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Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

@IAmTheIsland, see above.

Sorry for @ing you, but you only ever seen to respond here when someone addresses you directly.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

I agree with Sadu. Im just as guilty as everyone else, and I could offer excuses, but that doesn't change what I have and haven't done. I have a reason as to why I wanted Levi to be a bit less pronounced in this fight, but that doesn't change the fact that my posts have been few and far between. The only people I've seen post in a timely manner are Sadu and King Kindred when we've made our moves.

Resident evil: Racoon city survivors

“Well, you’re certainly a brave one, miss Claudia.” Michael said with a respectful nod as he piled out of the vehicle, and did his best to hide the annoyed look as he took in the stairs. He grunted slightly with each step, moving slowly so as not to hurt himself as his arthritis made itself very much known. As he reached the top of the stairs, he looked back down the short stairway with a brief mutter. “Not looking forward to going back down.”

As the pair approached the old building, Michael braced himself. He didn’t know if the riots and all this mess had gotten into the school before the students were evacuated, and while he knew himself capable of putting a dead kid to rest, he wasn’t sure about Claudia. A full-grown person who turned was one thing, but some of these high schoolers were still practically kids, at least as far as he was concerned. “Miss Claudia… I dunno what we’re gonna find in here. And if those freaks got in, it certainly ain’t gonna be pretty. Just… brace yourself.” He allowed her to open the door first, moving in behind her with his gun pointed at the ground, but at the ready.

The foyer was a large and open space that, on any normal day, would’ve seen a lot of foot traffic, the original flooring having been covered over with linoleum tiles with a symbol of a shield emblazoned with a raccoon and a scroll below it reading Raccoon City High painted on the floor in the center of the room. Two staircases went up either side of the room’s far walls, one blocked by stacked desks and the other blocked at the top by a steel scissor gate that prevented access upstairs. Three hallways were immediately accessible, one on either side of the room and one down the center between the stairs. On the bright side, the lights were on, at least in this part of the foyer. What took away the old man’s hope that this would be easy, however, was the sight of a mauled police officer lying dead against one of the stairwells, and the blood on the floor of the foyer combined with the distinct lack of bodies.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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Banned for thinking you're always right.

Resident evil: Racoon city survivors

I'll have something tomorrow. I'm sorry about the wait.

Ban the User Above You

Banned for shutting down a Plants vs Zombies reference.

Ban the User Above You

Banned because nonsense is subjective, and therefor cannot have a single proper definition. What is nonsensical to one might not be to another.

Ban the User Above You

Banned for thinking you don't just have the freedom to walk away.

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

At a light run, it took Paashi a little better than two hour to reach Eon Tower, being the last to arrive as he watched the women on broomsticks and the large emerald bird that he assumed to be a spirit come in for a landing. “Ah hell, I’m not late am I?” He asked to no one in particular, but given that no one seemed overly bothered, he figured that even if he was, he wasn’t late enough that it mattered overly much. So, he took to looking over the other would-be maguses to see who he’d be more or less living with for the next… however long. Some stood out to him more than others, and he could’ve sworn one of them looked just like that one dwarven gladiatrix, Trass Bloodblaze or something. Even down to the giant sword, but that was neither here nor there.

But then, something caught his eye as he saw what was slug across the back of the ragged-looking man, and what self-restraint he had was put to use to keep himself from salivating over the beautifully crafted and quite well kept rifle he carried. At least, it seemed, he took better care of his tools than he did his own appearance. That was a good sign.

His attention was only drawn away from the weapon when he noticed Lapis staring at him, which he responded to with a polite wave. “Hello there,” he greeted her, trying to avoid a feeling of awkwardness that had started to poke at the back of his mind, though he was able to shrug it off for now.

Another who stood out to him was someone that appeared to him as a rather frail human, their build and appearance suggesting them to be a young woman, with a sack and a lyre, and figuring there were worse ways of introducing himself, he walked over to who he was assuming was a woman, and gestured towards their lyre. “Always nice to meet someone who likes music. Mind if I ask your name, ma’am?” He asked, with a friendly and unassuming smile, not knowing what he’d done.

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Following quietly and sticking towards the back of the group as they passed through the halls, he couldn’t help but marvel at the architecture. It was more grand than anything he’d ever seen, and the detail work on just about everything was stunning.

As the woman who’d introduced herself as Roze gestured towards the staff, he looked over the group as best he could as they introduced themselves, though only two immediately stood out to him.

Paashi’s interest was piqued by the concept of combining galdr and alchemy of all things, so his face tinged with a slight disappointment as Nadia was cut off by Elaine. Still, he supposed there was a time and a place for that. He made a mental note to ask about how that worked later as everyone moved on.

And what a person to move on to, as Johannes introduced himself. From someone who drew his attention for magical purposes to someone who did so for mechanical reasons, Paashi couldn’t help but to grin slowly as the older man went on. Maybe he could have some insights to improve the URR, Paashi figured. Maybe then some part or other wouldn’t break on him every other day.

Paashi raised a tentative hand for the main questions he had regarding the tower and it’s staff. “Is there an open workshop for us to use, or do we need to find our own space?” He asked, his mind jumping to the potential present here, now that he had more than scrap metals he had to effectively reforge into something halfway-useful. Realizing that was an assumption, he then decided to ask about that as well. There was no point getting excited if he was still using half-rusted steel, after all. “And, are resources provided, or do we need to supply our own?” After a moment’s pause, he started counting off some examples to give the staff an idea of what he was talking about. “Y’know, steel, septarium, wood, oils, stuff of that nature.”

Paashi flinched as the four feminine individuals suddenly teleported into the hall just between the newcomers and the staff, having expected anything but… well, that. He was intrigued though, as it had been a minute since he’d met anyone who used void magic, and even then they usually had the good grace to not arrive suddenly between two groups that were heavily armed and well trained. His hand jumped to his belt on a reflex, to a small piece of septarium, though he stopped himself before he did anything stupid like throw a spell grenade. They were likely new arrivals, after all, and it wouldn’t do to try to blow them up as a first impression. He instead returned to a more casual pose, as he tried to gauge if anyone else thought that was odd.