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  The Little Jewel
Posted by: Thalia - 09-26-2020, 09:26 PM - Forum: Place for Dreams - Replies (5)

[Image: Nimedadreamriver-ava.jpg] [Image: auri.jpg]
[[dreaming in Wanderlust]]

Nimeda’s eyes wandered over the desolation of the shifting city. The air burned up in her lungs, hard to swallow down, and the bare skin of her arms prickled under the crawling sense of taint. Death hung a pall that drained the colour to an arid landscape, the light too bright and the dark too deep, and all in between the shadows purred content, though she ignored them as she searched for the source. 

The pad of her feet paused a moment when a body shimmered across the pavement, bloated and dead, hair like seaweed. A puddle spread beneath, darkening the asphalt. Then the drowned soul simply vanished, swept away on an invisible tide, and Nimeda moved on. Her toes scrunched though, chilled.

Her heart pounded loud behind her ribs. She did not like the City at the best of times, but cast in the net of a nightmare -- of the nightmare, she liked it a great deal less.

Another step brought her within distance of the giant arch. The next into a child’s room. Her gaze roamed the stars twinkling against the ceiling, but it was the music that caught her in its net. Half a wondrous smile flickered as she turned in place, enamoured of the melody. “How do you know this song?” She breathed the question in a whisper, for its notes were nothing of this Age, shivering her skin with pleasant memory. It was a moment more before she finally folded to her knees and leaned to peer beneath the bed. Long curls spiralled upon the floor as she spied into the shadows.

“There you are.” A smile warmed. She shifted to lay on her stomach, chin resting on her folded arms. The child’s bright amber eyes peered back, luminous as twin jewels. She was curled into herself, holding her knees tight, and surprise bloomed in her expression at realisation of discovery. Fear, too. She shifted her small body away, but Nimeda only watched. “I won’t hurt you,” she said eventually. “Neither will anything out here. I will not let it.”

“You can see it all too?”

“I see all the endings,” Nimeda agreed. “But this is just dreaming, small one. You are doing it very loudly. Will you come out?”

After a moment of silence, Nim slitted her eyes and offered an impish but tolerant smile, then shifted up to sit cross-legged. The soft music soothed, if she could not give the tune a name, and her chin tilted to watch the play of lights against the walls, like starshine. She would wait a while, until the child gathered her courage or faded back to the Other world. It was not how she might choose to spend her time here, but neither did she lament the cause.

Slowly, though, a dark-haired head peeped out. The girl shuffled slowly, wide-eyed.

“Do I know you?” Nimeda’s head canted, blinking, as the girl’s face came into proper view. Her clothes fluctuated like a bird’s ruffling feathers, from a nightdress to a pink fairy costume and back, and her black hair fluffed loose one moment and neatly braided the next. Children were not especially common dreamers, and she showed no sign of fading or flickering weakly back to her waking body, yet neither was there a resonance of something older. Nimeda did not even know why she had asked the question. Not from any sense of familiarity. More from recognition. But the child only shyly shook her head.

The music around them changed, and the lights diffused, washing colours against their skin like rippling constellations. 

“Can you make it stop?”

For a moment Nimeda thought the girl meant the music, or maybe the lights, though when her gaze lowered back to her expression she realised from the wobbling fear alone that it was not what she meant at all. “No,” she said simply. Then, after a moment’s thought, added earnestly, “The Wheel does not stop, but that is a good thing! From endings come beginnings. One cannot exist without the other.” She meant the words as a comfort, but they did not seem to help, or perhaps she was just too little to understand. Fear was fear, though, and Nimeda knew its sting well enough -- for sometimes answers were no treasure at all. She leaned and reached to tap a finger against the girl’s nose. "If you call and I am asleep to hear it, I will come. You do not have to be alone." She drew back, held her palm open in invitation. Her thief hand, with the grimnir’s warning splattered against the palm in a pale white scar. “Shall I steal you away? I know a place we can go.”

After a moment the girl said, wonderingly, “You have paint on your hands.”

“I know.” Nimeda laughed, waggling her fingers until the child tentatively reached out. But she did not take the hand. To Nim’s amusement, she crawled right into her lap, arms tight about her neck.

They shifted.

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  Minor Change
Posted by: Nox - 09-23-2020, 01:46 PM - Forum: General Discussion - No Replies

I added "The Story So Far" To the menu on thefirstage.org website.

So I created a "Our Game Story" menu item and under it is the story so far, and the character links with their stories.

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  New Characters
Posted by: Nox - 09-21-2020, 03:58 PM - Forum: About - Replies (5)

We are currently getting a lot of spam from the Application form.

*edit removed password*

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  Wheel of Time(lines)
Posted by: Thalia - 09-16-2020, 07:39 PM - Forum: General Discussion - Replies (6)

This is interesting Smile

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  Dr. Rhys Ferguson
Posted by: Angelika - 09-16-2020, 06:59 PM - Forum: PPC board - No Replies

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A doctor who works with Dr Weston in the Facility.  His current project is to study the underground creatures.



   

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  Escaping Chains
Posted by: Sterling - 09-16-2020, 05:36 PM - Forum: Greater Moscow - Replies (1)

Ever since she had been found at Kallisti her parents had tethered her to her room.  She was grounded, her wallet gone, her access to the internet vanished. She had nothing but school.  Risha was mad at her for leaving her out of it. Sterling couldn't even apologize in school.  So there it stayed with her best friend.

There was no escaping the chains her parents had placed on her.  Except...

Her parents had gone to work.  They expected her to go to class on her own, and she did.  She walked out the door with every intention of going to school.  But she walked and then missed her turn. It was on accident, at least that's what she told herself.

Sterling had never skipped classes before.  It left a tight knot in her stomach but Sterling kept walking.

Sterling walked until she saw the river.  And then she walked along the river and wondered what else she might do with the power.  Julianna hadn't given her much instruction, and she had left before she could learn more.  She could go to Kallisti again, but maybe she could learn on her own.

Sterling stuck her legs over a pier on the river and swung her legs.  She closed her eyes and let the sunshine upon her -- figuratively and physically.  She felt warmth envelop her and she looked out over the river and saw the world a little crisper.  The air smelled a little fouler and the breeze upon her skin was soft like a feather. It was wonderful...

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  A Job Interview (closed)
Posted by: Anna - 09-15-2020, 07:00 PM - Forum: Nightlife & Entertainment - Replies (10)

Summer had been fun after graduating from Julliard.  Really anything was fun after Julliard.  It wasn't that Anna hadn't learned anything or had any fun at all, but everyone there was so uptight and needed to learn how to relax and just have a good time.  Anna had built up a decent amount of money working at the Pink Rose, and with that, she had left the States for Moscow.  Everybody who was anybody seemed to levitate towards the city.  Truth be told, it was now the center of the world. 

Anna had found herself an apartment and mostly had gotten her life in order, but work was still something she needed.  She could probably live for awhile off of her savings, but in order to live her best life, she would need a fresh influx of cash occasionally.  So she began searching for jobs in the city.  With a degree from Julliard as well as recommendation letters from professors, it was likely she would find something, however, a job posting caught her eye.  Kallisti House of Burlesque was hiring dancers.  Anna did her research and Kallisti appeared to be a pretty upscale place.  It wasn't the Pink Rose for sure - burlesque dancing and stripping were two different things although they both intrigued the viewer with forbidden fruit.  

Anna found herself smiling.  It would likely be a fun job and a well paying one.  Anna continued her deep dive on the establishment and there were rumors of the talent using some sort of power to enhance their show.  Anna flinched a little at that.  She was still scared of the power she held inside.  If that was happening, she'd likely have to face it sometime.

Anna made a call to the Pink Rose, asking a request for a letter of recommendation from her former manager.  She did include that in most of the more classical job applications.  Most of them still frowned on exotic dancing, but she felt this would be a good addition to her resume at Kallisti.
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She received a call a few days after applying and scheduled an interview.  Anna spent that time practicing and putting together an outfit should they ask her to dance.  It wouldn't be out of place to do so.  Anna dressed professionally, putting on a white blouse and black skit and black tights. Anna finished a cup of coffee and grabbed a bottle of water to get on the bus to the club.  ON the way there, she mentally prepared herself for the interview.  Anna felt confident, but still the nerves of being judged always came.  It was only natural.  As her nerves rose, she could sense the power hiding - a glowing light that beckoned.  Anna ignored it as much as possible.

She paid the driver and sighed in relief as she arrived at the club.  It was during the day, so the club wasn't really running.  The doors were opened, however.  Staff would be prepping for the shift and the dancer's would be rehearsing.  A woman approached her shortly after entering, a slight look of confusion on her face.  Based on her physique, Anna would have guessed she was also a dancer, but she really didn't know.

"Hello, we're closed right now.  We open in a few hours if you want to see a show,"

The woman was at least polite and offered a smile.  This probably happened occasionally.

"Hi," Anna responded, offering her own smile. "Actually, I'm here because I have an interview with Carmen today."

The woman's eyes brightened in realization. "Ah! I see. Follow me!"

Anna nodded and the woman led her to a room with some chairs and a table. "Please take a seat.  I'll let Carmen know you are here!"

Anna listened and thanked the woman.  She set her bag with some costumes beside her chair and waited for Carmen to arrive.

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  Anna Rodriguez
Posted by: Anna - 09-15-2020, 03:55 PM - Forum: Biographies & Backstory - No Replies

Anna Rodriguez


Age: 22


Origin: Chicago, IL - Currently Moscow


Psychological Description: Anna is confident in herself and her abilities, with the exception of channeling.  Anna can be impulsive and has issues with authority figures unless they are an employer.  She isn't easily frustrated and is a very hard worker, especially when she sees enjoyment or profit in what she is doing.  Generally she is in a good mood, and she is slow to anger.


Physical Description: Anna has the athletic build of a dancer.  She stands at 5'10" with long black hair and brown eyes.  


Channeler

Current Stength: 10

Potential Strength: 28

Reborn Goddess: Xochiquetzal


Biography:


Anna was born on July 5, 2024 in Chicago, IL.  Early on, her parents noticed an aptitude and love for dance and encouraged this in their daughter.  She started learning gymnastics and ballet at a young age and flourished in these athletic activities.  As she grew, Anna continued to learn and be involved in dance groups both in and outside of school.


Anna attracted the attention of talent scouts as she neared her senior year in high school. Universities offered her an abundance of scholarships to join their dance programs, but Anna decided she wanted and deserved the best.  At eighteen years, she did her formal audition into the program  at the Julliard School.  Despite her talent, she was naturally nervous at the audition.  Her prepared dance had a move in which she would constantly lose her balance.  As she danced she found she moved easily through the steps and completed her audition.  She was accepted with a full scholarship to the Julliard School.


Just as the new school year at University started, Anna fell ill.  She was worried that this would affect her school year, but she recovered in time to go to school.  The same illness came as she continued to go through the year, often after a brutal rehearsal or a performance.  Eventually another dancer and her roommate, Julie Smith, would tell her what she was experiencing.  


Julie, like Anna, could channel.  Julie had recognized the symptoms of the illness and was able to sense Anna’s power.  Julie offered to teach Anna how to use her power, but Anna refused.   She was frightened of the power and what she could do with it.


Anna continued through school despite the fact that she didn’t really feel she fit into the high brow nature at Julliard.  Anna was a student of all types of dance, but they really only focused on the more “high class” dancing.  Anna took a slight to this, so when she began searching for jobs to make money while in school she went the completely opposite direction.  She found a club called the Pink Rose and applied. The Pink Rose was a strip club outside of the city and she found that not only did she enjoy her work there, she was good at it. Having a full ride, all the money she made was pocketed and she left school with a decent amount of wealth.


After graduating, Anna decided to expand her horizons.  Russia seemed the place to be at this point, so she got her personal effects together and moved to Moscow.  The only thing on her mind was to enjoy her life.

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  What Comes Before
Posted by: Nox - 09-10-2020, 06:24 PM - Forum: Red-light district - Replies (33)

[[ continued from This is Me ]]

Raffe still wasn't comfortable talking about his gift.  Nox wanted to help. He felt lost and confused with his feelings about it. He didn't want Raffe to die.  He didn't want Raffe to do anything that he didn't want to either.  And once they were outside Nox took Raffe's hand and gave him a happy smile. Raffe always seemed to bring that smile out. "If you don't feel it then you don't have to come back. I just don't..."  Nox didn't finish the words, Raffe knew what would happen. "Maybe you can figure it out like the rest of us did.  Problem though with that is you end up doing something that makes you have to do that. I knew one guy who had to be afraid to use the power.  My sister and I had to hold hands before we could even touch the power inside."  Nox shrugged. "I'll try to drop it, let you figure out what you want, but I care and it's hard, and I can't fix it. I want to fix it."

Nox hadn't forgotten the actual question he'd asked him,but it was hardly as important.  But he wasn't ignoring Raffe either. Nox hated feeling like he was bad at something.  "The arm is lighter."  Nox shrugged the new limb. "But I think I won't get eaten alive because I can't move with it now. I'll keep practicing though." Nox chuckled. "Though I hate taking this piece of equipment into a fight. I mean, what if I break it." Which was a real fear. Nox hadn't broken the landwarriors Sage had given him, or the ones Aria had either.  He could take care of things, but this was an arm, what if he got bit again or there was no other choice... So many things...

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  Nepenthe
Posted by: Thalia - 09-03-2020, 06:54 PM - Forum: Place for Dreams - Replies (1)

“For although nepenthe has calmed me,
I know always that I am an outsider; 
a stranger in this century 
and among those who are still men.”
H.P Lovecraft, The Outsider

Nimeda regretted the loss of control immediately, and by then it was already too late. She knew enough of Noctua now to understand that her flight would wound him, and that he might not even forgive her for it, but realisation only unravelled her further from corporeality. She did not understand the reason for the reaction, and she felt shame for it that only pushed her further away from the source of the pain.

The irascibility of his nature had never phased her, and she did not take such slights deeply even when she thought they were probably meant to cut. His kindnesses, though; those were hoarded carefully, treasured, and perhaps that was why the very congenial manner in which he pushed her away instead stung her to surprised hurt, for he had looked so ashamed as he did it.

Noctua had told her with certainty that they dreamed for illumination, and she did not think he was wrong; but, Nimeda also believed they dreamed of the things they Needed.


Melancholy lingered when next she woke. The dismay tinged her solitary wanderings, until she found herself amidst the landscape she had last discovered Noctua escaping. Her feet dangled from the bridge he had jumped, her gaze wide upon the looming city while her thoughts churned as sluggishly as the turgid river below. Her chest ached to behold it, perhaps because for now it felt like loss more than invitation. She felt grieved more than anything; for the way he closed himself away, and for the way she had made things infinitely worse.

She cast out several times for evidence of his presence, but either he was not here or he did not wish her to find him. If he were asleep at all, she hoped that this time it was at least peaceful.

For a long time she stayed in silence, emotions passing like tides into stillness. Noctua had told her to remember something about the city, but this night she couldn’t bear to step foot inside it, afraid she would find it unfathomable. She had told him how such places only exemplified her isolation, and thus she usually chose to haunt the wild places instead. The burbling of a stream might be conversation; ocean tides a game of chase; submergence to the deepest watery depths an embrace. But sometimes she wondered what such vast concrete places might be like with souls to fill them.

It was why she had asked him to show her (and why, when he refused, she had shared something of herself instead) -- a wonder revealed in the light of another, and a tangible connection forged in the weightlessness of her world. In guideless exploration Nimeda might wander the entire dream and understand nothing of what she saw, and tonight such a prospect was too much of a chasm to do more than contemplate from a distance. In fearless pursuit she would yet follow. But first she must reconcile that he may never really let her in.

Loneliness could be a most terrible poverty.

She closed her eyes, and willed for solace; until, finally, she shifted away.

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Nepenthe /nɪˈpɛnθiː/ (Ancient Greek: νηπενθές, nēpenthés) is a fictional medicine for sorrow – a "drug of forgetfulness" mentioned in ancient Greek literature and Greek mythology.

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