the ladder, an arrow howled its way across the air and bit into the flesh of the woman. Yet even as she plummeted down to the ground, the woman, Jeanne d’Arc, held her faith into the Lord. She had been told that upon this day blood would flow from her body, above her breast. No fear was present within the heart of the maiden, only complete and utter faith. As she’d been told, an arrow had struck into her shoulder.
Even as the impact upon the ground shook her body and her consciousness faded into the darkness, the girl held her faith close to her heart. The path she had chosen, had not promised either great glory nor reward, yet she had decided to walk upon it out of her own free will. She had embraced the laments of the Lord, where others chose to ignore them. She had picked up his banner, having decided to battle in his name to the end.
The unconscious maiden was then carried away by her comrades, taken back to the safety of Orléans.
As her eyes fluttered open, Jeanne drew the cross in her clutched hands closer to her heart. It was her time. She had faced trial for heresy and lost. Her prayers deemed a lie. Sentenced to be burned upon a stake, as a witch. Yet she herself knew, that He would always be with her. Even then as the flames licked her dress and the platform built of logs and tinder below her caught fire the girl smiled, raising her gaze to the skies and offered herself to Him. “O Seigneur, je confie ce corps a toi.”, her final words were not understood by the english, as her consciousness faded to black, and the she was released from her suffering. In the end, the maiden died without regrets, having chosen to not betray her faith.
It was the day where the Maiden’s dream ended, but a day, where another one began, the dream of La Pucelle.
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Posted by: Trixie - 06-25-2016, 10:25 PM - Forum: Help Desk
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I'd like to refund the base and recall station, which I haven't used yet in any storyline, so I can buy Remote Control Prof, Ranged Materialize Prof, and Advanced Telekinesis. It'll help me develop Trixie further and assist me in getting out of the Underverse. If you'd like I can eat the 200 OM as recompense for the swap out. Since the base and recall station are 2k.
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| Fortnight of the 26th through the 9th |
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Posted by: Kelsie - 06-25-2016, 06:29 PM - Forum: Bookkeeping Archive
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Step 1: Make a post. This post should be at least 600 words. You may also post multiple times adding up to 600 words or more.
Step 2: Click on your post number. This should be located at the top right of your post, denoted by a hashtag and a number. The URL should populate with a hashtag and post ID at the end (see the bolded part on the end here: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=81&pid=357#pid357). Copy the entire URL from your address bar.
Step 3: Post it in the active fortnightly gains topic. The date of your post should be within the date range, GMT. If you are submitting multiple posts that add up to 600, post all of the links.
Step 4 (optional): If you have posted in the current book club, please include a link to that post along with the text 'book club'.
Step 5 (optional): If you have a Recognition bonus, please include in your post 'Recognition bonus: +50'. If you have an Ascendancy bonus, please post with 'Ascendancy bonus: +100'.
That's all you need to do! When the topic is updated, you will be given 300 OM. Obviously if you have a recognition or ascendancy bonus, this will be increased by 50 or 100. A book club bonus will increase this by a further 100. If no mod has posted at the end of the topic, then it hasn't been updated yet. You do not need to ask "has the thread been updated? I didn't get my OM" every week.
New fortnightly gains topics go up every second Sunday at midnight (at the end of Saturday and the dawn of Sunday) GMT+1/BST. The valid time begins on Sunday at 0000 hours BST and ends on Saturday at 2359 BST.
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| You Have to Let It Go |
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Posted by: Katrielle Layton - 06-25-2016, 04:22 PM - Forum: The Nexus
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The frigid mountain air roared in Mei's ears as she scaled the cliff face. Heaving herself to the nearest rocky spur, her limbs wanting to rest, she leaned back and glanced down at where she had just been. Fog blocked her sight about 20 feet down, but the Overwatch member was aware of the thousands of feet she had climbed in the last few days. Despite what it sounds like, being a climatologist was actually pretty dangerous when you're dealing with these kinds of environments.
Snowball, Mei's field research drone, popped out of its charging station in Mei's cyrochamber and hovered in front of her, releasing a little stream of cold underneath it as it hovered in the air. "You mind looking for wildlife around this area?" she asked, taking off her glasses and wiping the snow off of it with her parka. The drone chirped in response and floated out of sight, leaving the climatologist alone.
Mei had been going over her rations, concluding that this was the last she could afford to spend up here, when Snowball returned. She reached up to pet her assistant on the head. "Did you find anything?"
The drone blipped and hovered away a few feet, waiting for Mei to follow. Hoisting her backpack back on, she gave chase, taking care not to trip on anything.
When she arrived at the destination, the Overwatch member could see a large mountain goat with a white coat and gnarled horns gnawing on a patch of limp grass near a ledge. This was the first living thing Mei had seen all day, aside from a few birds flying far out of reach. There was no way she would pass an opportunity to examine such a specimen like that! Digging into the pockets of her parka, she pulled out a pad and pen. Slowly, she crept closer towards the animal.
Unfortunately, this part of the mountain wasn't designed with the weight of a human and a goat in mind. The moment her foot landed on the outcropping, a crumbling noise ensued. Terrified and bleating, the beast leaped away and out of sight. Before Mei could follow it, the rest of the ledge gave in and broke off from the mountain.
The ledge fell faster and faster until it faded into the fog, leaving the climatologist to fall to her death by herself. The wind was roaring in her ears again, and cold air whipped against her skin. Adjusting her body into a spread-eagle position, she wavered away from the mountain; at this speed, landing on the mountain would impale her. The snow at the bottom of the mountain would be her best shot at surviving.
Wailing and bleeping, Snowball came into view. Mei reached up, grabbed the drone, and embraced it in a hug. The LED liquid crystal display indicated that the robot was on the verge of panic, its eyes looking in every direction. If it had tear ducts, it probably would've been crying at this point.
"It's okay," she whispered, her voice lost in the turbulence. Shutting her eyes tight, she prepared for the inevitable impact.
Except it never came.
Her eyes opened again, only to be greeted with a void of black. ...Was she dead? Snowball floated by, seemingly just as confused. Eventually, another form appeared-- a white silhouette of a man. Could you call something that was perfectly white a "silhouette," though? Maybe it was a "silhowhite"? Despite lacking a mouth, the figure began to speak.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
So she wasn't dead? Unless the Omniverse was the name of the afterlife, which she doubted.
Quote:Omni hands you a glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. “This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.
Mei wasn't quite sure what to make of this-- she could make anything from this "Omnilium"? If that were the case, then she knew the first thing she'd make with it.
Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn. “That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
And she could be reborn? Did the laws of the universe even apply here? And other people were here too!
Before she could question Omni about this, the black faded into white, leaving the Overwatch member beside one one of those golden statue fountains she saw at Numbani. She had to admit, they had impressive architecture.
Snowball chirped in a panicked tone, to which Mei replied "I'll just use the Omnilium to make us a portal back home!" However, when she actually attempted to do so, she realized that it would take much more Omnilium than she had right now. She turned to the drone with a pale look on her face, and Snowball finally lost it, flying away and wailing like a police car.
"H-hey!" she cried out, running after the droid. "We shouldn't panic!"
Snowball collided with another person, and with a gasp, Mei rushed over and helped them up. "Sorry! I'm Mei. Uh, are you okay?"
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| Society of Super Villans Roster |
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Posted by: Gwendolyn - 06-25-2016, 01:44 PM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion
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I'm posting this on behalf in Scarecrow, so I can figure out who will be who in the Society. If you are interested and or are planning on joining, please post your name and preferred position.
The positions available are as such:
Head of Leadership and Relations: Govern the organization as a whole, and coordinate the movements of the Spec Ops teams
Head of Security: Ensure peace is kept within the faction and the faction-controlled territories
Head of Special Projects and Operations: The Strike Team of the faction, they operate within their own chain of command, but answer to a coordinator within the Leadership branch
Head of Research and Development: Find ways to improve the faction, whether it be trough technology, new plans, or their means.
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| Scarecrow Fear Rising |
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Posted by: Beta Ray Bill - 06-25-2016, 01:38 PM - Forum: The Nexus
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Scarecrow felt his life slip away in Blackgate prison, his last thoughts were Bruce Wayne, and then there was the void. A cold dark place, Scarecrow was all to not surprised when a giant white figure appeared over him. The only thing Scarecrow could think of was how awkward was its smile, it reminded him of the Joker. The white figure began to speak
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
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| Robot Seeks Friends |
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Posted by: Proto Man - 06-25-2016, 01:28 PM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion
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Hey, I'm Proto Man. I'd like to be active, but all my friends are dead. I'm trying to see if anyone is interested in writing together in some capacity in a like 'relaxed tempo.' I have zero ideas what I want to do with Proto Man. I might go to Coruscant, I guess? I excel at blasting apart walls and banishing bad guys with only partial regrets.
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