Felicity

After feeding the child some milk, the nurse set the child to sleep along with all her fellow babies in a crib. She was so very gentle with the baby, it was fascinating to see really. Once she left the room, not commenting at all on my presence, I stepped forward to look at the baby. The crib had a label stuck onto it, the name "Alice McArthur" scrawled onto it in blocky letters, clearly written to make sure even an idiot could read it. The crib itself was simple, made of white plastic and sturdy with a small mobile of planets floating above it. My eyes settled on the baby, Alice. She was still awake, her curious eyes roved around the room, hungrily taking in her surroundings with an awareness that honestly creeped me out. I didn't know what babies were normally like but I felt like that was just... not normal. I stood watching her for the rest of the night. She would nod off to sleep periodically, waking up to cry out her need for food and comfort a few times. I knew that this child was the person I was here for, it was the first thing since waking up that I felt I truly knew, without a doubt. I could sense where the small, bright-eyed babe was even when I looked away. But why? Why was I here to watch this child? The voice said I was to "follow the four", so who were the other three? If they were children as well it would make it rather hard to find myself. Time passed slowly until eventually daybreak came. A different nurse came by this time and picked up the baby Alice, swaddling her in blankets. She walked briskly but carefully towards the door, exiting the nursery without disturbing any of the other children. As she got further away I simply stood there, unsure as to what to do, wearing a blank expression on my face, not that anyone could comment on that. Eventually I snapped out of my strange little daze and followed quickly. I reached for the door handle, gripping it firmly and tugging it to open the door. But it didn't budge at all, not a single, tiny movement. I began to panic. What would happen to me if I couldn't follow the nurse and Alice? Would I fade?! My heart raced and I found myself wishing desperately for help from someone, anyone. I could feel Alice getting further and further away and I could do nothing. I slumped against the cruelly solid door with a sigh, putting my face into y palms. Then I was leaning backwards and toppling over to lie on my back. I gasp in sheer surprise at the small impact before seeing the door. Emerging from a wavy ripple in the door was the upper half of my body, my lower half out of sight but still there.I quickly crawled back in panic, dragging my legs through the strange ripple. I was through. Rather than spend time pondering how I had done such an unnerving act, I quickly stood up and raced after the nurse, trying to use signs on the wall and my connection to the girl to pinpoint where she was. I felt like I was making progress and getting closer to the girl when I turned a corner to see the nurses back entering an elevator. Alice was still with her. I raced clumsily towards the elevator, reaching my arm out to stop the closing doors. I managed to jam my forearm past the door, stopping the door from closing. Or so I thought. The door continued to close despite my arm being in the way. I winced, closing my eyes against what I was expecting to be a lot of pain and blood and a strange absence where my arm was meant to be as the elevator door edges continued to try and sever my limb. There was a light pop but oddly no pain as I expected. Instead. another ripple like earlier. I yanked my arm back with a yelp, holding my arm and checking it was still attached. The ripple disappeared as I did so. A moment passed before it occurred to me I ought to do something. I gingerly touched the elevator door. No ripple, it was as solid as the nursery door. I dropped my arm, now more puzzled than panicked. I knew I had to get back to Alice but I felt like I needed to know something first. Of course as soon as the thought occurred to me an image appeared in my head. I saw myself reaching towards the doors but oddly I knew I wasn't trying to touch them. My hand passed easily through the door, making the same waves and ripples in the doors surface as before. I understood what the trick was to it all. If I'm not trying to touch it, I pass through it. I stood a few feet away from the door. I now lifted my arm and took a few steps forward, bringing my extended arm to the door but not with the intention to touch it, like in the vision from before. Ad in just the same way, I passed through it, my arm disappearing up to the elbow. I took a few more steps forward, hoping to get into the elevator. Instead I found myself plummeting down the shaft, the roof of the elevator trying to flee from me as I descended fast enough to catch up. The stale air whipped past my face as I fell and a wordless scream escaped my mouth. Then I hit the elevator roof. Or, more accurately I passed through it, landing in a tumble inside the now stopped elevator The occupants didn't react at all as they exited the cramped space even though I distinctly felt one of them lift their foot out of my gut. Despite that, I scrambled to my feet an raced after the nurse who had just exited. Having caught up, I slowed to her pace, catching my breath. Who knew watching a baby could be so tiring? I silently followed the nurse who had no trouble navigating the maze of a floor. Along the way I saw a few signs which indicated this floor was still a part of the maternity ward. Hopefully we were going to see Alice's parents.

It's... been a trial and a pleasure so far...

Fyi, someone did it

I feel like of all the RPs on this forum, this one has the best record for bouncing back.

We already have a void. I don't think we have an active apple doe

So these are the people I'm going to compete with. Varick noted, looking around at each of the people around. There was a silence in the room so far and he felt no inclination to break it. Instead he settled back into his uncomfortably comfortable seat and stared dead ahead, sparing only a moment to pity the poor sod stuck between the two apparent nobles.

d'awwwwww thanks bb

No, that picture in that post defines adorable, I'm sorry.

bruh I agree

Not the best quality image, I think I've taken 3 selfies in my lifetime, but here's DobbyTheHotElf Hot as in HOLY FUCK I'M MELTING temperature kind of hot

I would. But that isn't finished either and this kind of story naturally shines best when animated. The music, animation and action sequences were big parts of WHY it started off strong. You don't get that with manga

Varick didn't. He just signed and moved on. His only issue was remembering his letters :c.

Didn't think it was good tbh. It started off strong sure but I couldn't stick it for another 12 episodes. Not when I knew that it wouldn't actually end, only that part of the story. That happens a lot really. A show starts off strong, hooks me in then drifts away. It's really not good.

Only got halfway through AoT before I let it fade from my attention \o/

yhbgtvfrecdsx wish

And now I wanna use it elsewhere.

Varick had spent his time idling about the his room, using most of his time to keep an exercise regiment and filling the rest with his duties for the Lord of Earth. Death did not mean he could neglect his routine. In fact, his current state may have magnified the need for it all the more. It proved to be useful anyway as it distracted Varick from the unnerving presence of the strange servants and allowed him both to get to grips with his body once more and provided a small refuge of familiarity in this confounding place. Something he was sorely grateful for. When the missive was presented to him Varick had to struggle to remember his literary skills. He had been given formal training for reading and writing of course, his father had seen to that so Varick could learn about the Order but aside from scant few letters and reports Varick had been charged with writing he had seldom found use for the written hand. Still, what fool can't remember how to write his name, no matter how long it had been? He scrawled his name on the parchment in large, blocky letters after reading it through and then stood waiting for the servant, gesturing for it to go on.

Low hanging fruit, too easy to innuendofy