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CB Disaster Thread!!!
CB Disaster Thread!!!
*Stretches RPing muscles* Ow. It's been a very long time since I've done any roleplaying. So this is a celebratory RP--thing. Celebrating the fact that I can finally do RPs, because I have more frequent--if slightly reduced--computer time.
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So, this is something that I've been pondering for quite a while. It's not exactly an RP--although, we will be doing RPing, but we'll also be talking and figuring out problems and things.
*Sighs in exasperation* Here, I'll just give you the explanation of what exactly this is.
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It's summer. Beautiful weather, fragrant flowers, no school. The CB is doing fine. It hasn't had a war in months and months, and everyone's getting along nicely...until one day, when a CB without a recognizable identity stumbles into the CB town hall.
He gasps and falls to the floor, utterly exhausted. The CBers jump up and crowd around him, a murmur of questions surrounding them.
The CBer raises his head slightly, his face streaked with dirt.
"The Admins have been kidnapped," he manages to breath, before he slumps to the floor and takes his last breath. It's then that they notice the arrow sticking out of his back, a large stain of dark red soaking into his shirt.
The CBers erupt into chaos, and start shouting at each other to be heard.
"The Admins--"
"He's dead--"
"What will happen without the Admins--"
"We're doomed--"
"What do we do--"
Then a short, brown-haired girl scrambles onto the table and raises her hand as far above her head as she can.
Everyone quiets down and looks at her.
"CBers!" She says, her voice quiet.. "What do we do? We survive, that's what we do. Haven't we survived before?"
She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Why don't we take it into our own hands and rescue the Admins? No one else is going to do it."
A hand pops up out of the crowd, followed by a question. "But where are the Admins?"
The girl smiles eerily. "Well, we're going to find out, aren't we?"
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This is part RP, part chat room. We need to find the Admins (BTW, sorry, Admins! I'm just, like, spontaneously kidnapping you.) and rescue them, before anything else tragic happens.
It's kind of like how Kyngdom works--people talk, agree on the best course of action, do some RPing, talk some more--like that.
There isn't a limit to the amount of people that can join, (we'll need all the help we've got!) but I'll start it around May 5th. (Not neccessarily on May 5th.) After that, you can join and we'll "meet" you in the story--and wandering CBer--and you can join our adventure.
So, now that I've explained it all, we can have the charrie sheets--
Charrie Sheet
CB Name:
Age: (if you don't want to say your real age, just pick a random age)
Appearance: (CB appearance or real life appearance)
Personality:
Weapon of choice: (doesn't have to be a weapon, like a sword or bow. It can be--oh, for heaven's sake--a frying pan or something.)
Other:
My Charrie Sheet
CB Name: Leafpool
Age: 11 and 5/8
Appearance: Waist-length light brown hair that is hardly ever waist length because it's always in waves from her braids. Brown eyes; a couple random freckles in random places on her face; pretty short for her age. (Ack, only 4' 3".) Usually wears something fashionable but comfortable. Has kind of tannish/mediumish skin, compared the rest of her family.
Personality: Tries to include everyone, loves social time, tries to control her (awful) temper but it sometimes comes out. Has the very rare disease "bookaddictionitis" which makes her take a 367-page book home from the library at 3:30 in the afternoon, watch a movie from 5:45 to 8:00, go to bed at 10:00, and yet still have it finished by 8:00 a.m. the next day. Will go into hysterical laughter at random things, also tends to jabber on and on until her parents tell her to stop. (A typical 11-year-old.) Also sometimes has random mood swings. (Also a typical 11-year-old.) Loves writing, too.
Weapon of choice: A bow that's slung over her back on a crossbody belt, with a quiver of arrows.
Other: Leads the adventure.
Ooooh, this is exciting! I've never been kidnapped before. I'm anxiously awaiting the outcome. . . .
Admin
submitted by Leafpool
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
101!
(May 5, 2017 - 6:21 pm)
CB Name: Joan B. of Arc
Age: 14 1/2
Appearance: Long dark brown hair, which is usually pulled up into a ponytail. Deep dark blue eyes. Short, about 5'. Jagged, diagonal scar that runs down from her left eyebrow, onto her left eye. Brown leather jacket, and black shirt. Belt sheath slung across her chest, along with a satchel filled with all kinds of herbs and medicines. Black breeches, and boots, each containing a dagger inside.
Personality: Loyal, and kind to those she trusts. Quick to anger/has a temper, and isn't very patient. Rarely laughs, but when she does, it's a genuine tinkling laugh. She also has a great smile. Can be sarcastic at times, but she loves to hang out with her friends and can be a great person to turn to for advice. Quite a bit of a fangirl. Although she tends to hang in the background, she is an extrovert.
Weapon of choice: As I have may have mentioned before, I have two daggers, one in each boot. I also have a french arming sword, which is kept in it's sheath, conveniently hung on my back.
Other: Spiders freak her out, and she is oblivious to pain for short whiles. (Meaning: If she gets stabbed, she can hold off the pain for a little bit. Then, the pain starts kicking in.)
(May 5, 2017 - 6:49 pm)
Well, Leafpool made a thread on CaC that she is on a very short hiatus and will be back Monday.
(May 5, 2017 - 7:36 pm)
(May 6, 2017 - 10:14 am)
(May 6, 2017 - 11:24 am)
(May 7, 2017 - 8:34 am)
Okay, guys! Sorry, I had to catch up on all the rest of the CB stuff and now I'm nearly out of time...so I'll start tomorrow! And sorry for making you all wait.
I'm EXCITED!
(May 7, 2017 - 5:24 pm)
Yay!
(May 7, 2017 - 8:17 pm)
YES! It seems that I have some extra time. So we are starting this now!
Wait for it....wait for it....and here we go!
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I looked around the CB Town Hall, at the masses of CBers that have turned out eagerly to rescue the Admins.
If only they knew.
This isn't going to be an easy expedition. I can't even guarantee that all of them will make it back alive. But it warms my heart to see that they're willing to risk everything to save their faithful administrators.
I pat my bow and quiver, making sure none of the bright red feathers on the ends of the arrows are bent.
I guess this is it.
I hop up onto the table again, the heels of my leather boots clicking on the wood. I clap my hands.
Everyone turns to me, their eyes hopeful.
"We're ready to go, CBers. Are you still sure that you want to do this?"
Mei-xue steps forward from the crowd and lifts her chin up. She speaks for all of them. "We're ready."
I nod. Suddenly, I'm afraid. I'm not sure that I'm brave enough to do this. But looking at all the CBers, ready for anything, I know that it'll be alright. We have each other.
I leap down from the table and push the doors of the town hall wide open with a creak. Bright sunlight streams in, lighting the room. Then I step out the door, well aware that it's possible I may never come back.
Everyone streams out behind me, spreading out a bit. Danie, Leafmist, Elementgirl, Bluebird. Lucy, GreenMango, Icy, Dragonrider. All of them. Together.
We're ready.
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Okay, so I'm thinking...maybe the one who captured the Admins was an old CBer from the dawn of time (or 2008, if you prefer) who turned evil. He was insulted in some way and has never forgotten it; and now he's biding his time, waiting to strike. And he just did, by capturing the Admins.
But wait....he's found a way to travel into fandoms and convince the (fandom-y) villains to follow him and help him bring the CB down. Think Darth Vader, Voldemort, ALL of the Storm Troopers, the Wicked Witch of the West, the White Witch, dragony-type things, and all the stoats, weasels, foxes, ermines, rats, etc. that you could ever want. And more. I just don't have a photographic memory of my bookshelf.
(May 7, 2017 - 6:00 pm)
DEATH TO WEASELS!!!!!!!!!
Wait... I can't write a chapter yet. I'm a traveling CBer. Oops. I'll wait.
(May 8, 2017 - 4:10 pm)
You know that weird time that shows up sometimes on posts? It's like, December something, 1969? Maybe you could have that be involved somehow... just a thought.
(May 8, 2017 - 4:23 pm)
What if the Rebc (backwards CBer, my nickname for our villain before he gets a real name) was responsible for that?
I want to mention the CB Rancor so badly XD
(May 8, 2017 - 6:54 pm)
"You're kidding me." I mutter as the crew mingles and chats and tries to come up with ideas of where the Admins might be.
"The arrow! Didn't anyone check the arrow!?" I protest as ideas are pulled and the group walks on from behind Leafpool.
"The library--there must be information there!" Someone chats.
"If we checked the arrow--" I start to say.
Nobody listens.
I can't leave now...but I could try my hardest to remember the origin of the arrow. Closing my eyes, I recall green feathers and a plain shaft--but millions of those are manufactured in BaB each year. (Which will, hopefully, be important later in the story)
No clues and no path.
***
So, if this is from a CBer of 2008 (as of now I'm nicknaming him the Rebc, CBer backwards), how do we find clues? I say we follow some sort of trail of blood the dead CBer left.
(May 8, 2017 - 6:31 pm)
I perk my ears and come to attention.
"The arrow..." I hear somebody say. I slip through the crowd to where I heard the noise. Finally I reach an exaspersted looking Icy.
"What was that you were saying about the arrow?" I ask as she looks up.
"Well, it's just that if we know where the arrow came from then we would know where the archer was at the time and where he possibly could have gone. At least we'd have a start." I nod as she explains her idea.
"Let's go tell Leafpool." I turn back into the crowd and Icy follows me as I make my way to where Leafpool walks at the front, leading us.
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I assumed that Leafpool would be taking a leadership role in this, seeing as she created it, so my apologies if I am wrong.
(May 8, 2017 - 7:36 pm)
RP ~
I push my way through the crowd to Icy. "An arrow, did you say?" I ask her.
She nods. "Can you identify what type?" I ask.
She says, "Green feathers and a plain shaft. They're manufactured in BaB."
I sink into thought. "The kidnapper probably visits BaB a lot. See, "
I'm about to launch into a large explanation but Icy silences me. "I know. Because he'd want us to thinkg that he didn't visit BaB a lot to surprise us," she says.
This catches me by surprise. "Well, great minds think alike," I grin, "Why don't we make the back pages of BaB our first stop?"
(May 8, 2017 - 9:29 pm)