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idk who is in the right but GRAB THE DICK AND TWIST IT!
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A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
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@Sam Quint I appreciate the interest, but at this time, we aren't accepting any new character submissions. Sorry.
Welp, guess posting is gonna be halted for a bit roleplayerguild.com/posts/5133323
I'll be taking the forum down this weekend to upgrade the database and syncing the server up with the code.
Just for clarification, will it be down for the entire weekend and what days will you be taking it down?
Also will this result in us potentially losing stuff?
I am living for the eventual dual between Ines and Caelum and I know Caelum is just as excited for it as I am. 
For the longest time, or at least since his father passed into the afterlife, Caelum had always protected himself with Stormbringer and in turn, had been protective over Stormbringer. To him, the sword wasn’t just a tool to use in battle nor was it a prop most he had encountered treat their swords as. To him, it was one of the last things to remember his father by. It was a cherished relic of the love his father showed him. Stormbringer was a part of his soul. That couldn’t be denied.
As Ines asked to hold it, though he was hesitant because he had never let anyone hold it unless their name was Caelum, he wasn’t in a position to say no. Or perhaps Caelum was and he just felt like he was in such awe that one of the Miracle Seven was a special exception.
So Ines took it into her hand, unsheathing the sword and speaking about its name, praising its name. What had prompted the boy to blink not aimlessly but with a genuine confusion at Ines was how she knew it was originally his father’s. “How did you know?” He would begin to ask shortly before Ines revealed that there had been traces of his father’s mana within the blade itself. By this point, Stormbringer was back in his possession and he couldn’t help but stare down at it, gazing with much intrigue into the shining silver of the blade. It was faint but the same glow in the blade filled him with a familiar warmth his father did whenever he thought back to their time together. “I can’t believe I never realized it before,” Caelum muttered, sheathing Stormbringer and resting it in his lap.
And as Caelum was dealt with another revelation, one that resulted in his previous stutter to return, he didn’t have time to process that Ines actually said to him she wanted to face him one day. He thought maybe she was joking at the expense of his clearly inferior skills, but when another member of the Miracle Seven joined them, Weyrose and Ines confirming it for him that she wasn’t joking, Caelum swallowed a tense breath. His mouth was drier than a desert and his arms shook. Whether they shook because he was anxious at the thought of facing Ines one day or excited at the chance to prove himself remained to be seen. Still, it was, at the very least, something that could very well happen and that gave him something to work towards.
“T-thank you,” Caelum said, feeling like bowing his head was appropriate. “I’m not sure if I would be able to give you a fair challenge, though. I have a long way to go before I’m at your level.” Truth was, Caelum didn’t know where he stood. Part of him wanted to test his strengths right now just so he could confirm it. “My father taught me everything I know. He trained me the moment he knew I wasn’t like others in my village. I know one day, I would love to see where I stand in this world. I mean, doesn’t everyone wish to know where their strength resides when compared to those who might be stronger with them?” He looked up at Ines and Weyrose, smiling, arms shaking with excitement.
As Ines asked to hold it, though he was hesitant because he had never let anyone hold it unless their name was Caelum, he wasn’t in a position to say no. Or perhaps Caelum was and he just felt like he was in such awe that one of the Miracle Seven was a special exception.
So Ines took it into her hand, unsheathing the sword and speaking about its name, praising its name. What had prompted the boy to blink not aimlessly but with a genuine confusion at Ines was how she knew it was originally his father’s. “How did you know?” He would begin to ask shortly before Ines revealed that there had been traces of his father’s mana within the blade itself. By this point, Stormbringer was back in his possession and he couldn’t help but stare down at it, gazing with much intrigue into the shining silver of the blade. It was faint but the same glow in the blade filled him with a familiar warmth his father did whenever he thought back to their time together. “I can’t believe I never realized it before,” Caelum muttered, sheathing Stormbringer and resting it in his lap.
And as Caelum was dealt with another revelation, one that resulted in his previous stutter to return, he didn’t have time to process that Ines actually said to him she wanted to face him one day. He thought maybe she was joking at the expense of his clearly inferior skills, but when another member of the Miracle Seven joined them, Weyrose and Ines confirming it for him that she wasn’t joking, Caelum swallowed a tense breath. His mouth was drier than a desert and his arms shook. Whether they shook because he was anxious at the thought of facing Ines one day or excited at the chance to prove himself remained to be seen. Still, it was, at the very least, something that could very well happen and that gave him something to work towards.
“T-thank you,” Caelum said, feeling like bowing his head was appropriate. “I’m not sure if I would be able to give you a fair challenge, though. I have a long way to go before I’m at your level.” Truth was, Caelum didn’t know where he stood. Part of him wanted to test his strengths right now just so he could confirm it. “My father taught me everything I know. He trained me the moment he knew I wasn’t like others in my village. I know one day, I would love to see where I stand in this world. I mean, doesn’t everyone wish to know where their strength resides when compared to those who might be stronger with them?” He looked up at Ines and Weyrose, smiling, arms shaking with excitement.
@metanoia Hey for my post can I have Caelum give permission for Ines to hold Stormbringer?
Yeah go for it! He would be hella honored to let her hold it/see it up close!
Caelum's such a nervous wreck, I'm shocked he managed to get out complete sentences 
Most of the time, Caelum would often find himself exploring the wonders that interested him. The festivities he couldn’t help himself from noticing appeared like one of those things someone like him would delve into deeper. It appeared to feel like there was something to be found, something to know about, something magical to experience. But instead of doing any of that, despite his go-to actions suggesting otherwise, Caelum kept his place in the stands, feeling content watching.
His eyes had obviously kept their fixated gaze on the Miracle Seven (well six of them). They were everything he hoped they would be and more, but part of him felt disappointed in himself for not doing more. In the past when he thought about what it might be like to meet them, to see them in person, to possibly get the chance to talk to them, he always imagined he’d walk up to them with all the confidence of a true warrior and maybe make an impression on them. Perhaps it wasn’t much, but reality was not as exciting as the fantasies one entertained during sleepless nights.
As he could only gaze from afar, holding his sword tight and close to his person, Caelum looked up. At that exact moment, his heart was threatening to pound itself from his chest. Standing directly in front of him as if they were just any ordinary person, Ines the Silver, one of the strongest warriors in all of Genelogia and quite possibly someone so strong that she made Caelum look like a puny child unable to walk in a straight line, was just a few paces away from him.
Perking up immediately, a few stutters left Caelum’s lips. They were inaudible and completely unrecognizable within any language known to man. Coughing and taking in a relaxing, slow breath, Caelum gave it a second shot. “C-Caelum! My name is Caelum.” He managed to say without biting his own tongue. “Or if you m-mean my sword, it’s Stormbringer. My sword’s name is Stormbringer.” As he spoke, he gripped Stormbringer by the hilt with as much pride he could spare, given the state of his being right now.
His eyes had obviously kept their fixated gaze on the Miracle Seven (well six of them). They were everything he hoped they would be and more, but part of him felt disappointed in himself for not doing more. In the past when he thought about what it might be like to meet them, to see them in person, to possibly get the chance to talk to them, he always imagined he’d walk up to them with all the confidence of a true warrior and maybe make an impression on them. Perhaps it wasn’t much, but reality was not as exciting as the fantasies one entertained during sleepless nights.
As he could only gaze from afar, holding his sword tight and close to his person, Caelum looked up. At that exact moment, his heart was threatening to pound itself from his chest. Standing directly in front of him as if they were just any ordinary person, Ines the Silver, one of the strongest warriors in all of Genelogia and quite possibly someone so strong that she made Caelum look like a puny child unable to walk in a straight line, was just a few paces away from him.
Perking up immediately, a few stutters left Caelum’s lips. They were inaudible and completely unrecognizable within any language known to man. Coughing and taking in a relaxing, slow breath, Caelum gave it a second shot. “C-Caelum! My name is Caelum.” He managed to say without biting his own tongue. “Or if you m-mean my sword, it’s Stormbringer. My sword’s name is Stormbringer.” As he spoke, he gripped Stormbringer by the hilt with as much pride he could spare, given the state of his being right now.
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