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8 yrs ago
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

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And on that day Kei took the dubious honour of being the first character in this roleplay to suffer an on-stage injury.

Woo.

Anyway, she's not hurt very much; She's just got a lump on her head, a stubbed foot, and a few grazes from the ground. Also, for the record, I usually intend for her spoken text to be in the language it's written in, but in this case it doesn't matter either way, because the important thing is that she's embarrassed and feels like shit.
Kei

A pedestrian was making inquiries in German somewhere within earshot, but the girl in the jacket was wrapped too tightly by anticipation to do anything more than pick it up as belonging to the language she'd borrowed bits of from a student in Art class, and log it as part of the street din. The seconds she spent waiting tensed Kei up like a bowstring. By the time Mary yelled, she was nearly leaning in, and snapped back unsteadily as she started, head spinning, ankles shuddering, angled away from the noise and into the face of the expectantly waiting girl with the book. She was close, conversation-close, and the girl with the bad Deutsch caught the girl with the bad Polski straight in the eye. Kei stiffened, her eyeliner chasing her eyebrows into the stratosphere, and promptly died.

FUCK! Shit fucking damn it, dumbcunt- She had heard all that, no question. Kei's knuckles jammed themselves between her own teeth before she could say another word, or perhaps just whisper 'holy shit whoops' with all the regret of a small country electing a dictator. Mary was rummaging like blazes somewhere off to the side as she continued to speak, but Kei didn't notice. She shook her head very slowly and whispered around her fist, "...Nein," wide-eyed but meek. That was a bad, bad, really shitty first impression to send, and Kei was lost on how to justify herself without collapsing into something even worse.

The bag hit her side. She caught it loosely, thanking her reflexes only to have it bulge downwards and slip out of her clumsily wrapped arms, landing with a concerning 'flump'. It was big enough for her to pick up without stooping over, at least, and she did so quickly, slung it over her shoulders, avoided reconnecting with the blonde girl's gaze.

She knew she couldn't stay. Whoever actually owned this stall could come back, for one thing, but she had looped herself up with Miss Beth's quest and had no intention of breaking that role. Mary was making brisk headway, and the only thing to stay for was a bad memory in the making. Kei hated bad memories.

Mustering whatever fragments of wit she had left, Kei gave Ludmilla the finger guns and backpedalled the way Mary had run. "Day in the life, mate," she sighed in English, turned, and bolted as fast as the bag would let her, trying to override the wet pressure in the back of her eyes. That was awful. Maybe next time she'd bring pilot shades to hide her face.

Kei knew exactly where Mary was headed, even when she transformed on the street and left the candy-laden girl far behind. She legged it as hard as she could to try and compensate, but the cobbles of the shady side lanes were unkind to the unsteady weight of the confectionery. To her credit, Kei landed quite well when her heel slammed into a protruding stone and sent her flying. She twisted her arms and face out of the way and rolled the impact into her shoulder, letting the backpack take on the skid. Her head bounced on the ground and she lay there, blurred. The world hurt vividly and didn't make much sense otherwise.

Mary... Ain't gonna be happy about this. The bag hadn't unzipped, but Kei didn't let herself hold on to false hope. The pressuring blanket of pain along her right side was resolving itself into set points in her foot, skull, hip, and shoulder; She numbered them and compartmentalised them, separating them just enough turn a throb into a warm sting. Hell if she was going to try and fight that witch at this point anyway.

Too many damn Magical Girls in this city, that's the problem, and she coughed a tired laugh, though moisture had already reddened her eyes and meddled with her make-up. And here I am, just digging myself deeper, sitting up, feeling her earring. Still in place, still unharmed. Her hand searched a little higher on her skull, where the warmth remained densest, and came away with one dye-tipped black hair and a few fingertips worth of blood. Eh, it's fine. She stood and took up the slow walk. Mary had probably covered the whole way to the witch by now, after all.
I'll post in a few hours.

I was thinking that earlier today, (As opposed to last night my timezone) but I like to think they all spell it differently.
Like: Kyubey, QB, Cuebee, Qubie, Qby, etc.


All the Incubators outside of Japan spell it with a Q, but Kyubey tries too hard to be cool.
I assumed Kyubey was the name all Incubators used so that even if they end up in different locations, they still appear to be just one single entity. Referring to themselves as a species, or otherwise leaving hints that suggest there are more than one, makes it easier for prospective magical girls to realise that there's some kind of agenda going on. Which there is. One that would make most of them less likely to agree to the contract.
So here's just a thought for everyone. Does anyone care if Logos creates the species that are inherent in our world as it is: plants, humans, ordinary animals? Things that he consider to be 'part of the natural order' and in perfect balance. And then the rest of you non-creator gods can do your own corruption and siezing of those species, and twist them for your own reasons. Just ordinary and every day stuff; nothing fancy or special or esoteric.


I'm not sure how many other 'corruptive' gods I'm answering for here, if any, but as far as Jvan is concerned, Logos can go ahead and create or neglect to create anything he so pleases. Jvan's domain is beauty; She's an artist, engineer, and scientist. When there are creations nearby, she'll experiment. When there aren't, she'll be the one doing the creating.

I seriously considered having Jvan just not touch the planet at all and spend all her time creating radiation-fueled space fish in orbit around the Sun, ideally with Ull's blessing.

Anyway, from a writing standpoint, I'd prefer to start with a blank slate world so that she's less stylistically encumbered by having to overwrite what she finds, but the character herself won't actually care either way.
@Muttonhawk Ooh I just read through the porcelain engineer's sheet and hot damn, am I going to like sharing interactions with that guy. He's wonderfully cohesive.

Character-wise, I think Toun is inevitably going to be the aggressor in whatever ideological clash may follow. Jvan will see him as a boring reductionist, but his jarring imperfection will strike her as a new, interesting contrast and she is going to remind him of it every step of the way. When she's not being tactful, anyway. You still won't have much trouble finding gods who'll hate her, I think.

Also I just swapped out her theme for another Lauren Bousfield song that's a little less flavourless (but still abrasive as fuck and I am so sorry for putting you all through my bad taste).
@Double Capybara Thanks! Glad to be on board.

She has the traits of a very stereotypical Lovecraftian god, which isn't really where I was going with her and is a lot more limiting character-wise than gods designed in the style of classical mythology, but she still seems to be the only eldritch abomination in the roleplay so far unless I've missed someone's character and I rather like her.

BONUS.
@Kho ...wut? I just scribbled up a hoary goblin god, man. I'm not sure what you're implying but you've probably got the wrong guy.
Mmmmm eh I think I'm going to create a character just for the hell of it, and then play her passively enough to fit into my available time.

The question is at the moment whether I want to make a god of Water (The Abyss) or Beauty (Flesh). We already have a god of Beauty (Stories), but I think I can capably write something in the same domain that is different enough to be interesting in its own right. And overlaps are fun, especially over abstract, subjective concepts. On the other hand, WHY IS THERE NEVER A WATER GOD. WATER IS THE SINGLE MOST DIVERSE AND VITAL OF THE CLASSICAL ELEMENTS AND AN ENORMOUS INFLUENCE ON THE TERRAIN AND BIOSPHERE OF ANY DESIGNED PLANET PHLPHPLFPLFHFPLHFP

Either way, this god is definitely going to exist under the sea, and be horrifying, and a bit of a bitch.
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