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1 yr ago
Yay old skills awakening... I feel this power... I HAVE THE PO"ER
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Jamming to Song of Storms... and trying to find another RP to join in... for funnsies :D
1 yr ago
Trying to interact in an RP can be hard for me sometimes... I think it's the control freakness of me xD
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It takes time to get back into RPing... Bit by bit i'm starting to get my old flair back!
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I'm so lost... It's been ages since I've been on a site like this... So I like to join any kind of RP. From Fantasy to Reality... I haven't fully gone through the site but once I do I will gladly post things i'm doing or want to even start on this Bio here. Heh Bio... poison... Anywho!!! Alexander Starsion at your service.

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Trent went beat red in the face at Lee’s words countering his own careless statement. He hadn’t thought at all what Lee would think of that and closed his book with a silent clap. This was the same man now, then a boy, who Trent had pestered for days on end to get him to smile during and after class. He even sat between Daryll and Lee throwing puns at each other and wanting to throttle the both of them. He could sense the slight confusion at Trent’s words and worry was suddenly consuming him. Trent shuddered as he thought of the videos he was sure Lee was thinking of. They hadn’t been pretty and had been used by Galahad and his teachers when Trent had supped too deeply of the Mist’s allure.

He patted Lee on his shoulder as he passed. Partly to show his apology and partly to soothe his own guilt. He turned to focus on Zimmy explaining the bracelet and Colette refuting it and showing she was no sneeze with her Mist usage and it’s abilities. He still couldn’t hear her and the world still went quiet so he went back to his book in his hands and dove deep into his thoughts working mechanically as he helped break down the site they had used for their breakfast. Maybe Colette was like a crystal. From how she spoke, it would make the most sense, since Mages USED what was in the area and it sounded like she PRODUCED Mist.

“Collette...” he turned to ask her and she vanished. He blinked and would deny it later but the slight squeal of terror from the horn blasting had come from him. He figured he could wait to ask her what she meant and possibly interrogate her about what she meant exactly and WHY he couldn’t hear her. It was bothersome.

It didn’t cross his mind to go talk to Zimmy, they weren’t extremely close, sure they would help each other in a few classes they shared. Trent would be a sound board for some of her prank ideas against Lee when he was in the middle of a battle with him. Same way with Trent helping Lee but he was neutral ground and kept it that way though forced shows of power. He’d admit to himself he’d never lift a finger to hurt his friends, but if push came to shove he wouldn’t be used. His mind was going off on tangents and it was starting to frustrate him.

Pulling at the Mist, he set it to turn the fire to embers, the pan used for the eggs to cleanliness, the food to return to it’s storage, the coffee cups that had been dropped or emptied to fly towards the trash. He opened his book again and made it look like he was reading the words as he walked towards the Dastardly Deathtrap.

He half listened to Zimmy and Daryll and smiled to himself when he thought no one was watching, nodding along and wanting to put in his two-cents but keep his words to himself. He was getting to the part where the prince found out his butler was really the evil villain behind the story when he heard his name from Daryll and blinked a few times to get reality and fantasy to separate themselves. He cursed silently about forgetting his glasses at the school and not packing them. Reading glasses weren’t cool, according to his royal pain in the arse, Gideon Anbruch.

“I’m sure we can come up with something to terrorize a bunch of librarians to help you feel like you,” Trent grinned whilst looking back down at his book. When they went off about working their aerial shit as Zimmy put it, he snorted, he added. “I can give you the cover fire if needed. Give you a tempest to get you higher or add pockets of gravity to draw you down faster. I’m sure we can figure something out.” Trent sighed internally and de-summoned his book back into a Mist Pocket pulled his guns out and started to clean them as the group rumbled along.
I lied I'l have a post up by no later then 10pm (est) tonight.
I'm passing this time as well.
@Hexaflexagon

Ya know, I don't try to hide how I'm going to build characters, but to have the GM see it instantly with how I built the character means I'm getting my point across which makes me feel better about how my writings going. Thanks for the boost boss!!! ;)

@Mercenary Lord

Real Life trumps Online Life, that's how I see it. Trust me, we're all going to wait on one another at some point or another. I don't think it's anything to apologize for. :D
I was rereading some of the OP for the OOC, and realized we'd all kinda forgotten about religion and stuff. (Plus we're apparently guaranteed Eldritch Abominations at some point.) Perhaps we could seek out the Order of Dawn and use them as a neutral ground from which to navigate this crisis?


I still think it's the church behind the attack... so def against that... and i will make Trent hate the church for one reason or another just to avoid them xD
before anyone asks, how i thought the characters would actually take their coffee is had I made them in my head which took me a while to actually figure out. I think I got them right :D
“Sir? Hope you’re gonna pay for that.”

Trent snickered as he watched the half sleeping giant go about his morning routine. He stared at the orange juice container, sighed and went to put the one he had already gotten back. Heading back to the coffee machine he had taken over he went back to fixing up seven cups. His mind absently reaching out to the others feeling them awaken, shake off sleep or feel unease with their situation. It staggered Trent when he started sensing others emotions and realizing they weren’t his own. It’s part of the reason he had thrown himself into his books and studying. It wasn't so staggering now, unless he wasn't expecting it or if it was a strong mixture of emotions. Nowadays it hit his face like a breeze and moved on.

Humming and thinking and mixing coffee he suddenly realized his lack of free hands and this little store being out of car carriers. Trent cursed all those out there who hadn’t thought to get coffee because some of them NEEDED it to continue on with their lives, read Trent liked his coffee and would slice off heads without it.

He smiled at the clerk, as he told him how many coffees he had, yes seven. Yes they were all for him, what was the man behind the counter, daft!? An eye-roll with a smile and a call to keep the change, he whistled a soft tune and suddenly had seven containers of liquid of the gods circling him. He paused in the doorway out, having the cups lined up behind him. Shaking his head from thoughts of wiping out the cashier’s mind of his Mist usage and Setzer’s facial features he continued calling the cups as one would call a stray dog. Trent breathed in the fresh air and sighed. These next few days were going to be stress filled. Trent hadn't thought to grab a postcard to send to his family either.

As he got nearer to his group he stumbled for a moment, Daryll’s wariness combined with Gideon’s unease had him gasping for breath. In that singular moment between gasp and stagger, he pulled a book out from the hoodie pocket he was wearing and stuck his nose in it. Appearances after all, had to be kept. A plain forest green hoodie, over one his flannel button-ups and loose black jeans covering up combat boots he had swiped out of his bag. They were his most comfortable clothing he had gone with the Daryll to get them actually and that made him smile into his book. As he continued forward he pretended to be engrossed in his book.

"Anyway, I kind of favor option #2, we can do it on the way to the Archive, because more risk but...tick-tock. Our country is about to burn."

Trent walked up to Gideon and stood to the side, coffees still orbiting him like a miniature sun. Trent waited for Gideon to take a breath before he placed a cup of black coffee into Gideon's hands. Trent’s face was still buried in his book so he couldn't see the reaction he received.

“Extra strong, you should have slept,” was all Trent muttered to the prince in an off hand member as if he couldn’t feel the exhaustion coming off him. For all Trent knew, it was coming off all of them. He poked Daryll in the chest with his cup next, and sent him a searching look from over the rim of his book. When he felt the wariness wane the tiniest bit he smiled and patted Daryll’s shoulder. “Half hot chocolate, half coffee if you want extra go get it yourself.”

He moved onto Setzer next, and couldn’t keep the grin off his face, “I had OJ for you, but someone isn’t patient.” He left Setzer’s coffee floating in front of him. Black the same as Gideon’s. Trent stood off to the side of Lee, his nose still in his book as he snatched Lee’s coffee out of the air.

“More sweetener then coffee,” Trent smirked. “How you can stand that I’ll never know.” Trent moved off as he nodded when Lee agreed about the worst case being assassination. Trent sent Galahad his coffee knowing the other mage would take over the Mist induced spell to grab his. A touch of creamer and five packets of sugar went into Galahad’s coffee. Zimmy’s pure hot chocolate that he handed to her himself and sat down nest to Collette, he wasn’t sure how she would take her coffee so had her cup, along with creamers and sugar packets at the ready.

"Man we're screwed...but, it's not like we already weren't. Most of us were gonna die in a few weeks anyway, out on the battlefield."

“Speak for yourself,” Trent spoke up finally throwing in his two-cents into the discussion. His voice slightly cynical as he kept his eyes firmly planted on the book, finally turning a page. “I planned on taking out a large group before I burned into nothing but a Mist Crazed Lunatic. I’ll skip on my own death, thanks. My votes the Archives for what it’s worth. Get supplies, plus there’s something down that way I’d like to stop and see if it’s all the same to you. Farm land past the Archives, might be a place to hide there if we had too.” Trent kept his voice level, and went back to his book. Cussing as he cut his finger on a page and went digging into his pocket for a band-aid. Of course he cut him on the thumb below the other bandage upon it. He didn’t feel eyes on him when he spoke of wanting to see something outside so he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Plus, the Archives might have a spell to dismantle that spell that concealed the airship, I don’t think even I could have dented it, had I tried.” Another shrug and nose back in his book. He liked this one, he’d read it five or ten times he wasn’t sure but it was well loved.
... *tempttempttempttempttempt*

Anywho, working on post now :D should have it up in a few hours. *taking his sweet sweet time*
Daddy-issue Galahad xD

So I'm thinking of having Trent be the one who's bringin back coffee, breakfast and the such and I have no idea how to word it that it makes any lick of sense of how he's carrying it all.... Oh, right, Mist!!!
My first thought upon seeing this.... 'Let the Bodies hit the floor...' followed closely by THICKENING OF PLOT
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