Maeby

At first it sounded like a distant collection of mismatched syllables. Something abstract and faraway. They slowly started to take form. Whether it was a few minutes or an hour, the young girl on the floor didn’t know. It was her name. She...

The cold leather upon her flesh. The gentle, affirming grip on the nape of her neck. It had been some time. And yet, in that moment, it seemed like it had been no time at all. "Miss me," came the whisper. It wasn't exactly a question. It w...

“What does it do?” Maeby’s lips turned up in what might technically be considered a smile. She sat with her legs crossed in the chair and shared focus with the machine that Iota had been referring to. “It’s called a PET scan. It’s going to...

It was late in the evening as Maeby made her way along the residential block to meet her old friend. It had been a long day of tests for the coppertops and while Shaye and Patricia were back at Zion medical, Iota had stayed with Maeby. The...

The medical sector had been exactly as Maeby had left it. The patients had changed and some of the faces of the doctors were new. But the sense of home and the looming cloud of death and pain blended with the strange feeling of hope and li...

MatrixRefugee wrote: Or, if you'd rather forge out on a path that doesn't require you to be part of a pointless war , the Familia Grigori would be interested in meeting you... Sieges is right about one thing. The Trust remains the most rep...

mase4by Pointy elbows ftw.

Just try and take my knife away, Mantra. See what happens.

Typical. That my thread would be hijacked by Bindi's...assets. But this was always Lov's thread. Showboat away, girlfriend.

All credit goes to the lovely Lovable, a fellow Trustee on Recursion. She has a gallery full of wonders over on our Trust boards and she's shown tremendous talent and patience. I'm not sure what more I could ask for Maeby. Click the pictur...

Maeby sat down on the edge of her bunk and helped guide one of Iota’s frail little arms into the sleeve of a patched up jacket that Maeby had sewn together with medical supplies and old laundry. Once both the girl’s arms were through she t...

Fen wrote: I'll go ahead and give ourselves a pat on the back. The Trust is the finest collection of RPers I've ever had the pleasure of playing with. Every character has a great backstory and I'm loving how all the current RPs are tying i...

Curious indeed. It'll be interesting to see how they measure up.

I know I really enjoy Darminian's stuff. But I've never RPed with him. That's strictly a reader's perspective. As far as actually rping with people, Vanil's the person I've done the most of that with. And that's almost always some kind of...

Until the game serves up actual content, most of it is RP either on Xfire or the Trust forums for me. On the rare occasions I do jack in it looks pretty abandoned. Whenever I see other people jacked in I suspect they are rping their own st...

QuiDormit hobbled down the hallway to the medbay deep in thought. He stepped into the room while his mind bounded from thought to thought. He walked through the room gathering a few supplies before he went to check on those he had forced a...

"I had forgotten how primitive these ships of yours... if you could call them that... can be." The blood-eyes blinked at Maeby from the far bulkhead. Somewhere a snake hissed: engine vapors being vented. "Cavernous, cold, and barren." Clic...

They were a little more than a week outside of New Zion now. The Diluculo was back in the holding bay and Bindi was back in at least one sense of the word. The Titan made it’s way through the sewers as Maeby sat at the table a mug of warm...

Maeby would have wished you a Merry Christmas in Ohio if she had brought her camera USB cable. But instead, it's a belated Happy Holidays. From her and her cousin's kitty.

That's one mighty sundial. Talk about vintage.

AkunOwned wrote: Is Fenshire really just George Michael in disguise? <3 George Michael. Is there any chance that Dr. Foxo will return from the grave and have surprise buttsecks with V? Hint: Real purpose of this post was to create the four...

The blue capsule deep within Maeby's stomach burst into black. The wretched erupted and spilled its innards. Her eyelids were deadweights. Her mind compensated and she saw through its eye. The black spread all around her as it did within h...

Level 70 Forsaken Warlock - Naenya

Two Days Earlier... ~~~ The quarters aboard the Titan, apart from being slightly more cramped, were an exact match to the ones Maeby had just left back on the Eudai; a bunk low to the floor to make up for the low ceiling against one wall w...

Bought it after the show last night. It's cheaper than most albums, partly because there aren't many songs (nine). I personally enjoyed "Little Dealer Boy".

Neoteny wrote: People who can't separate fiction from reality and character from player. Quoted for truth.

Political Correctness. Elitist, overachieving, grade-grubbing, honor students. Emo punk kids who pick up the latest trend and act like it makes them special or unique or rebellious.

MatrixRefugee wrote: If that manpower is even healthy or mentally stable enough to take part in it. Ask QuiDormit about the utterly broken man he's helping take care of. John is no longer with us. But don't hesitate to ask about the others.

I was kind of disappointed with it. I don't expect much out of the series apart from getting giggles out of vampires with a southern accent. But we had no idea who the killer was all season and then the editing (that focus change in the ja...

The young girl let out a sigh and let a hand run through her hair, the second she was out of the medbay. She was already having second thoughts about being on the Titan. She’d asked for the transfer and she badly needed it. She didn’t want...

Maeby stared at the remainder of her bar of soap that was supposed to last her another month. It’d been stupid of her to use as much as she did. Every inch of her was scrubbed raw and it still didn’t do anything for her. She didn’t really...

Maeby rarely slept, for when she did she dreamt nightmares. Worse still worse those she would find herself waking up to. The Eudai's bulkhead thrummed as if alive, the distant drive core a beating heart. The only illumination was that of a...

It isn't unheard of.

Maeby: 99.99% Un-Surrendered Flesh. But as Cov man says. Our role-play forums are both diverse and incredibly active right now. It makes me a Happy Camper. Come join in on the fun.

Hot ****. Well if I ever decide to try and request a commission for Maeby, I know where to go. Outstanding work.

I actually jacked in the other day to find myself in a similar situation. I found myself wondering what hot spot had replaced Camon C. I have some work to do with my computers before I can jack in and run missions for long periods of time...

The wind was strong this high up, the algorithmic breeze of the digital evening racing freely over the cathedral rooftop. The sensual Exile knelt astride a fiendish gargoyle, the edifice's hellish maw cast in cold stone. The lights of the...

There was the usual chirp as Maeby’s spike disengaged from the port at the base of her skull. A small jolt of pain and it was over. She brought her harms in and pushed herself back up into a sitting position as her eyes readjusted to the d...

sallo wrote: My first. Say, that butterfly looks kind of familiar. I was a little cuddly after my Shakespeare class this morning. Lord knows why. I was rehearsing Ophelia's mad scene.

The underside of the Matrix. Lines of data that streamed into a night of venom and corruption. The prism of lights danced like stars in a sky the Construct never saw. An ambience of saturatory blood-red clung to bodies, human and otherwise...

QuiDormit wrote: I didn't stop for you. I didn't stop for Sieges. I didn't stop for The Trust. I stopped for the bluepills. I am not asking for your personal forgiveness, I'm asking them for theirs. I am simply stating facts. I'm not plead...

Cov man rocks. Congrats, dude.

As I understand it: Recursion knows drama. But not the difference between the IC kind and the OOC kind. Syntax is the role-play kingdom when it comes to big picture organization against organization. Vector-Hostile is bloody. I know relati...

Cmdr_Dezreki wrote: The Trust : Yes, they do negotiate with terrorists. And then some.

EndlessVoid wrote: Maeby wrote: Me up in the spotlight booth for Jesus Christ Superstar this summer. And you know, any show about Jesus needs a LOT of spotlight. ... And now I've got the opening guitar riff to 'Heaven on their Minds' stuck...

Need an operator? Me up in the spotlight booth for Jesus Christ Superstar this summer.

A part of me kind of likes these guys: SIN . But I don't know how active they are these days. But from what I hear, Familia Grigori might be your best bet.

"Have you ever stopped to watch the rain, Maeby?" They were together in the penthouse high atop the tower. The vast window Vanil faced the skyline and the steel gray sky. Rain pattered against the glass. The Exile's hands were clasped behi...

She dreamt. A vast stone chamber rose high above her. Massive gothic arches and ornate pillars support a ceiling lost to distance. It was an architecture that has not been replicated... but has been mimicked. The sound of distant thunder e...

The walls were cold and the air was thick. While she may not have been behind bars anymore, her release sure hadn’t felt like freedom. Her cell, while suffocating, had grown familiar and safe. The hallway that stretched out before her now...

Vanil stepped from the moldering gloom that ringed the familiar cell. It was as if he came and went from nowhere and as readily as any fleeting whimsy or feeling of Maeby's. "You're up this time," the Exile said. "Good. You do enough sleep...

A cool hand upon Maeby's warm forehead as she lay in her cell. Vanil's touch was familiar now in its foreign precision. There were no words; only the soothing chill of his flesh and the gentle touch of his fingernails. The cell was gloomie...

A midnight with no moon, a waking moment in which all things in Zion lied quiet and still like so many maggots resting in a gargantuan carcass. The cell was cold and unforgiving and colder still for a dreadfully familiar presence weighed h...

Vanil watched Merril from over Maeby's shoulder as the older woman swayed from the cell block. "The same roundabout logic," he whispered to his cellmate, "the same sort of dismissal. She doesn't trust you. She's written you off as mad, gir...

“You want this off the record, I understand.” Merril nodded as she sat across Maeby in the damp dark space she had now been occupying for two weeks. She sat in as pristine of a white knit wrap as could be found in Zion, blonde hair back in...

In a place between the waking world and that of slumber, like a thin gauze stretched tightly over the veneer of Reality. She was in her dingy, familiar cell and yet she wasn’t, for she is within herself. A dark form sat upon the far end of...

Disclaimer: Previously titled Metamorphosis . This collides a lot with Zdn1's Day of... trilogy as well as Vanil's Revolution . ##Log 621343 //Case #745 //Audio Log 1 //First Witness Interview //Possible Suspect //Interviewer - Zion Office...

Double Post.

A. Because I'm bored and have nothing better to do. B. If Maeby wasn't so morally outraged by everything, she'd join you guys in a heartbeat.

Yeah...so I'm looking for a pretty hardcore rp faction. Problem is a lot of factions are saying they rp and I find later that we must've somehow differed in our defintions or standards. So I'm looking for people who mean to recruit, have a...