Since I've become an RP addict again recently. I'm putting a bunch of RP samples here.
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(Gosh, this one's old. I think I wrote it three years ago...It's incredibly long for something written by a 8th grader...O.o)
Wakaba walked into the Thorn Woods in search of training. She was wearing her normal t-shirt and jeans, and had a small backpack over her shoulder. She'd heard about beasts and things that lived there and something to do with shadow apples. What the fruit would do, she had no idea. Brushing the thoughts aside, she walked straight in.
Coming into a perfect clearing, she took off her magic bracer and clasped it to her belt instead. By now she had found out that the thing could mess her up pretty badly. Now that her magical potential had been poked a bit, she had a feeling that she might be able to do it on her own. She threw down her bag, chunks of metal clacked out. Closing her eyes, she began to concentrate.
Only, what happened was not what she had expected. A strange voice in the back of her head was calling to her. She didn't and did recognize the voice. It sounded like a recording of a faraway voice played-back with the volume on max. When she began to feel annoyed, something even weirder happened.
She felt like she was floating for a moment. Colors blurred and changed, then all sound disappeared, and she was flying thought something. She head felt light as she came into some sort of different territory. Then suddenly everything came to an all-too-sudden standstill. She began to fall, but only for a few brief moments. She landed hard on her back into some different place.
She looked around. It was barren and rocky. It was rainy, making the rocks slick and dangerous. She stood up and fell, getting wetter than she already was. Groaning in frustration she tried to pick herself up again, but failed. Then, the whole thing got stranger still.
"Yo!"
"Gah!!" Wakaba turned quickly to see a younger girl who looked remarkably like herself standing perfectly balanced on the rock behind her, waving a hand, "Who...?"
The girl frowned, apparently displeased, "You don't remember me?" she made a firm gesture of self proclamation, "I'm you! Two years ago. Right when you started being able to see supernatural things like ghosts and the like!" she looked slightly happy again, "I've been stuck her such a long time in this horrible excuse of a soul as a memory. I mean sure, I'm stuck along with the others of us, but they're so boooooring! All the same, just like me!"
Wakaba just stared at herself blankly, wondering what the heck was going on. Maybe this was some sort of dream. Was she high?
"Anyways," the memory continued, "I think I've got our solution! Well we did, not just me..." she looked up for a second and back to Wakaba again, "We've gone through our thoughts over and over. Reviewing every last memory and contemplation, and..." she banged a fist against a rock and a drawer came shooting out. She took out a piece of paper, "Ta-da! We've come up with a theory." The young Wakaba handed the paper to the current one who read the writing.
"To awaken the true power of one's soul they must," Wakaba paused for a second, "encounter something that threatens their life...?"
The rock next to current Wakaba exploded into countless pieces. Wakaba slowly looked over at the wreckage, dread creeping in. The younger her stood there, shaking out an arm.
The other Wakaba smiled, "I've been training myself against others of us," she grinned and took a stance, "as well as memories of the people you've recently met. They're very interesting..."
Wakaba ran in the other direction, slipping on the wet stone under her. The other her jogged after her. Current Wakaba searched her person and found that her bracer and gun were missing. She began to panic, afraid to be killed by her own memory. She felt a bullet barely graze her skin and looked back. She was grinning, holding the gun.
'I should...' Wakaba began a thought.
"Do something about it?" asked the other, kindly finishing her sentence, "I'm you, so I can guess what you'll do, me."
Wakaba's eyes went wide and she began to run again. Younger Wakaba giggled and followed her. If this was some trip she was having, she had better snap out of it soon. The stupid trip hurt.
'This is not good! So not...' a thought came in and kicked Wakaba in the head, 'If she's me two years ago...' she picked up a rock and threw it at the memory and used her running to hide behind a rock. The younger her looked around and paused, thinking. 'Bingo! She'd think too much!' She watched as she retraced her steps and waited for something to pop up. Current Wakaba circled around while the younger her was in a deep thinking process and...
Didn't manage to catch her. At the last minute, other her noticed and jumped away. The younger one grinned, "That's good. You know your own weakness," she brought the gun up, "But I think I win. You'll have to come back later."
At this range, she couldn't dodge. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
She could actually hear others of her inside of her head. Time seemed to stop. It made sense she guessed, she they were in her soul and she was currently in her own soul. Which really didn't make much sense and was scary to think about.
'Well this was a waste of time.' It was a slightly older voice than the Wakaba she was fighting. It was a lot sadder as well.
'No it wasn't, it was a good experience for us. We'll just send her out and she'll come back when she's ready. Two-years-back did an ok job, too.' This time the voice sounded very small, like a six year old. She could talk for a six year old.
'Couldn't we help? At least bring out some theory and memory files?' said yet another of her voices.
'I'll go get the memory files, then! But one of you will have to put them in order,' Six-year-old said, 'I told you we should have all helped in the first place, but nooooo. She had to find it with just stupid Two-years-back...Oh there they are.'
Time came back slowly as memories and thoughts were spilled all over Wakaba's conscious. Things from thoughts on how magic works to magic she'd seen went by like a fast-forwarded slideshow. Everything from people making shields, blowing things up, and controlling the elements, and lots and lots of things on how they probably worked, were being stuffed into the front. But they were in an order that she could understand. It made perfect sense for some reason as she put out her hands in opposite directions. Somehow her mind searched for things inside the very rocks that surrounded her. She recognized what she was looking for. Then she brought this together and concentrated on one certain shape.
Shield
When Current opened her eyes she wasn't shot by her herself. Instead, the things she had been looking for in the rock, iron, had welded themselves into a small shield right in front of her. She looked in surprise as both bullet and shield fell to the ground. It had actually worked. It had worked well in her mind, but... wait, wasn't she in... She shook her head. There was too much stuff in there already, she didn't want for her head to explode.
The younger Wakaba clapped, grinning widely, "We did it, me. I thought it would have to wait, but we did it." Walking to her she gave her older self a good slap on the back, "We've gone up a level," she looked up and shouted somewhere, grinning, "Thanks for the help guys!"
Current Wakaba smiled at the younger her, and said in an upward direction as well, "Yes, thank you."
Two-years-back's face faltered a bit as she looked back at the current her, "Me, when you go back out there, can you promise to be happier? I know that Gishi-ji's death was sad. It was sad for us, too. But we've made this place of your soul dead like this with that sadness," she gesture at the wasteland, "If you're happier, the light will come back, and it'll be easier for you and me," she turned and smiled, "Ok?"
Wakaba smiled back, "Alright, me," she laughed, "This is the weirdest thing to happen to me so far. It's kind of surprising that the only people who took part in it was me."
Younger Wakaba sighed happily and put her hand to her older self's forehead, "Bye, come visit again."
She began the silent, dizzying, flying thing again. This time colors went from her soul's colors to the strange colors of the Torn Woods. When it all stopped the sound that came rushing back was busy and noisy, like a forest should be. She wondered now if, every time something happened, the memories for her would have more to deal with. She felt obliged to think happy thought now, for the sake of them.
'I guess this power thing is...' Looking at her spilled bag of metals she concentrated. The metals shivered for a moment and then came together magnetically with a loud clank, 'Influence over metal objects...'
Forcing her mind to work she shaped one of the iron pieces into a bullet shape. Taking powder out of one of her old bullets she put it into the new iron one. Carefully she loaded it into her gun and shot. It speed out. She then took a rather thick metal piece and channeled her magic into it. It vibrated for a few seconds. Then, all of a sudden the other metal began to fly to it before anything else, and the bullet curved. Wakaba threw the now strongly magnetized plate away from her. The bullet hit with quite amazing power, making a rather large dent in it
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'I think I can get use to this,' she thought as she stuffed the rocks lying about back into her bag.
She thanked herselves and walked out of the Woods an ascended being.
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(Erm...a year or so ago.)
A Perfectly Boring Day
Athena, known to the one's she knew here as Kristine Lane or even Kris, was dreaming. She stood in the middle of the lab. She look over to the desk to find the Charles bent over a magic-powered microscope. He was grinning at his results he was getting from a piece of fruit. He had put some a drop of nice magic into the fruit to see if something would happen to the cells. Why wasn't this study done before she ended up being prone to orange juice-induced blindness? Athena smiled anyways. She could never hate Charles Lane. He was kind of the creator of her human intelligence, after all. He remained over the microscope and she just stood there, watching. His every movement had no waste. He never did anything inefficient. He just studied. And Athena just watched.
Athena woke up and stared out of the window. The sky was clear and their were fluffy clouds in the sky. She twitched her nose and whiskers danced in front of her eyes. Every time she fell asleep and woke up again, she would turn back into a rat. It wasn't the same way with being knocked unconscious, though. Charles already tried that, and she was still human when she woke. She sighed and willed herself. She immediately took her human form. She turned to the hand mirror that was nailed upside-down on her wall. Brown hair, black eye and a gold earring. The gold earring was Charles' doing. He had somehow managed to hide all of the gold atoms in her molecules, so that when she turned human, she would miraculously have an earring. Granted, it was kind of cool, but it also meant that it was fused to her flesh. She couldn't take it off when she wanted to.
She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and jumped off. She put on a white shirt and jeans. She was now officially Kristine Lane, the human. She opened her door and locked it carefully behind her. She descended the stairs and stepped out into the street. She walked and admired the streets. There were stores everywhere, selling vegetables, toys, electronics, and books. She walked and window-shopped as she did, admiring the items for sale. She stopped at the temple that was tucked away between two buildings. She sold good luck items here. She walked under the gate and strode to the kiosk that sold them.
The day went by slowly as always. People came and paid their respects to their gods and came to her. She would sell them a fortune of a good-luck charm for various things. Then, they would leave. There weren't many of them. On special occasions there were too many. But no, not many at all on such a regular, boring day.
Athena looked up at the sky, and wished there was more to life. It was another perfect and boring day.
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