Ersa
Follow us through the gossamer veil...
Inner Sanctum Nobility
Greetings and hello, I'm Ersa.
That's all I have; I apologise.
If you want to know my style, please look at my Collection of Rambles.
Or peruse my current story with darling @Firamund Words Left Unsaid.
EXPECTATIONS
Please don't leave me. I'll cry.
(No, if you're bored or lost inspiration, let me know. It's okay things happen. Don't ghost me. That's just bad manners.)
At the bare minimum, decent grammar and spelling.
▲ MY WRITING STYLE
▴ Average reply length: Let's say 300ish words. I go high or low depending on how we're progressing.
▴ Average reply time: As I can. Within a day or two at the bare minimum. If that changes, you'll be informed promptly.
▲ YOUR WRITING STYLE
▴ Average reply length: Let's keep it friendly and straightforward. As much as you can give, that is substantial to the story.
▴ Average reply time: As you can and please. Let's not stress one another out. In the same breath, please inform me if you'll be taking more than a week to reply. Interest can change with time.
▲ PAIRINGS
▴ Male X Female
▲ PLOT
TBH, I don't know what I want to write in particular. Let's melt and mash our ideas and see what we can develop.
That's all I have; I apologise.
If you want to know my style, please look at my Collection of Rambles.
Or peruse my current story with darling @Firamund Words Left Unsaid.
EXPECTATIONS
Please don't leave me. I'll cry.
(No, if you're bored or lost inspiration, let me know. It's okay things happen. Don't ghost me. That's just bad manners.)
At the bare minimum, decent grammar and spelling.
▲ MY WRITING STYLE
▴ Average reply length: Let's say 300ish words. I go high or low depending on how we're progressing.
▴ Average reply time: As I can. Within a day or two at the bare minimum. If that changes, you'll be informed promptly.
▲ YOUR WRITING STYLE
▴ Average reply length: Let's keep it friendly and straightforward. As much as you can give, that is substantial to the story.
▴ Average reply time: As you can and please. Let's not stress one another out. In the same breath, please inform me if you'll be taking more than a week to reply. Interest can change with time.
▲ PAIRINGS
▴ Male X Female
▲ PLOT
First-date jitters and nerves are fun! Come on a date with me. We can have brunch, take a stroll, or see a movie.
In 2524, humanity had effectively destroyed the last of resources on earth. The population is at risk, and thus, the remaining population is shipped to the space station city known as the USS Pangaea. Love is an insignificant factor in Project Vita. Marriage is chosen by AI programming to select the best possible match in genetics to ensure the survival of the human race.
YC is the son of a well-respected family of researchers. It is expected you'd be paired with someone of equal worth. In comes MC, the daughter of an agricultural specialist and the byproduct of parental choice. Having been conceived during the evacuation before the enforcement of Project Vita, MC's intelligence is average at best; being underweight, short, physically weak, a picky eater, loud, and free-spirited made her a less than desirable mate. Still, her compassion was high, and she brought a brightness you did not understand, which sparked curiosity. Happiness and love is a luxury you should have never known.
The twists and turns of these events will shake the very foundation of Pangaea.
YC is the son of a well-respected family of researchers. It is expected you'd be paired with someone of equal worth. In comes MC, the daughter of an agricultural specialist and the byproduct of parental choice. Having been conceived during the evacuation before the enforcement of Project Vita, MC's intelligence is average at best; being underweight, short, physically weak, a picky eater, loud, and free-spirited made her a less than desirable mate. Still, her compassion was high, and she brought a brightness you did not understand, which sparked curiosity. Happiness and love is a luxury you should have never known.
The twists and turns of these events will shake the very foundation of Pangaea.
You wake up in a spacious room of luxury and opulence with no recollection of where or who you are. Doctors rush to your side and ask you a million and one questions, but you can only answer a few regarding your current well-being and nothing more. Behind the crowd of white coats is an angel of sereneness of a goddess. You're told it is your wife, but she does not rush to your side as expected.
You're told you are the CEO of a tech firm, and until your memory recovers, your wife will be taking over your duties. You decide to play into the role of husband, but the attempts to get close and reconnect to your wife are met with a warmth you find peculiar. Sometimes, she is cold to you or indifferent. You don't know what to make of it, but slowly, you fall in love with her efforts to keep your company in working order while you recover. You caulk the weariness of your presence with the stress of the workload pushed onto her.
The love grows, and your memory slowly returns. They are of your wife and happier times. You remember your wedding day and how beautiful she looked. But a darker memory plagues your dreams.
That was when you discover divorce papers with her signature hidden inside the desk.
What happened to you, and how did you fall into amnesia?
You're told you are the CEO of a tech firm, and until your memory recovers, your wife will be taking over your duties. You decide to play into the role of husband, but the attempts to get close and reconnect to your wife are met with a warmth you find peculiar. Sometimes, she is cold to you or indifferent. You don't know what to make of it, but slowly, you fall in love with her efforts to keep your company in working order while you recover. You caulk the weariness of your presence with the stress of the workload pushed onto her.
The love grows, and your memory slowly returns. They are of your wife and happier times. You remember your wedding day and how beautiful she looked. But a darker memory plagues your dreams.
That was when you discover divorce papers with her signature hidden inside the desk.
What happened to you, and how did you fall into amnesia?
MC is tired. She's tired of missed dates, forgotten birthdays, late nights sitting by the phone, broken promises and false redemptions. Tired of the one-sided relationship she'd been in for the last decade, she breaks the cycle and goes out with her girlfriend to a bar. She's faced with her former love, parading a barrage of young women in his arms. Not to be outdone, she recruits a young man at the bar to play her lover for the evening. Only he's not playing.
YC, a well-known mercenary, has been hired and tasked with retrieving a kidnapped princess. It is an effortless job for you, and not long after being charged, you find her living life as a barmaid under the care of an old friend in No Man's Land, Valia, a town dedicated to outlaws and mercenaries. The Princess was never kidnapped; she was on the run. Will you help her escape to the ports or return her to the hellscape of politics in the Royal Courts?
MC is a volunteer at the Vet Centre... (TBA)
TBH, I don't know what I want to write in particular. Let's melt and mash our ideas and see what we can develop.
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