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3 May 2017 0:01
Current [insert edgy song lyrics here]
28 Feb 2017 21:55
i thought opening a door for a lady was the polite thing to do, but she just screamed and flew out of the plane
10 Nov 2016 20:34
'ohemgee im so surry guise that i havnt posted in 4ever pls 4give me QQ'
3 Nov 2016 5:19
Trying to cut down on my cursing. It isn't fucking going well.
11 Oct 2016 5:36
"I feel like I forgot to shoot something... "


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๐•„: ๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Ž๐•š๐•ค๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐••, ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• / / ๐•‹๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ / / ~๐Ÿ™๐ŸŸ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ

Callan fell into another coughing fit as she pushed herself back to her feet again. The dirt in the air aggravated the burning in her lungs, more droplets of blood accumulating in the palm of her hand as she tried to get it under control.

Through the clearing of dust, she could see Sander and the orb in the distance.

โ€œIโ€ฆ killed it." His voice came through her communicator. She enjoyed a brief moment of relief before the message kept going. "I willโ€ฆ kill the next one.โ€

What? She watched as Sander turned towards her, breaking into a sprint. At the same time, she heard a muffled sound. It seemed to be coming from inside the mine. She wasn't given much time to investigate as her transmitter came to life again. She looked to the device on her ankle, as if it might provide some answers. The only discernible sound that she could make out... was screaming. Who--

Before the gears could turn enough for her to put two and two together, Brent's voice came through her transmitter with a message that caused her hair to stand on end.

โ€œOffensive Support, Strikers, Healer Teams, Gregory,โ€ Brent said, excluding Evac from the message, โ€œThe APC has been attacked by three subnaturals. One male with olive skin, one female with black hair, and another with blond hair in a ponytail. Necks hidden. Donโ€™t know their powers yet. Donโ€™t message anyone on Evac team. Lawrence is down and the rest are missing.โ€

Evac team.


She immediately turned away from the mine and looked towards the town. Lawrence was down? Did... did that mean he was dead? Several thoughts raced through her mind at once, most focused on trying to decide what to do. She felt an immense sadness at the news, but panic and a strong desire to do something overpowered everything else in that moment. Lawrence was supposed to be the most seasoned out of their group. If he'd been taken out, then Marcus and the others were in real danger.

โ€œCallan, can you hear me? Go into town. Factoryโ€™s down, but we have possibly even more enemy subnaturals in Wisford. Weโ€™ll need your help.โ€

The word 'go' was all she needed to finally make up her mind, though her brain still felt like a mare's nest of thoughts as she moved forward, racing past Sander without so much as a word.

Where? Where were they? She didn't have her map. She couldn't stop and ask Brent using her cuff-- the people attacking Marcus would hear. The burning in her lungs returned as she sprinted past the offensive support group and into town. Gun shots and a pained shout rang out from her transmitter. It didn't sound like Marcus, but it sent her heart racing even faster.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Whoever it was, their misfortune had given her a vague direction at least. She tore through the streets with purpose, the echo of that gunshot still ringing in her ears as she silently prayed the cuff would remain silent until she got there. No more gun shots. No more lives lost. The hulking Collectors and decimated buildings barely registered in her mind as they flew through her peripheral.

๐•„: ๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Ž๐•š๐•ค๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐••, ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• / / ๐•‹๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ / / ~๐Ÿ™๐ŸŸ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ˜

Scrambling to her feet once she was free from the wreckage, Callan vainly rubbed her palms against her thighs in an attempt to clean them off. It was no use-- she was absolutely covered in a stubborn layer of dirt. The dust had yet to settle and she coughed as she waved her hand in front of her face. The action brought less relief than she'd hoped-- awakening a peculiar ache inside her chest. She tried not to think about it.

A few slivers of light pierced through the mine's opening, still mostly clogged with shattered support beams, rocks, and dirt, some of which was still very damp from the rain. With it being so cloudy, the light was faint, but it was enough. Focusing on that, Callan set to work. Tossing rocks aside, she dug as fast as she could-- stopping only to curse when the movement of one particular rock caused a miniature collapse.

Finally managing to create an opening big enough to crawl through, Callan climbed out. Setting her sights on Factory, she ran, still trying to ignore the burning in her lungs.
Meh... too lazy to edit unless Ave or Delta says anything. *shrug*
LOL. Ugh. I LOVE mean characters, though. Love playing them when I'm feelin' ballsy enough. Love playin' WITH them. Love all the flaws.

Honestly, as soon as I catch on that someone has trouble separating their character from themselves (as far as things happening to them IC goes), I have a hard time taking them seriously at all. I get that some people like to play characters that are similar to themselves-- there's nothing wrong with that. Not everyone is here to explore all the different sort of characters they can play. I get it. I'm guilty of it sometimes, too!


Even if the character isn't at all like you-- and I think this goes back to the "show, don't tell" thing-- you shouldn't get mad at other people for 'misinterpreting' your character unless it's obvious the other person simply isn't reading what you write.

For example-- say your character is meant to be a "handsome smooth talker", but you're ass at writing smooth dialogue. I dunno, can you really get mad if other people respond to your character like he's a weirdo instead of Mr. Smooth? Of course we'll have to acknowledge that he's good looking, but come on. I get this is a hobby and not everyone is here to improve, but don't expect other people to pick up the slack for you all the time.

Why people gotta be so defensive about their characters, anyway? Learn to recognize when it's YOUR fault your character is being interpreted a certain way by the other characters. Understand when it's the CHARACTERS interpreting them as such and not the players.

And hell, I would consider it hilarious if one of my characters was mistaken for a pervert when they totally weren't. And I applaud the inclusion of such things like sexism and misogynist ideals as character flaws. They're real life issues! Why pretend they don't exist? Seems really narrow minded to label a character as "too flawed" like that. I mean. Unless the GM is creating a utopia where complete and total equality has been achieved. But even then, I generally frown upon GMs trying to control the opinions of characters concerning their plot.

๐•„: ๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Ž๐•š๐•ค๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐••, ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• / / ๐•‹๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ / / ~๐Ÿ™๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜

Chris. The serpent. Fire. She didn't see the rest of what happened before her feet suddenly left the ground. The giant metal hand slammed into her just as she turned to face it, obscuring her vision and propelling Callan backwards into the entrance of one of the old mine tunnels. Hitting the inner wall with a heavy thud, she felt her lungs sharply expel some blood along with the rest of her breath. The earth trembled and the roof of dirt and rocks caved in on top of her as she hit the ground, catching herself on her hands and knees.

An earthy scent filled her nose as she instinctively rose her hands above her head, still coughing up a few more flecks of blood while trying not to let the sight of it get her too flustered. The job wasn't over yet. A few drops of blood were nothing compared to her leg injury last time. Feeling the uncomfortable grit of dirt between her teeth as the collapse finally settled, she dug her way out, pushing heavy chunks of rock aside as though she were wading through a ball pit.

Oh, I get it now, Makoto frowned, furrowing his brow as Elizabeth gushed over the dingy interior of the room Arden's door-opening had revealed. Of course.

What had he been expecting?

She's crazy... They're all crazy.

Once again considering how easily he could reclaim his part-time job back home, Makoto's expression lit up with surprise as the woman stepped through the classroom's threshold and... disappeared?! When Arden followed suit, he took a startled step back, nearly bumping into a younger blonde haired girl as she trudged confidently forward. Wait! he wanted to say, but bit back the words. Should they be trusting this woman so easily? What if this was all an elaborate trick?

Stop being such a 'fraidy cat, Makoto!

Yeah, Makoto! Don't puss out on us now!

The jeering voices of his brothers echoed in the back of his mind. Old memories. Very old. Old like the look of this school. Like his worries, which always seemed to rear their ugly heads whenever he was faced with anything so... new. Old and yet new. It was the mystery that frightened him most. Indeed, at the end of the day, Makoto was no less skittish than a cat of independence. Always dashing back to its safe place at the slightest hint of danger.

Even as he watched the girl, much younger than himself if her height were to be any sort of indicator, bravely disappear, he could not yet bring himself to move.

๐•„: ๐•Š๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿœ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜ / / ๐•Ž๐•š๐•ค๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐••, ๐•„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ช๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• / / ๐•‹๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ / / ~๐Ÿ™๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ˜

Feeling Factory's limb give so easily against her hammer was incredibly satisfying, but her job wasn't quite done yet. A familiar flicker of red light caught her attention as soon as she took off towards the next leg, sending a shiver of unease down her spine. Sander was almost to the core. Would he able to take it down before the serpent finished charging up its next attack? Would it matter?

And more importantly, who was its target? Would it shoot Sander? Would it try and aim for her? Or-- cold dread flooded her mind at the thought-- was it going to fire off at someone else? She was hard pressed to believe even the likes of Kusari could survive such a thing.


She wouldn't let that happen. Wouldn't let that thing hit anyone else. Best way to draw its fire would be to keep going. Take out Factory. In her haste, Callan skipped the wind up and swung the hammer across the leg as she passed it. She growled with exertion, another wave of sweat beading at her temple. She immediately turned her attention back to the serpent. Continuing to run several meters forward, the hammer dissipated, leaving her unhindered. It was unlikely the beast would risk hitting Factory with a laser like that. But if she was quick enough-- maybe she could ensure that its target was her.

Of course, she'd also need to be quick enough to dodge it when it came. Something she felt confident she could do.

@RiDaku In the iconic words of Gene Wilder....

@POOHEAD189 Noice. I'll check it out~
@Kessir Tarkin Hey brah.

"After a full days ride he made it to the village"

Okay, you've fully read the first post, yes? Everyone has been hearing the voice at night-- telling them to go to the Hero of Time Festival in Kakariko Village. But the message about visiting the graveyard comes at 7:45 on the morning of the Festival. I'd say everyone manages to gather there and leave around roughly 8:30. He can only be 20 minutes late in order to run into the current crew, so a whole day's journey wouldn't work.

Maybe place him at Castle Town instead? And have it so he heard the voice on the way there, but was late due to traveling time?


It's also just occurred to me that there wasn't really any mention of Cal hearing that voice. He definitely would've heard it at the same time as everyone else-- just to be clear. Since you mentioned he heard about everyone gathering in the graveyard through hearsay.
@Kessir Tarkin Right on, brah. Make sure you join the Discord when you get the chance.
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