I feel loved. Thank you Dizzy. ;_;
But yes, I'm still here and I still really want to use Emmeric some more.
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Contributed to the collab. I've been swamped at work, so I'm sorry for the delay. =-=;
I'll try to get something in after I get home from work tonight.
Riley was on shaky legs, well, not that it really mattered. Her flying lesson with Fion had been short, with them only having about ten minutes before being ordered to leave by the Captain. It was this very reason that she stayed closer to the ground, if not near enough that she could have practically walked there. Still, she was keeping up speed with those on horses, and after a while, was beginning to outpace them. This... isn't too hard, actually.
The displaced witch was surprised at how naturally this was coming to here, and wondered with how much tutoring it would take before even more elemental -- and hell, even that healing magic she had tried to work earlier -- would come to her. Not much, if her flying capabilities were to be believed. Even more amazing were this body's channels for magic. While it was harder for Riley to cast the mana out compared to her more natural form, the force of will required meant she was working at the same capacity as before without using the amount of mana that it normally required her to. She was absolutely baffled.
"Oi, Fion. You keeping up alright?" Of course, despite the improvements, Riley wasn't exactly brave enough to fly without somebody to catch her.
The displaced witch was surprised at how naturally this was coming to here, and wondered with how much tutoring it would take before even more elemental -- and hell, even that healing magic she had tried to work earlier -- would come to her. Not much, if her flying capabilities were to be believed. Even more amazing were this body's channels for magic. While it was harder for Riley to cast the mana out compared to her more natural form, the force of will required meant she was working at the same capacity as before without using the amount of mana that it normally required her to. She was absolutely baffled.
"Oi, Fion. You keeping up alright?" Of course, despite the improvements, Riley wasn't exactly brave enough to fly without somebody to catch her.
Psyker Landshark said
Blue needs minions. Cobalt Bruisers is basically /v/, for reference.
So the cancer of DGO?
Asuras said
What the fuck am I supposed to post.
Well, now might be a time to interact with the Garth before the (insubstantial) meeting they're having.
(Also, I've been taking forever because I work two jobs and sometimes want to spend my free time playing vidya. Just saying.)
Garth Wright | Bowed Woods - The Orange King
The flying mecha horse had taken off at a break-neck speed that the young King had not expected. Thankfully, being in the front and not clinging to one of the people behind him, no one noticed the cold sweat that was forming on his brow despite the lack of any other signs of fear. The great Bowed Woods of the Silent Marauders was afraid of heights. Even virtual heights.
The anxiety of moving at such an unbelievable pace through the air, and on something that was so easy to fall off of as a horse such as this, had the King in quite the position. Show. No. Weakness Suddenly, approaching the White King appeared to have been the worst idea of his entire life.
"Uh, boss." It was the voice of Zealous Calm.
"What is it?" Was all that Woods could manage.
"We've overshot our destination... By a lot."
...Shit.
He tried to pull on the reins, to turn the monstrosity around much as Terror had done, but the thing was unresponsive, and he only managed to increase the altitude even farther. After a brief silence, Woods spoke again. "Nobody speak of this, on the punishment of repeated death." He received no response.
Attention! Attention! All players will be forcefully logged out of Deep Ground Online due to internal errors and damages! Attention! Attention! All players will be forcefully logged out immediately!
Just as the announcement blared, The Orange King's surroundings began to melt, and the sight of the ceiling fan of his office in the Orange Guild's headquarters faded into the spot where he had just been looking. He had been made Garth again. He looked around, still slightly dazed from the past few seconds. He could see from his second story window that overlooked the meeting hall of his Guild that many of the Silent Marauders were already filing in; they probably awaited some announcement pertaining to recent events. Garth sighed. It was time to speak in front of this entire lot of unappeased folk.
Allen Docson | Curved Solitaire
The events transpiring in the Black King's halls escalated in their bizarre ways. Another pair of kings had busted through, according to White, The Orange King was in the area too, more strange people joined in the conversation... It was placing a very claustrophobic air over the once lonely place. But before anything else placed his notice, Curved Solitaire finally registered the notice that his passive had activated.
He looked behind him and registered the face and name of Free Runner. Solitaire nodded in answer to Runner's question, even going so far as to mention his (very) recent joining of her Guild. But before their conversation could continue further, the same message being broadcast to the entire Deep Ground reached them.
Allen was in his room, lying comfortably on his bed. The late afternoon sun was drifting lazily in the sky, and highlighted the various bits of dust which drifted through the air. He swung his legs over, and began to stretch. Maybe I should get to my homework... The fact that such an occurrence as everyone being forcibly ejected from DGO was not startling to the Docson boy at all. It was a server error, nothing to be worried about, yet at the same time, he was figuring it to be, at the very least, a side effect of the hacker activity his new liege had brought up before.
Before he could put pencil to paper, Allen's thoughts were disrupted by yet another announcement; this one from the Student Council President, and liaison of the Black King herself. It was pretty standard, and contained much of the information that had been distributed while in the presence of the Black King herself. An interruption was an interruption still, and the short distraction had focused Allen on other things... Things such as his stomach. Perhaps now was a good time to stop by the cafeteria... and begin working toward his assignment as a new Ebony Stryker. Hell, perhaps it was time to get in contact with the Dark Wraith who was meant to be training him.
The flying mecha horse had taken off at a break-neck speed that the young King had not expected. Thankfully, being in the front and not clinging to one of the people behind him, no one noticed the cold sweat that was forming on his brow despite the lack of any other signs of fear. The great Bowed Woods of the Silent Marauders was afraid of heights. Even virtual heights.
The anxiety of moving at such an unbelievable pace through the air, and on something that was so easy to fall off of as a horse such as this, had the King in quite the position. Show. No. Weakness Suddenly, approaching the White King appeared to have been the worst idea of his entire life.
"Uh, boss." It was the voice of Zealous Calm.
"What is it?" Was all that Woods could manage.
"We've overshot our destination... By a lot."
...Shit.
He tried to pull on the reins, to turn the monstrosity around much as Terror had done, but the thing was unresponsive, and he only managed to increase the altitude even farther. After a brief silence, Woods spoke again. "Nobody speak of this, on the punishment of repeated death." He received no response.
Just as the announcement blared, The Orange King's surroundings began to melt, and the sight of the ceiling fan of his office in the Orange Guild's headquarters faded into the spot where he had just been looking. He had been made Garth again. He looked around, still slightly dazed from the past few seconds. He could see from his second story window that overlooked the meeting hall of his Guild that many of the Silent Marauders were already filing in; they probably awaited some announcement pertaining to recent events. Garth sighed. It was time to speak in front of this entire lot of unappeased folk.
Allen Docson | Curved Solitaire
The events transpiring in the Black King's halls escalated in their bizarre ways. Another pair of kings had busted through, according to White, The Orange King was in the area too, more strange people joined in the conversation... It was placing a very claustrophobic air over the once lonely place. But before anything else placed his notice, Curved Solitaire finally registered the notice that his passive had activated.
He looked behind him and registered the face and name of Free Runner. Solitaire nodded in answer to Runner's question, even going so far as to mention his (very) recent joining of her Guild. But before their conversation could continue further, the same message being broadcast to the entire Deep Ground reached them.
Allen was in his room, lying comfortably on his bed. The late afternoon sun was drifting lazily in the sky, and highlighted the various bits of dust which drifted through the air. He swung his legs over, and began to stretch. Maybe I should get to my homework... The fact that such an occurrence as everyone being forcibly ejected from DGO was not startling to the Docson boy at all. It was a server error, nothing to be worried about, yet at the same time, he was figuring it to be, at the very least, a side effect of the hacker activity his new liege had brought up before.
Before he could put pencil to paper, Allen's thoughts were disrupted by yet another announcement; this one from the Student Council President, and liaison of the Black King herself. It was pretty standard, and contained much of the information that had been distributed while in the presence of the Black King herself. An interruption was an interruption still, and the short distraction had focused Allen on other things... Things such as his stomach. Perhaps now was a good time to stop by the cafeteria... and begin working toward his assignment as a new Ebony Stryker. Hell, perhaps it was time to get in contact with the Dark Wraith who was meant to be training him.
Scarifar said
@Voltin Remember that Daniel is kicking Curved Solitaire in the back. Might wanna edit your post a bit.
He wouldn't notice it. You're kicking his passive. :P
Anderiel said
Voltin, you're a good sport. I like you.
I really wish I had my own mechanical pony named Sunshine Stallion. Bellowed Mist just voiced my inner desires.
Garth Wright | Bowed Woods - Orange King
Crazies, the King thought to himself, the whole lot of them. Of course, this had been his whole intention for intruding so deep into enemy territory; to confront the Black King together instead of alone. There was likely some reason for such a extreme change in how the Black Guild operates, and two Kings with an established animosity coming to talk were better than just one.
"Fine," he said, not betraying his own thoughts through tone or facial expression. "We'll ride your horse, but we will also be sticking to just the one." He shot an appraising glance at Aimless Amnesty.
"Are you sure, my liege? I would gladly-" Before Zealous could continue, his King simply shot him look which said, 'Not now.' "Right, got it," he said with a gulp.
"Let's try to keep our affairs cordial for the time we're together, hm?" He said, simply glancing at the White Terror as he got on his borrowed mount. "Wouldn't want your subordinates to see the bad side of their King." Rather like the Bubble, they fit, but with an uncomfortable Zealous sandwiched in between. "I'll name you Sunshine Stallion~" whispered Bellowed Mist in the back, giving the machine a pat.
"Well then," the Orange King gestured in front of them, "Ruler of this Domain, shall we proceed?"
Allen Docson | Curved Solitaire
The entire episode in the Throne Room was leaving Solitaire disoriented. The dissecting glare of this Dark Wraith had sent an uncomfortable shiver through his being. The proposition of being paired with such a girl to be trained despite their obvious differences, and the arrival of the Yellow King within the Black King's court. This had all been topped by his own relatively bold decision to come and affiliate himself with the Black Strykers in the first place. But, at the same time, he wouldn't back off and leave; this girl fascinated him, and he truly wanted to learn who she was.
"I'll try," he said in relation to her request on formality, assuming it would go unnoticed in the rush of events that were happening around them. The Corpse Collector... A hacker. A hacker in a game so deeply rooted within every living person's entire being, messing with the code that determined a person's very future... Such a person could kill, really kill, so finding them would obviously be a great task, and burden, for any group of people. Yet, it was likely no one with figure this, and view it as another simple part of Deep Ground. Typical.
Crazies, the King thought to himself, the whole lot of them. Of course, this had been his whole intention for intruding so deep into enemy territory; to confront the Black King together instead of alone. There was likely some reason for such a extreme change in how the Black Guild operates, and two Kings with an established animosity coming to talk were better than just one.
"Fine," he said, not betraying his own thoughts through tone or facial expression. "We'll ride your horse, but we will also be sticking to just the one." He shot an appraising glance at Aimless Amnesty.
"Are you sure, my liege? I would gladly-" Before Zealous could continue, his King simply shot him look which said, 'Not now.' "Right, got it," he said with a gulp.
"Let's try to keep our affairs cordial for the time we're together, hm?" He said, simply glancing at the White Terror as he got on his borrowed mount. "Wouldn't want your subordinates to see the bad side of their King." Rather like the Bubble, they fit, but with an uncomfortable Zealous sandwiched in between. "I'll name you Sunshine Stallion~" whispered Bellowed Mist in the back, giving the machine a pat.
"Well then," the Orange King gestured in front of them, "Ruler of this Domain, shall we proceed?"
Allen Docson | Curved Solitaire
The entire episode in the Throne Room was leaving Solitaire disoriented. The dissecting glare of this Dark Wraith had sent an uncomfortable shiver through his being. The proposition of being paired with such a girl to be trained despite their obvious differences, and the arrival of the Yellow King within the Black King's court. This had all been topped by his own relatively bold decision to come and affiliate himself with the Black Strykers in the first place. But, at the same time, he wouldn't back off and leave; this girl fascinated him, and he truly wanted to learn who she was.
"I'll try," he said in relation to her request on formality, assuming it would go unnoticed in the rush of events that were happening around them. The Corpse Collector... A hacker. A hacker in a game so deeply rooted within every living person's entire being, messing with the code that determined a person's very future... Such a person could kill, really kill, so finding them would obviously be a great task, and burden, for any group of people. Yet, it was likely no one with figure this, and view it as another simple part of Deep Ground. Typical.
ERode said
Wow, Bowed Woods has no sense of what's fun or not. How can he not think of rainbow mecha horses as anything other than fabulously awesome?
Well he knows DGO is fun, just not that mechanical horses are supposed to be fun.
TheWindel said
That's fine. A King needs examples to be made of his subjects >:)
yus, my King, an assassin made of wet tissue-paper, and a wizard who can nuke, but is still a wizard; MUH ULTUMATE PARTAY.
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