Forum Game Badass Introduction RP

[Ethereal]

Thanks for the inspiration @HarperMadi

Post below an epic RP description of the entrance that would occur when you are summoned to someone. However you see that :3

Example, made in 1 minute;
"The tickling aroma of freshly dried tea hangs about the atmosphere of the fairly open room, seeming to intensify as each second counts by. An eery, ever growing tapping noise, as if someone is rapping at some cosmic door. As they watch on, a single point of purplish light seems to suddenly ping into existence, as small as a needle's eye before ever so gradually expanding. Soon, a iridescent cyan portal pulses before them, wisps of aetheric smoke falling lazily to the floor. Without warning, a gargantuan hawk erupts from the maelstrom, cawing once as it swoops and dives downwards at breakneck speeds. Pummeling them with a buffet of wind, the hawk eyes them up, settling to the floor with a clatter. "Evening." It speaks in a strange Northern accent, reaching down to a porcelain it had clutched tightly between two lengthy talons."

 

[HarperMadi]

The air seems to ripple for a moment, lines like a circuit board wrapping around sigils trapped in the air as the spell builds and grows, before space and time rip themselves apart at its heart, the smell of coffee and deisel filtering through as one portion of the spell absorbs wasted energy, feeding it back to the user for later use. The air ripples again as the portal widens, a hole forming in three dimensions that pushes existence out of the way before it collapses with a flash, leaving a redheaded woman standing boredly, her phone in one hand and a coffee in the other. "You called?"

 

[IQ]

A leather-bound armchair, a wolf pelt crested on the backrest. A pentagram of sheep's blood large enough to fit the entire chair in. A table with a glass of bourbon and today's newpaper. As well as a fat cuban cigar. That was the summoning rite, was it not?

A roar of fire, blood dripping out from a tear into reality itself. The laments and distraught screams of those eternally tormented due to their sins in the previous life. From this screaming, quite literal hell-hole, a shady figure plonked down into the chair. Shadow covering its face. A light swell on the chest of either a modest chest, or bound muscle. It was hard to distinguish the form's gender due to their face being hidden from sight by an odd decrease in lighting of the room. The figure plucked the cuban from the desk, after sipping once from the bourbon. Flipping up the newspaper. Another portal opened, a hand revealing with an inkling of fire playing on it's thumb. Clawed and demonic in its physique. Leaning over to light the cigar.

Taking several short drags from it, to make sure it was properly lit, the hand shook the flame out, gave a thumbs up towards the gender-confusing figure sitting in the large chair. A soft crackle of paper as the figure lowered the newspaper. Taking a short drag from the cigar.

IQ was listening.

 

[SirSkully]

A door creaks open on rust-caked hinges, it was the wrong door.

Skully is lost again ono