Topic: Ghostly Visitors OOC Info & Story Thread

Uhh

Date: 2013-03-15 02:07 EST
(Alright guys. The curse that's been unleashed doesn't have to affect your char; that's the beauty of RP. The premise revolves around characters coming into contact with the ghosts of people from their pasts, be it loved ones or enemies. The ghosts are however YOU want them to be. I want this SL to be as personal as possible. That being said, if you have any questions then do not hesitate to drop me a PM. This is also the thread where you can post your writin's pertaining to this storyline because I would so love to read them. That's it! Have fun!)

Rakeesh

Date: 2013-03-15 11:24 EST
I love this playable. I mean, it's brilliant. I'll be writing a lot this weekend, and will post here to link when I do.

Peaches

Date: 2013-03-15 15:59 EST
Question! Is it just those that were buried in this particular graveyard? That is really the only curiosity I had to it! Also, great playable!

Uhh

Date: 2013-03-15 17:41 EST
Thanks, Rakeesh-person. Can't wait to see what you come up with!. *Squee!* Peaches-person, that's a good question. It doesn't matter where the people are buried. I hope this helps! XD

Ben Sullivan

Date: 2013-03-16 00:57 EST
The lights flickered in his office sometimes. It was an old building, and he'd never thought twice about it when it'd happened before. This time, though — this time was different. This weird creeping feeling of dread came with it; the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He very pointedly did not look up from the file he was poring over because— why, exactly' What did he think he was going to see"

Ben doesn't believe in ghosts — not the traditional kind, anyway, the supernatural kind. Things that went bump in the night, sure, and things that reached you from-beyond-the-grave" Every day, he was affected by that one.

But ghosts" He'd been a homicide detective. Death, dying, the dead themselves, usually didn't bother him. Even when he was young, for whatever reason, he hadn't had that fear.

Ben doesn't always live with both feet in the present. Sometimes — not often; oftener his consciousness is likely to skip town altogether, leave his body with somebody else in charge — but sometimes, he'll straddle that line, drift through real-life detached and half-there, while fuzzy, dust-covered, hypersaturated dream-memories play out in front of him. It's disorienting, and it's exhausting, and it's that whole "life feels like a copy of a copy of a copy," smudgy and only half-decipherable and maddening because you almost can make out what it's supposed to be, but not quite—

This isn't that, though. This isn't that at all.

Because he looks up from the paper he'd been staring down at, and his stepfather is standing there, in the middle of the room, just paces away. Roland has been dead for five years now — but there he was. Not quite see-through, the way you'd expect a proper ghost should be, but not quite there either — too-sharp, ultra-contrast, so unreal he had to be real.

Ben jumps up from his chair like the surface of it burns him; his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape, working around words that he can't seem to pull himself together enough to form. Finally, after what seems like forever, "No, it can't be you." The line uttered in every movie about ghosts. "You're dead. I watched you die—"

And there it is, just a blip — here and there, still standing in his office, somehow aware of his real surroundings, with the shadowy, too-real wisp of memory playing out in his vision at the same time, blurred and hi-def, muted, still turned up to eleven: Ben, kicking the door to the motel room open. A blip of fastforward— Roland, dropping the container of takeout Chinese, clutching at his chest. Blip, and Roland is clinging to Ben, begging for forgiveness, blip, and he's staggering backward, and Ben can hear his own voice in his ears, echo-y but clear, I hate you.

The memory vanishes in a slow-to-fade flash of white light, but the apparition doesn't. It's real. It's real, real-life-right-now real, and it drifts toward Ben, Ben-in-real-life-Ben, and the voice that wheezes out Ben's name is the exact same that he'd just heard in that memory, begging, begging, forgive me, Ben—

Ben takes two steps backward, but then his back is pressed against the wall, and there's nowhere else to go, and the very, very real figure of Roland keeps coming toward Ben, floats right through his desk, he's only a few feet away and he's still coming closer—

And it all goes black.

( x-posted in Sullivan and Associates! )

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2013-03-16 08:12 EST
An awesome idea, and this will tie in perfectly with the Forgettting Fate SL posts we havem as well! Thanks a ton!

Icer1978

Date: 2013-03-16 09:15 EST
Momma had been catching up. Spending more and more time with her grand child. They had lots of catching up to do.

A game of tag in the lake was just one of those ways. It never mattered who had won, just that she was with Pestilence.

She had even gotten a smile. She would meet back up with her at the lair. For there was something important to do.

Gathering up ice flowers, she moved toward the graves of her great grand children. There she would sit for a time, before leaving the flowers with a croon.

Later that night....She had been slumbering soundly, when something cold pressed against her. Her mate was warmer then she, and one eye opened to peek down near her side.

Nothing was there...Or was it' She could feel the chill as if someone was snuggled against her.

Looking closer, soon she had her answer. One of her great grand babies, ghostly pale and transparent peeked up at her. It should have been unnerving, but instead, it was comforting. A whisper to the spirit and soon they both were on the move.

Making their way down the tunnels until they reached Dominique's room. She peeked inside.

Pestilence was resting. And at her side where a few more ghostly dragonlings. A few stirred and peered out at their great grandmother. But They stayed at their mother's side.

A few more tumbled across the floor as they batted and pounced each other. Chasing brothers and sisters as if they still had life. Or not knowing they were dead.

Peaches

Date: 2013-03-17 03:30 EST
Grave Encounters

Sulissurn

Date: 2013-03-17 08:37 EST
But if you try sometimes you just might find: You Get What You Need

Summer Daniels

Date: 2013-03-17 18:38 EST
Wounds that hurt when it rains....

http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t= 25174

And thanks for this playable, gave me a good way to bring up something from Summers past that isn't easy to work into the present. :)

Ebon Ilnaren

Date: 2013-03-17 20:56 EST
Ebon has a reunion with a foe long dead: Old Ghosts & Vengeance

And thanks for this playable, gave me a good way to bring up something from Summers past that isn't easy to work into the present. :) Consider this sentiment echoed from me with regards to Ebon....not only will this let me reveal a moment or two of history, but it will plant seeds of future storylines. :D

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2013-03-17 21:27 EST
Recollections & Visits

http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=174875#174875

Peaches

Date: 2013-03-18 14:20 EST
More! This playable is seriously beast moding my inspiration. <3

Grave Encounters

Cath

Date: 2013-03-18 20:59 EST
Ghosts and Shadows

Great storyline! :D

Uhh

Date: 2013-03-18 22:52 EST
Sooo much awesome. Seriously, so many talented writers and such great (sometimes tearjerking) reads. I'm so glad people are having fun with this. I also wanna thank Sadhbh's wonderful player for running the Forgetting Fate SL. Bwoomp!

Colt Daniels

Date: 2013-03-18 23:01 EST
Standing on the Edge

Artemis Fowl

Date: 2013-03-20 19:45 EST
Malfunctions

Renfield Turnbull

Date: 2013-03-20 22:18 EST
Drew

Huh

Date: 2013-03-20 22:50 EST
Secondary Images

Rakeesh

Date: 2013-03-23 23:17 EST
Rakeesh and The Ones That Were Forgotten (a sub-chapter in "The Lion Never Sleeps" SL)

This is part one of what will be two. Really enjoyed writing this.

NorseLady

Date: 2013-03-24 03:42 EST
A Grave Sight

:cool:

Icer1978

Date: 2013-03-24 15:23 EST
"They need you." Her mother's voice sounded in her head as she slept. She had not seen her adopted mother since the battle with the demon.

"They need you." It echoed again. Waking groggilly from her slumber she had slipped through the cavern. The biting cold of the waterfall not bothering her, but it did wake her fully.

Soon she had taken to the air. finding an air current, she spread her wings wide and glided as far as it would take her before she'd have to beat her wings again.

The voice almost seemed as if it was calling her. Beconing. She was gliding straight for her adopted mother's lair. Descending upon a hilltop, she would walk the rest of the way.

Moon Lyght's lair was shrouded in fog. Approaching slowly, she called out for her mother. But the lair was silent, save the echoing of her voice.

That was strange. Her mother didn't usually go anywhere unless she was hunting. especially now that she had the twins.

Moving slowly inside the lair, she would wait until her eyes adjusted to the darkness....

She was not ready for what she found next.

The silver lay unmoving. Still as stone. The closer she drew. She could see that the silver's chest rose and fell no more. Just how long had it been?

Her mind was looking for answers when the voice sounded again. The twins...

Her brother and sister. Harrow and Solieil. She had to find them.

Shuffling through her mother's cavern, she peered into every crevace. Though she found nothing.

Just when she thought she'd never find them, a shuffle sounded beneath one of those silvery gray wings. Peeking beneath. The twins lay huddled there.

She needed to find a way to draw them out. surely they were hungry. Both dragonlings peered out at their older sister shivering.

But neither would leave the confines of their mother's wing. She could not leave them behind.

Moving back into the darkness of the lair, she followed her nose, a half eatten carcass lay forgotten. It was still somewhat fresh. Tearing off a bit of the meat, she would slip back toward her deceased mother.

Lowering her head so the twins could see and smell the meat. they shivered, before finally inching closer. Backing away from the body, she lead Harrow and Solieil to the entrance of the cavern.

It was there that she'd let the hatchlings eat. Moving herself between them and the dead.

Looking back at the body, she gave a sad smile. She hadn't been able to say goodbye. But had it not been for her mother's voice, she never would have known.

Finished with their meal. The pair looked up to their elder sister then. She could see the sadness in their eyes. and the fear. But she gave both a nuzzle, and without turning back. she would lead the twins...Home.

Hrong

Date: 2013-03-24 17:34 EST
The End of the Beginning

Uhh

Date: 2013-03-29 19:27 EST
Everyone did so frickin' wonderful! I've ordered up some inventory icons, so I'll send those out as soon as I get them. Thank you guys for playing! XD :D :)

Rakeesh

Date: 2013-04-21 20:31 EST
One last late submission (my unwritten part 2), as I got caught up IRL for the past few weeks.

Rakeesh and The One That Was Remembered

Thanks for setting up this plotline. Interested to see how it might wrap up, overall, if it hasn't already. :)

Jenai Ravenlock

Date: 2013-04-23 17:17 EST
Don't feel bad! I thought I had linked mine already but had not! I have to say this was one of my favorite ideas~ Thank you for sharing your idea with all of us.

Jenai's "Visitor" was in the third thread, when she needed him the most.

http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t= 25245