forum Author's World Reboot- Closed

Started December 18, 2019 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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My Author works here. He doesn't pay much attention to me, though, so I'm usually stuck in this cell or- The writting stopped, and "or" was crossed out.

Got it, Cicada responded to the writing. She took note of the crossed off or, So do have your magic? Or did you have any in the first place?

Yes, I have my magic. Author's who work for the government here are allowed to do that. The words were getting squished closer and closer together. The person was either in a rush, or they had used their best hand-writing before and this was their normal.

Aron backed up, staring at the man with his eyes narrowed. "Back off." He snarled.

Ain't that nice, Cicada wrote before tapping the pen slightly. It was, different but she had figured it out quicky, So do you get accesses to records and stuff?

"Watch your tongue," the man snapped. "You're in enough trouble as it is." He grabbed on to Aron's arm, intending to drag him out.

Lord no. Even if my Author works here, I can't get into anything like that. Quiet laughter could be heard in the hall outside of Cicada's room; someone must be out there.

Cicada heard the laughter and stood up from where she was. She made her way over to the door, Ahhh alright. Can you roam the halls freely?

No, I can't. I either have to be in my room or with my Author. Suddenly, halfway through the sentence, the handwriting went back to the way it had been before, prime and proper. Why would you think I could roam the halls?

I met a guy… Cicada wrote back looking outside of the door. She asked out to the hall, "Hello? Anyone out there?" I guess it makes sense.

What was his name? Crow asked. The laughter had died out, but a person walked up to Cicada's door.
"I am," they said. "I'm Crow's Author." They sounded like a soldier, and dressed like one too.

Anita, I think Cicada wrote down before she looked out the door to see the solidier. She thought for a moment, "Ah, it's nice to meet you. Wait, does that mean all of the guards are authors?"

"Hm? No, not all. Just a few of us. It's not required for this position like it is for others, so a lot of us are bad at writing in general. Last I checked, there were only five of us who have charries."
I don't know of any Anitas, Crow wrote. There was a pause for about a minute, and then they wrote again.
Maybe you mean Akira? I know she was out and about recently, but she wasn't supposed to be.

"Ah, that explains why most of them are dicks," Cicada said with no hesitation. She looked down and responded to Crow, Yeah her.

The soldier was quiet for a moment but then burst out laughing.
"Yes, that explains a lot," he said, voice full of humor. He chuckled again. "I was actually coming by to pick up Crow when I saw you two were talking so I decided to watch."

"You have a notebook too I'm guessing?" Cicada said looking down to the notebook before looking back up with a grin on her face, "So you already know who I am."

"Nope," the soldier said. "I have access to Crow's mind. I know everything about them, which means I know as much as they do at this point." He smiled easily, not bothered by what he had just said. It made sense, after all; for someone to write a story about another they had to know what was going on in their head.

"Ohh," Cicada felt herself shudder. She didn't like the idea that someone else could be poking around her head at this very moment. She gave a nod and forced a smile, "That makes sense as well."

(As we poke around in their minds to roleplay XD)

The soldier nodded.
"I supposed it'd only be polite to introduce myself to you. I'm Soldier A, but you can just call me andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)."

(Yeppers)

"Cicada," Cicada responded and gave him a bit kinder of a smile, "But you already knew that."

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded. He stepped to the side, opening the door next to Cicada's.
"Crow, let's go. We have something we need to get to." A… person stepped out of the room. They seemed to be flickering between two states of being; a girl, with blonde pigtails, a pink fuzzy jacket, and a white skirt with thigh highs; and a man with short black hair and a trench coat.

Cicada spotted the person and figured out that was Crow. She blinked a few times before responding, "Great to meet you two."

Crow flickered a few times before settling on the man.
"Nice to meet you too. I'm the one you were talking to." He gave a half-smile, revealing sharpened teeth.

Aron grimaced, pulling away. "Let go!" He snarled.

Cicada grinned back though was puzzled by the teeth, "I put that much together. Though I must say your changing appearance explained the change in handwriting."

The man pulled Aron back, dragging him out.
"You're going to learn your place," he said calmly.

Crow nodded.
"Celeste, the other, was the one who actually wrote first." andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) watched Crow and Cicada interact, taking mental notes.

"Ah," Cicada nodded along and thought for a moment, "Are you, well she, some type of nobility? She had really nice handwriting."

"Fuck. Off." Aron snarled, twisting and trying to pull away from the man.

"No..? Why would you think that?" Crow was confused. "She's a cheerleader in highschool."

"Hey!" The man snapped, grabbing onto Aron's other arm and attempting to cuff him.
"I'd suggest behaving, before something unfortunate happens." A clear threat.

"Sorry," Cicada shook her head slightly. She was confused a little, "I'm not from this time period. What in the Spirits is a cheerleader? Or high school?"

Aron growled, still trying to pull away. "Let go." He snarled again, eyes narrowed.