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pfft don't u have a guardian to create ms cheeto-lover

You did name my SB Among Us :eyes:

@WeepingWisteria hey that made sense xD

and i can see churro >.> unfortunately XDD

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@herbalhour how's your guardian coming along? Would you like some help ^^

Double posting but I have Sasha-5's intro post outline in the collab pad! I'll probably be writing sometime tomorrow ^^

bleh i qwould like some help

i submitted atlas

@herbalhour Atlas is approved! Here's his character banner:

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Also I feel like churro is sticking so I'm gonna take down the poll XD I'm working on Sasha-5's intro post here: https://omni.writerfeedpad.com/627

Hi everyone!! I have written Sasha-5's intro post c:

Feel free to get started on your own intro posts! We start in the same building, but not in the same area, so your first post won't need any collaboration or anything along those lines, so feel free to have fun with your guardian and ghost's first interactions.

Remember, 750+ words and you can claim the second RP Quest (don't forget that everyone can now claim the first one! here: Roleplay Quests )

And if your post gets longer than 2000 or so words, make sure to break them up ^^

And lemme know if you want any company, I can be in the collab pad when I'm around.

The air was thick with dust and smelled of old metal. As Nova opened her eyes, a dim, flickering light casted an eerie shadow on the walls, revealing a hallway of corridors and rooms that stretched endlessly in all directions. The ground beneath her was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sleep she just woke from. Everything hurt, she felt as though her body had been through a black hole and all her bones were broke, but then put back together. She groaned loudly.

Nova's head ached from the unfamiliar position she'd been in, and her head throbbed with a dull pain, a reminder of something she couldn't quite remember. She slowly stood up and felt a chill run down her spine, not from the cold, but because of the overwhelming sense of isolation she was feeling. The silence was almost deafening, broken by the occasional creak of the building and the distant hum of machinery.

Something hovered nearby, its light a small beacon of hope in the dim. It scanned the surroundings, "Goodmorning, sleepy head. Are you feeling okay?"

Nova rubbed her eyes again and watched as the machine floated closer to her. It was a weirdly shaped cube, with one singular light that seemed to blink and move in the middle. It's outer shell had writing on it-- it seemed to move and shift each time Nova blinked back at it.

"Oh, don't worry," It hummed, and eventually scanned her as well, "Sol's the name. I'm here to protect and guide you to the best of my ability. Though, I'm not sure how the former is possible, I can try as much as I can."

It's voice was male and... british, and somewhat soothing. Nova blew a piece of long, red hair from in front of her face and looked down at herself. She was wearing a blank, black suit, that covered almost all of her skin, even her neck. She sighed, "Sol, where am I?"

"Ah, see, that's the fun in things like this," Sol mused, and floated back towards the empty corridors, "You will see."

"What the fuck does that mean?" she asked, and hesitantly followed it, "now is not the time for cryptic messages. And what are you?"

"I'm Sol, I already told you," the robot snickered.

"No... what are you?" Nove repeated.

Sol sighed loudly, as if he was annoyed with her oblivious nature, "I'm your Ghost."

Nova stopped in her tracks, trying to piece together what that meant. Her Ghost? What does that even mean? She wakes up in this odd place, finds herself talking to a robot, and now this thing is trying to get funny with her? No, she wasn't having it. She needed answers. Her mind was still foggy, the remnants of a dream or memory lingered at the edges of her consciousness, "Ghost? Like... a spirit?"

"Not quite," Sol replied, his tone more patient now, "I'm a AI designed to assist you, specifically Guardians like yourself. Think of me as your partner."

"Guardian..." she said softly, more to herself than to Sol, "But how did I end up here?"

Sol turned and hovered closer to her, his light dimming slightly in sympathy, "That, I'm afraid, is something we'll have to discover together. But I promise, I won't leave your side."

Nova took a deep breath, "Alright, Sol. Let's get moving."

With Sol leading the way, Nova ventured deeper into the corridors. The oppressive silence seemed less daunting with Sol by her side. As they moved through the building, the dim light revealed more of their surroundings-- broken machinery, and walls covered in ancient symbols.

"Do you have any idea where we might be?" Nova asked, trying to make sense of it all.

"From the looks of it, we're in some type of abandoned facility," Sol replied, scanning the walls, "But it's unlike anything I've seen before."

Nova nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and uneasyness, "Let's keep moving. There has to be a way out of here."

The walls of the corridors were lined with rusted pipes and wires, some sparking occasionally, sending brief flashes of light that momentarily illuminated the intricate patterns etched into the metal surfaces. The floor was littered with debris, shattered glass, and remnants of what seemed to be old, disintegrating uniforms. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the metallic tang of oxidizing steel. As they continued, Nova couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

She instinctively went through some of the remnants of old loot on the ground, eventually picking up a silver shotgun. She held it up as if testing the recoil, but didn't have time to shoot before Sol spoke.

"Stay alert, Nova," Sol warned, stopping in his tracks, "We're not alone."

My post is in the padd all ready to gooo!! Could you take a look over it an tell me if its alright to postt? @Omni

She blinked. Dusty. Dark. Oppressive. Those were the thoughts that immediately flooded her mind as she began to come to. She was waking up. Her mind felt clouded. Like it had been shrouded in sleep for so long that she'd developed a case of cobwebs up in there. She blinked again, shaking her head to try and clear her mind. Why was she here? Where was here? Who was she in the first place?

Something cut through the darkness in front of her. A beam of gentle light, illuminating the dust around her. It didn't serve to make it any less oppressive. She should probably look into where that beam of light was coming from, but she chose to observe her surroundings first. She might be clueless about most of the questions she had right now, but one thing was certain. This was not a happy place. Or a safe one. She needed to be ready to escape at a moment's notice. That would require awareness of her surroundings.

It looked to be... a building of some sort. Rusted pipes. Exposed wires. Crumbling concrete. All signs pointing to some sort of factory perhaps. It was difficult to identify anything more concrete than that, not without finding some sort of convenient label but it wasn't hard to conclude that it was all very old. And very abandoned. She hoped it was anyway. There was no way a place got this dusty and broken up if beings were to regularly inhabit it.

"By all means continue to stare blankly at the wall. I'm sure that'll eventually start to form answers." She whirled around to see who'd spoken. A metallic sphere with a digital diamond blue eye was staring back at her, blinking slowly. It had an outer shell, blue and consisting of a thin ring around the sphere rotating constantly. Four triangular conical projections were placed on each axis.

"Who are you?"

She could've sworn the thing rolled its eye. "Shovel. The one and the only. I'm your Ghost of course.[/i]"

She nodded. "That explains everything, thank you."

"[u]Gurl, I don't know what answer you're looking for, but its what I've got okay. 'Sides I'm here to save you. A lil' respect would be greatly appreciated."

It was her turn to roll her eyes. "Look I woke up in the middle of this trashcan of a building, I have no clue where we are or what's going on. I think I'm entitled to a bit more than your name and whatever the heck a ghost is supposed to be."

Shovel's triangles spun slowly in a circle. "You got me there sis."

She blinked. That sounded familiar. It came to her in a moment. Sis Saas. "My name. How did you know?"

"Wait what?"

"You called me sis."

"Yes and?"

"That's my name." Sis huffed and shook her head. "I suppose its similar to the word."

"Damn gurl. That is quite the name."

She smirked. "I believe it is. Sis Saas. I like it."

"Comes with the sass included. Love it. Love it. Wish I had a name that cool."

"Shovel's pretty cool!" Sis offered.

"You really think so?"

"Hey you were telling me to shove it just a few seconds ago. I think its cool. And quite appropriate."

The triangles spun backwards, going much faster than before. "Tha...thank you!"

"Of course. So could I get some of that information now or is this the part where you reveal that you barely know more than I do?"

"Well uhh. Life sucks. The usual. Place stinks like someone died in here. Which is... not wrong."

Sis blinked. "Great. Good to know. Love that. Love that. Anything else I should know?"

"I guess I came looking for you. And to uhh, get you out of here. That's mostly it. Oh we're in Old Chicago. The swamps to be a little bit more specific."

Sis grinned and flashed her a thumbs up. "Brilliant. Thank tells me absolutely nothing. But... I suppose getting out of her is a good idea. Know a way out partner?"

"Partner?"

"Well you came looking for me. I suppose we're sticking together."

"I like the sound of that."

Sis grinned. "Perfect."

The triangles whirred faster. "I like you. I might even revive you quickly when you die"

Sis nodded. "Appreciate that. Let's try and make that hope a reality." She took another look around, taking stock of her surroundings again to try and figure out a means of escape. It was all dust and grime, but one thing caught her eye a few feet away. She took a shaky step in that direction, testing out how well her body was handling it. It looked like things were in order despite the fact that she felt like she'd been immobile for centuries. It was hard to tell time when there was quite literally nothing to experience.

Bending down, she picked it up. It was a blade. It seemed to pulse with electricity, crackling and hissing quietly, creating a small glow in the dim building.

"Now that should come in handy on our endeavors"

She grinned. "Oh I do believe it shall. So... getting out? You said you came looking for me, so I assume you didn't just spawn in here and got into this place somehow."

"So you don't believe I'm an all powerful being that can teleport?"

Sis rolled her eyes for the second time that day. "Your window for being able to successfully convince me of that expired a long time ago."

The triangles slowed a little, turning the other way again. "Oh hush. You just refuse to acknowledge it."

She giggled and began to move again. "Care to light the way up ahead then."

The triangles whirred back and forth in almost a nodding motion. "Well in all honestly, the tiny vent I squeezed in through would be... difficult to try and get to. You seem capable though, we'll find out together."

"Sounds like a plan partner. Let's go dig this up." She winked.

The triangles spun rapidly. "Aye partner. Time to introduce this world to the dream team."

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