#small rps

Nilesy remembered the voice all too well. Though they have only seen each other a few times, the pool boy could remember the high pitch of the infamous fungus. 

> My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.  

It’s been too long. Way too long to count. The days have whizzed by and the weeks were too grueling to keep track of. 

But it has been four months since Nilesy was captured by the damned scientists. They forced him into a small tank and drove off in their speed boats to the laboratory, full of all sorts of trinkets to make the merman speak of the ocean world. 

Each and every scientist that came from the singular door, they were all monsters. All of them wanted to rip him open and shred him. His arms covered in scratches and open wounds that spilled blood onto the floor. His eyes bloodshot from severe lack of human sleep. On his neck was wireless communicator, hooked up to a machine beside his tank. His shark tail was dotted with sharpie from this morning’s planning. Today, they planned on opening that part for further inspection. They talked of a cartilage skeleton that could lie within and wrote notes. 

Now, he’s left in the dark tank. His wrists were chained to the wall. The metal was scratched up from Nilesy’s constant biting on the chains. 

Nilesy’s back pressed onto the farthest wall. The floor was wet from dropping the portable pool onto the slippery stone. His pool items sprawled onto the floor. Caught in the corner, he couldn’t escape from his position. 

There was no way to control his constant trembling and shivering. His words stuck in his throat and clogged up his breathing. Only puffs of air came in through the holes of the letters he wanted to speak. He gulped precious oxygen in. It just can’t end like this. A knife slicing his throat. Or maybe a head chop. Even worse, a stab in the stomach. 

When was the last time Nilesy had fallen asleep. He hadn’t felt his eyes close fully into darkness in so long. The merman’s eyelids didn’t droop nor did he had noticeable bags underneath. They would blink, but if they were closed for too long it was shocking. 

Send me “It’s going to be okay” For my muse to completely break down in your muse’s arms.  

It was unusual for Nilesy to cry in front of people. Even when one of his cat’s die he didn’t shed tears. He kept his feelings to himself for as long as he could. He certainly didn’t want to cry in front of Lomadia. The merman did not want to tell the truth about his ongoing quest. 

Nilesy had been following Zero for a bit. Like a shadow, he lurked in the darkness waiting until his friend would turn around. It was funny to watch people sulk in their misery. It’s not the loud kind where the people would complain and moan. The silent types were always a treat. 

Here are some I found…

Ocean Isle ; Summer RP, 45 characters, looks cool af

Louven High ; High School RP, 4x4, only Muse C is open atm

Brats ; Gang RP ; 4x4, 2 males open

Mile End ; Literate RP, 6x6 , 1 open female & 4 open males