Altered Tundra

Approaching the Guild's 10 year anniversary

Coming onto the Guild always feels like the final reunion hug in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

@corneredbliss

I wonder which one is Mahz and which one is us..

Approaching the Guild's 10 year anniversary

<Snipped quote by Hostile>

Bullshit, only one can have the dankest memes

@Mercenary Lord

ArcaneUnit or bust.

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Welcome aboard, @ScarlettNight! I'm sure you'll find someone to RP with. What sort of RPs do you like to do?

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

_{Courtbridge, Prince Ed-Field - The Orchestra Mall}

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Upon the request from Nicole, the taxi instead of going to their target location had dropped she and Jackson near the Orchestra Mall in Prince Ed-Field. When Jackson asked why she said she needed to drop off an application for one of the stores inside it. Though he protested, Jackson knew it was an unwinnable battle with her. Plus, given how quick the simple act of dropping off an application would take, he shrugged at it and followed Nicole. Though, he wasn’t able to keep up his usual pace, so she had to lower her brisk walk speed just a tad.

After a bit, they finally reached the mall, but upon getting there, Jackson saw something strange, not to mention heard it too. Screams from both men and women who were running the way that Jackson and Nicole had came. “Why are they running away?” Nicole asked.

Jackson shrugged.

In the matter of a few moments, as they walked deeper into the mall(the store Nicole was applying at was near the entrance they came in through), the two would soon realize what exactly it was that had the mall goers flee in terror: it was the same kind of abomination that he had dealt with at The Golden Throne, but it seemed that these were...different. And in higher numbers.

“Not again,” Jackson cursed under his breath.

“What is it?”

“We need to leave, that’s what,” Jackson said to Nicole, grabbing her hand as he half-walked, half-hopped towards the entrance.

“Jackson, what’s going on!?” Nicole raised her voice as she seemed to resist him pulling her arm.

“Listen to me, that thing that showed up at the Golden Throne a couple of days ago - well, those..those things over there seem to be the same, but different.”

“What are you even talking about?

“Just listen to me for once and get your ass out of here,” Jackson yelled, giving Nicole an order.

“You’re coming too, right?”

Jackson sighed. He always had to play the hero, didn’t he? “Make sure you get to safety,” Jackson said, not really answering her question clearly.

Jackson wobbled towards a few of the beasts that were just rampaging around. “Why is it always me? “Jackson said to himself as he noticed one of the beasts head towards him, their talon-like claws seemed to be poised to strike. The beast took to the air and was coming for him. On instinct, Jackson did a left uppercut. Though a few inches off, an arc of fire followed it, sending this particular beast flying backward.

And, of course, like all things, that would get the attention of a few more. Jackson prepared himself for the oncoming onslaught. He raised his hands up, them glowing a dim red. This was going to be a long day.

Creativity

I think seeing creative roleplays or not seeing them is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, different strokes for different folks and all that. Like for example, the Guild gets a lot of fandoms and school roleplays, does it not? Well, some might find those extremely creative and appealing. Of course, the complete opposite is likely to happen. After all, Sir Isaac Newton said that for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction.

Minutes to Manhattan

I am in the process of making the CHARS 0th post more uniform. Might take a bit, but hopefully it'll be worth it.

Mahz's Dev Journal

@Mahz Hard to say, but I think I noticed it sometime last week. I thought I was seeing things at first or maybe the bulk of my post was causing it somehow, but then I noticed it happened in just a small post.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

_{Prince Ed-Field, New Raygate}

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After getting checked out by the DOVE doctors and having that interview with that rude lady, Jackson took the next few days to rest up. There wasn’t much he could do on account that his leg left him with limited mobility. He could still walk on it but it wasn’t without its own fair share of discomfort. He knew that hewouldn’t be doing any heroics any time soon - well, not on the levels of The Golden Throne, that is. Little acts, however, were still up for debate.

Like the previous days, Jackson was on his couch watching tv. His leg was propped up on his coffee table with a pillow under it. He groaned at how he was forced to be like this. He didn’t want this. He wanted to be out doing something. It didn’t matter if it was just getting some fresh air or going for a walk. If he could at least do one thing that didn’t involve him sitting on his ass seeing the same anti-metahuman politicians going on about tighter restrictions on them. Seriously, the more he had to watch them go on and on the more Jackson wanted to forsake doctor’s orders. In fact..

Jackson removed his leg from the table, though he didn’t anticipate how much it would hurt when his foot hit the floor. The pain was like a needle trailing along the back of his neck. This, of course, caused him to screech in pain.

“What are you doing?” A female voice said. She wasn’t happy.

“I can’t just sit here.” Jackson stated, “these politicians have no idea what happened. They just want to rile up the fears in the normal humans.” Jackson said, looking to the female who had her arms folded across her chest.

She was a caucasian woman with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was average height, weight, and build. She wore clothes that were neither poor nor expensive, which gave the impression that she was middle class. Her cheekbones and overall physical appearance was like were fair for someone of her age(mid-20s).

“What good do you think walking on that injured foot of yours will do? You and I both know that just trying to walk on it gives you great pain.”

Jackson sighed heavily. “Don’t worry too much, Nicole, I’ll be fine.”

“The hell you will be.”

“You’re right. I won’t be if I have to stay in this crummy apartment for a second longer. You can either help me get down those stairs, or you can stand there, but I am leaving regardless if you help or not.”

That seemed to silence her. Nicole would go to Jackson’s room and get him his white crutches, and with her help, he was able to leave his apartment, go down the flight of stairs that led to the outside. The two of them would hail a taxi. Jackson wanted to head downtown to see for himself how bad things were. Simply watching the protests weren't enough. Jackson wanted to be a part of them so he could feel like he was actually contributing to something worthwhile and not being on the sidelines like he had been the past few days.

Mahz's Dev Journal

@Mahz Here you are!

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Mahz's Dev Journal

@Mahz Though it might be minor, I've encountered a small bug regarding the posting message box thing(I forget the name). Whenever I do a post, there seems to be a flash of black where the BBcode icons are. And it does seem that whenever I click `preview`, the errors part on the bottom left is above the contents of the post and not the other way around.