Okie day, everybody-- here's the deal.
I'm going to be pretty swamped with things I need to get done this week so until Saturday I most likely won't be around. In the meantime, however, I have something for you guys to fill out. A bit of an RP survey, if you will. In the future I may offer some sort of IC reward or mysterious plot-related post for completing these, but ideally you guys will just be awesome and do them anyway win or lose, right? It's partially for fun and partially a way for you guys to give me feedback on how the plot is going thus far.
SURVEY #1
I know we’ve only just gotten started, but I’ll ask some of these questions in future surveys to see how answers have changed. In case you guys haven't noticed, I've been keeping an updated list of characters in the first post-- so that should make things easier for you.
1. Where do you think each of the characters (other than your own!) fall on the scale of Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic and Good/Neutral/Evil? Try to provide a brief explanation to support your choices.
2. What would your character(s) overall opinion(s) be of each of the other characters based on a first impression (assuming they were being introduced as partners to achieve some sort of goal)?
3. Going back in time, if your character(s) were 6 years old, what would they say if asked about the following: Favorite food? Least favorite food? Favorite animal? Favorite person? Talents? Dream house? Dream job?
4. Do you have any favorite characters so far? Player characters, NPCs, whatever? (Try not to pick your own character, you narcissistic punks!) Provide a brief explanation as to why you like them so much.
5. What are your predictions for the story thus far? Any comments, concerns, or things you’re hoping to see?
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Lulz. Das cute.
Lulz. Das cute.
We'll see I suppose....
Agh, but for now I guess I'll puppet him for the time being. It's early enough that I doubt it'll be a problem. Otty has also disappeared off the face of the earth. We may hold auditions for two more slots if she doesn't show up. If not, I know a few people to ask.
Sorry for being so MIA here lately! I'll have a post up tonight! Anyone will be welcome to interact with Lynette afterwards.
Agh, but for now I guess I'll puppet him for the time being. It's early enough that I doubt it'll be a problem. Otty has also disappeared off the face of the earth. We may hold auditions for two more slots if she doesn't show up. If not, I know a few people to ask.
Sorry for being so MIA here lately! I'll have a post up tonight! Anyone will be welcome to interact with Lynette afterwards.
I don't think that metagamed anything...
Hey everybody, make sure you're updating your character's inventory with things they acquire/lose. And make sure you use exact numbers. (i.e. 5 apples, 20 sunflower seeds, 10 Deku Nuts, 9 condoms)
Hey everybody, make sure you're updating your character's inventory with things they acquire/lose. And make sure you use exact numbers. (i.e. 5 apples, 20 sunflower seeds, 10 Deku Nuts, 9 condoms)
“Fairies are benevolent creatures,” Lethe murmured indignantly, “I would never concern myself with petty theft! I require your help just as much as I require the help of these two.”
She motioned toward the Chilfos with little regard as to whether or not the girl could see Cain… or whether or not Cain wanted to be seen. “You’re help may be even more valuable, actually,” she said, as if talking to herself, “Considering neither of them are even human…. Well, it doesn’t matter. Either way, as an inhabitant of Hyrule, I should think you’ll be rather keen on lending an ear when I say life as we know it is at risk of coming to a terrible end.”
She circled the girl, observing, or rather, judging her, looking quite obviously perplexed by her choice of clothing as a Gerudo. Now wasn’t the time to talk of such things, however. So she continued, “I’m searching for some other people that are kind of like you…. Well… not exactly like you. You may share some things in common with them, but other than that….
She stopped circling Vei and floated in front of her face, small dainty hands on small dainty hips, “Whatever. Are you in or not, kid? That’s all I need to know.”
Cutting someone’s bulging wallet full of rupees was hardly subtle. Indeed, several people attempted to snatch their share as the rupees scattered across the crowded festival street. A young man with bright orange-red hair and a large forest green poncho began yanking people away from the fallen stash in an effort to help.
“Get out of here! What’s wrong with y’all?! Ain’t you got any sense?! Get!”
The ranch hand easily launched several greedy juveniles several feet away until the rest of the opportunistic nicks got the picture and scattered. The damage had unfortunately been done and a whopping 8,454 rupees were now scattered amongst the crowd in various different pockets.
“I saw it all happen from over at ma’ booth,” the young man said, gesturing to a large, extravagant booth with the words ‘Lon Lon Ranch’ engraved upon the sign in large gold lettering,
“Sorry for yer loss,” he said, helping Jira pick up the remaining rupees, “I saw yer dancin’ gig-- pretty funny stuff! I’m impressed you were able to convince so many people to do it! Even ma’ lil’ sis was beggin’ me to take her out there.”
A small red-headed girl barely four feet high sat on a tall stool behind the booth, hiding half of her face in what at first glance seemed to be a stuffed animal, but was really a Cuccoo. She watched Jira timidly; further burying her face in the body of her Cuccoo the more he looked her way.
“Hope you didn’t lose too much. What a slimeball that guy was! I got a good look at’im though. Shady lookin’ cloaked feller with red eyes. He looked kinda like one o’ them Shiekah, but they’re supposed to be law abidin’ folk so maybe he was somethin’ else… I dunno… oh! Name’s Matt, by the way.”
The talkative ginger extended his hand for a hand shake.
A fellow Shiekah Izzaz did indeed call… although perhaps not ones he wished to see.
A loud snap and a flash of light exploded between the two squabbling men, driving them both backwards and away from each other as two young spindly persons, a man and a woman, stood between them, each with a single index finger pressed lightly upon each man’s chest.
“Whooo is that I hear? Whistling the Shiekah’s sacred tune so carelessly?” the young man hissed jauntily, facing Kaiver with a laughing smile.
“Why! I do believe it’s our very old friend Izzaz… the deserter,” the young woman cooed back, facing Izzaz with a cold dead-eyed stare that seemed to starkly contrast her vivacious voice.
The Rova Twins.
Emesta Rova, the eldest, possessed the same long, lithe frame as her brother, with the smallest exception of a slightly more feminine curve and bust. Her stark white hair was long and tied with gold and black ribbon into two separate parts at the ends, falling just between her shoulder blades with thick bangs shading her bright red eyes and framing her very pale face.
Edwyn Rova, the youngest, looked much the same. His stark white hair was long and tied with gold ribbon into a single part at the end with a thick gold and black bandana shading his bright red eyes and white painted marking framing his pale face.
The two were rarely seen out of sync when it came to their movements and especially their outfits. Both wore long black leggings with shining black greaves and boots. Up top, each wore a black tunic with a mandarin neckline, tied with a gold rope just above the naval and with long bell sleeves, intricately embroidered with gold thread at the ends. A gold symbol of the Eye of Truth was engraved upon each of their greaves as well as the back of their black gloves.
19 year old Shiekah prodigies—and children of Marie Rova, a revered instructor of the Shiekah arts as well as a prudish zealot… or devoted saint, to whomever it may concern. In Izzaz’s case… she was a distant cousin. The old woman, pushing 50 now, much like Izzaz, was as strict as they come and had little patience for Shiekah who didn’t fall in line… a trait she passed on to her children, who seemed to derive much pleasure from mocking those who don’t do as they supposedly ought to.
“What brings you back to town, Uncle?” Emesta queried, lowering her hand.
“Yes, uncle,” Edwyn smiled over his shoulder, ignoring the Ranger and turning o face him, “Why are you fighting amongst the very Hylians we are meant to protect?”
"And cutting open their purses?" Emesta tutted, shaking her head.
"Oh, Uncle!" Edwyn grinned with a condescending chuckle.
She motioned toward the Chilfos with little regard as to whether or not the girl could see Cain… or whether or not Cain wanted to be seen. “You’re help may be even more valuable, actually,” she said, as if talking to herself, “Considering neither of them are even human…. Well, it doesn’t matter. Either way, as an inhabitant of Hyrule, I should think you’ll be rather keen on lending an ear when I say life as we know it is at risk of coming to a terrible end.”
She circled the girl, observing, or rather, judging her, looking quite obviously perplexed by her choice of clothing as a Gerudo. Now wasn’t the time to talk of such things, however. So she continued, “I’m searching for some other people that are kind of like you…. Well… not exactly like you. You may share some things in common with them, but other than that….
She stopped circling Vei and floated in front of her face, small dainty hands on small dainty hips, “Whatever. Are you in or not, kid? That’s all I need to know.”
Cutting someone’s bulging wallet full of rupees was hardly subtle. Indeed, several people attempted to snatch their share as the rupees scattered across the crowded festival street. A young man with bright orange-red hair and a large forest green poncho began yanking people away from the fallen stash in an effort to help.
“Get out of here! What’s wrong with y’all?! Ain’t you got any sense?! Get!”
The ranch hand easily launched several greedy juveniles several feet away until the rest of the opportunistic nicks got the picture and scattered. The damage had unfortunately been done and a whopping 8,454 rupees were now scattered amongst the crowd in various different pockets.
“I saw it all happen from over at ma’ booth,” the young man said, gesturing to a large, extravagant booth with the words ‘Lon Lon Ranch’ engraved upon the sign in large gold lettering,
“Sorry for yer loss,” he said, helping Jira pick up the remaining rupees, “I saw yer dancin’ gig-- pretty funny stuff! I’m impressed you were able to convince so many people to do it! Even ma’ lil’ sis was beggin’ me to take her out there.”
A small red-headed girl barely four feet high sat on a tall stool behind the booth, hiding half of her face in what at first glance seemed to be a stuffed animal, but was really a Cuccoo. She watched Jira timidly; further burying her face in the body of her Cuccoo the more he looked her way.
“Hope you didn’t lose too much. What a slimeball that guy was! I got a good look at’im though. Shady lookin’ cloaked feller with red eyes. He looked kinda like one o’ them Shiekah, but they’re supposed to be law abidin’ folk so maybe he was somethin’ else… I dunno… oh! Name’s Matt, by the way.”
The talkative ginger extended his hand for a hand shake.
A fellow Shiekah Izzaz did indeed call… although perhaps not ones he wished to see.
A loud snap and a flash of light exploded between the two squabbling men, driving them both backwards and away from each other as two young spindly persons, a man and a woman, stood between them, each with a single index finger pressed lightly upon each man’s chest.
“Whooo is that I hear? Whistling the Shiekah’s sacred tune so carelessly?” the young man hissed jauntily, facing Kaiver with a laughing smile.
“Why! I do believe it’s our very old friend Izzaz… the deserter,” the young woman cooed back, facing Izzaz with a cold dead-eyed stare that seemed to starkly contrast her vivacious voice.
The Rova Twins.
Emesta Rova, the eldest, possessed the same long, lithe frame as her brother, with the smallest exception of a slightly more feminine curve and bust. Her stark white hair was long and tied with gold and black ribbon into two separate parts at the ends, falling just between her shoulder blades with thick bangs shading her bright red eyes and framing her very pale face.
Edwyn Rova, the youngest, looked much the same. His stark white hair was long and tied with gold ribbon into a single part at the end with a thick gold and black bandana shading his bright red eyes and white painted marking framing his pale face.
The two were rarely seen out of sync when it came to their movements and especially their outfits. Both wore long black leggings with shining black greaves and boots. Up top, each wore a black tunic with a mandarin neckline, tied with a gold rope just above the naval and with long bell sleeves, intricately embroidered with gold thread at the ends. A gold symbol of the Eye of Truth was engraved upon each of their greaves as well as the back of their black gloves.
19 year old Shiekah prodigies—and children of Marie Rova, a revered instructor of the Shiekah arts as well as a prudish zealot… or devoted saint, to whomever it may concern. In Izzaz’s case… she was a distant cousin. The old woman, pushing 50 now, much like Izzaz, was as strict as they come and had little patience for Shiekah who didn’t fall in line… a trait she passed on to her children, who seemed to derive much pleasure from mocking those who don’t do as they supposedly ought to.
“What brings you back to town, Uncle?” Emesta queried, lowering her hand.
“Yes, uncle,” Edwyn smiled over his shoulder, ignoring the Ranger and turning o face him, “Why are you fighting amongst the very Hylians we are meant to protect?”
"And cutting open their purses?" Emesta tutted, shaking her head.
"Oh, Uncle!" Edwyn grinned with a condescending chuckle.
Oh joy... passive aggression. Note to self: next time don't give people courtesy warnings when they decide not to follow my rules (Rule #2: It's your responsibility to be logical and think before you post-- not mine.) Whatever. Let's move on. And Ops, don't beat the dead horse.
Everyone, I'll have a post up tomorrow.
Corpy Corp: That totes reminds me of Mila... although I imagine her to be a bit more articulate. I mean, considering she's roughly 10 times that little girl's age. Haha....
ReaptheMusic said
Well... uh... this... shouldn't have come as a surprise :< He said that since the beginning, ten rupees a minute. I feel a bit upset that you ask me to change it now when you hadn't had an issue with it before. By all means, have a thief swipe it away, whatever. If you have a problem with the prices I have for Jira then please tell me before I carefully calculate everything so that nothing would be unexplained. And that was your rule, that nothing should be unexplained or else this would happen. In this case, everything was explained, so excuse me if I feel that is a bit unfair. Again, whatever. Have a thief run off with it.
Him just saying that and all those people actually forking over that kind of money are two entirely different things....
You also never made any mention of him collecting money whilst teaching them to dance and also beatboxing. I didn't say you can't have him sell at those kinds of prices. I'm saying it's illogical to think that many people would fall for such a scam and also illogical to think he'd be able to teach his dance while collecting money every 60 seconds, assuming people didn't want to just jump in during the middle of his "lesson". I'm sorry that you had to do all that math for nothing, but it's not my fault if you didn't logically consider how people tend to handle money on a regular basis. If he was capable of making that kind of money in one hour, I don't think he'd still be a simple merchant like he is.
Having a thief swipe from him really wouldn't be all that farfetched either. Especially if they're watching a guy like Jira rake in that much cash whilst, if you REALLY want to get technical, lugging around all that stuff you put in his inventory. I already had the discussion about carrying stuff. While Jira may be able to carry all that, it's unlikely he'd be all that fast with it on his person (if even able to dance at all). If he's got a wagon or cart with him, you never made mention of it.
And I haven't even gotten into the fact that your character just skipped ahead an hour whilst it's only been like ten minutes for everyone else. After 30 minutes (at most!), everyone who witnessed the light would probably have moved on, so he would have lost his main lead, which was "Ohh! Spooky light means danger! Better dance!" I mean, unless these supremely overpriced dance sessions are something he does on the regular. (In which case I refer, again, to my statement about how he shouldn't even be having to peddle his own wares with that kind of money. Heck, he probably wouldn't even have to pick his own nose-- he'd be the richest man in Hyrule.)
10 rupees a minute?
Try 10 rupees an hour.
Or 10 rupees to join the dance circle. Heck, I highly doubt everyone even bothered to pay-- there were probably plenty of people that would just start dancing for a bit with everybody and then leave. It's not like he had a studio or a stand he was dancing at, so unless he was being really stingy and shooing away every dance move moocher, he'd have far less than that. Nobody in their right mind would pay that much money to dance for a minute and I'd prefer the inhabitants of Hyrule kingdom not be dubbed as complete idiots... and rich idiots no less.
Feel free to rework his math or else I can't promise a thief won't "bump" into him and then disappear with a very fat wallet...
Try 10 rupees an hour.
Or 10 rupees to join the dance circle. Heck, I highly doubt everyone even bothered to pay-- there were probably plenty of people that would just start dancing for a bit with everybody and then leave. It's not like he had a studio or a stand he was dancing at, so unless he was being really stingy and shooing away every dance move moocher, he'd have far less than that. Nobody in their right mind would pay that much money to dance for a minute and I'd prefer the inhabitants of Hyrule kingdom not be dubbed as complete idiots... and rich idiots no less.
Feel free to rework his math or else I can't promise a thief won't "bump" into him and then disappear with a very fat wallet...
In my honest opinion, I don't really think any of your posts have been tardy, Corp. Nor anyone's for that matter. This RP has been remarkably fast paced as far as posting goes. At this rate, we may be well over 100 by the end of the month....
Anyways... just a heads up for everyone: I won't be posting tomorrow because I'm going to be rollercoastering with some buds all day. So do try to behave yourselves.
Anyways... just a heads up for everyone: I won't be posting tomorrow because I'm going to be rollercoastering with some buds all day. So do try to behave yourselves.
Worries for Linda and her shaken demeanor more or less put to rest, Felicia warned them what to do in case the masked bobblehead salesman returned and waved them goodbye. Normally it was her way to remain at her stall during the entirety of the festival, but she had a feeling that when the whispering voice told her to go to the festival—it meant to actually go to the festival.
A distraught growl from her gut provided her further cause to join the wave of people perusing the revelries. Her nerves quite often prevented her from eating—as they had that very morning—and although she still had much to be nervous about, Felicia forced herself to temporarily swallow her anxieties in order to stay her mouth from watering at all the delicious smells wafting through the air. While she made her way down the street, a flash of gold armor caught her eye. Her breath caught in her throat and she nearly turned around to head back to her stall right there.
Sir Halbert blinked down at her in surprise, “Mrs. Wolfsfeld?”
“Sir Halbert…,” she nodded, forgoing the notion of attempting a smile. A dark memory better left forgotten began to boil towards the surface of her mind. She felt herself mentally recoil from it and she winced, looking away.
“It’s… good to see you out and about,” he smiled cautiously, “How have you been?”
“Well enough,” she answered quietly.
“That’s good,” he sighed, sounding somewhat relieved, “Well… anyways, I must get back to work. I’ll see you around I’m sure.”
Felicia barely managed a “goodbye” as Sir Halbert passed her to continue on his way. It had been a fair number of years since she last spoke to him… not much had changed, it seemed. It felt like it was only yesterday that he was over for dinner and everyone was laughing and having a good time… and that was the problem.
Shaking her head free of her retentions, Felicia attempted to continue her search for food, skirting around the odd salesman’s dance circle and making her way towards the stalls that sold cooked things rather than ingredients. Candy corn, sweet bread, funnel cakes, several things on sticks… Felicia stared broodingly at one particular stand vending candied apples.
Lethe pursed her lips at Cain’s mentioning of Sir Halbert. He and the Cold One were either extremely skilled or extremely overconfident. Either way, if they were indeed as capable as the Misplaced One seemed to allude, they could prove to be more of a help rather than a hindrance-- which would be a nice surprise and a relief considering Lethe was already quite troubled over how carelessly they’d stirred things up back in town.
She frowned slightly as she watched the exchange of her ring between Cain and Frore. Perhaps she’d made a fatal mistake in trusting these two with her second most prized possession. It was at this moment, whilst she awkwardly stared at the poor oaf of a Chilfos attempting to pick up the small indigo ring, that what appeared to be a young child came shooting out of Kakariko Graveyard’s hidden tunnel. Instictually, the once seemingly fearless fairy gulped down a mouthful of air and darted behind Frore for protection.
She peeked out shrewdly from behind Frore’s cloaked shoulder. A shiekah child? No… a gerudo child? She floated out a small ways from behind Frore, wary to stay close to him should the child become enthralled by the sight of a fairy and happen to be wielding an empty bottle... not an uncommon occurrence for her.
“Hello, little one,” Cain greeted, “Looks like you're not afraid of the unusual. Could you be someone we are looking for?”
Lethe furrowed her brow, staring fixedly at the girl as she hovered. She didn't seem like the hyperactive fairy snatching type, but she did seem familiar. “Wait a tick…,” Lethe muttered, floating nearer to the girl, but still keeping a cautious distance.
“Huh!’ she scoffed, “Actually, I think you may be right, M.O. Although, I must say, Sly One, this isn’t at all how I imagined I would find you… you weren’t really trying to sneak up on us, were you?”
A distraught growl from her gut provided her further cause to join the wave of people perusing the revelries. Her nerves quite often prevented her from eating—as they had that very morning—and although she still had much to be nervous about, Felicia forced herself to temporarily swallow her anxieties in order to stay her mouth from watering at all the delicious smells wafting through the air. While she made her way down the street, a flash of gold armor caught her eye. Her breath caught in her throat and she nearly turned around to head back to her stall right there.
Sir Halbert blinked down at her in surprise, “Mrs. Wolfsfeld?”
“Sir Halbert…,” she nodded, forgoing the notion of attempting a smile. A dark memory better left forgotten began to boil towards the surface of her mind. She felt herself mentally recoil from it and she winced, looking away.
“It’s… good to see you out and about,” he smiled cautiously, “How have you been?”
“Well enough,” she answered quietly.
“That’s good,” he sighed, sounding somewhat relieved, “Well… anyways, I must get back to work. I’ll see you around I’m sure.”
Felicia barely managed a “goodbye” as Sir Halbert passed her to continue on his way. It had been a fair number of years since she last spoke to him… not much had changed, it seemed. It felt like it was only yesterday that he was over for dinner and everyone was laughing and having a good time… and that was the problem.
Shaking her head free of her retentions, Felicia attempted to continue her search for food, skirting around the odd salesman’s dance circle and making her way towards the stalls that sold cooked things rather than ingredients. Candy corn, sweet bread, funnel cakes, several things on sticks… Felicia stared broodingly at one particular stand vending candied apples.
Lethe pursed her lips at Cain’s mentioning of Sir Halbert. He and the Cold One were either extremely skilled or extremely overconfident. Either way, if they were indeed as capable as the Misplaced One seemed to allude, they could prove to be more of a help rather than a hindrance-- which would be a nice surprise and a relief considering Lethe was already quite troubled over how carelessly they’d stirred things up back in town.
She frowned slightly as she watched the exchange of her ring between Cain and Frore. Perhaps she’d made a fatal mistake in trusting these two with her second most prized possession. It was at this moment, whilst she awkwardly stared at the poor oaf of a Chilfos attempting to pick up the small indigo ring, that what appeared to be a young child came shooting out of Kakariko Graveyard’s hidden tunnel. Instictually, the once seemingly fearless fairy gulped down a mouthful of air and darted behind Frore for protection.
She peeked out shrewdly from behind Frore’s cloaked shoulder. A shiekah child? No… a gerudo child? She floated out a small ways from behind Frore, wary to stay close to him should the child become enthralled by the sight of a fairy and happen to be wielding an empty bottle... not an uncommon occurrence for her.
“Hello, little one,” Cain greeted, “Looks like you're not afraid of the unusual. Could you be someone we are looking for?”
Lethe furrowed her brow, staring fixedly at the girl as she hovered. She didn't seem like the hyperactive fairy snatching type, but she did seem familiar. “Wait a tick…,” Lethe muttered, floating nearer to the girl, but still keeping a cautious distance.
“Huh!’ she scoffed, “Actually, I think you may be right, M.O. Although, I must say, Sly One, this isn’t at all how I imagined I would find you… you weren’t really trying to sneak up on us, were you?”
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