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I fly!

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@Darcs

Ah. Will she still look sinister and hollowy?

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Alright so I read the new IC post and was just wondering what happened to Evelina. Like I understand Alex left the battleground behind and went home, and Vladimira fled, but is Evelina dead or just unconcious or did she leave or what? I ask because if me and Hatter do another collab chances are the battleground might be worth inspection.

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And everyone here only really saw your side of the argument explained. My previous post was less my opinion than it was stating perspective. People (MadHatter especially) seemed resentful towards their leaving and I wanted to make it clear they had a good enough reason in their eyes.

The issue here was conflicting creative difference; neither of you were in the wrong but your rights conflicted. That's what I want to be sure everyone knows if it makes sense.

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I'm on my phone right now and can't afford to drain the battery much more today but hopefully in a few hours I'll be at a computer. See you guys later :)

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@Aeonumbra

In the spirit of transparency I will say what I know.

I spoke with Kapu and while you seem to disregard it, his (and Mono's) biggest issue was you working with their characters. This world is yours, I won't argue that- but when you put shackles on the character someone else created it's something I see as a respectable qualm. It's why I don't blame them for leaving honestly. People can govern themselves just fine if you trust them like you claim to have trusted them, and their characters will explore their capabilities with the same resourcefulness as their creators. I won't go into examples because it's not my argument but you placing previously undecided restrictions on a character isn't a proper way to GM.

My point here is Aeo, you were not in the wrong because it is your RP. Just because you're not in the wrong doesn't make it right though and some people may choose not to tolerate your rules. That's what I feel everyone should know; Kapu and Mono left out of frustration from things being taken, and not because things weren't given to them. So long as we're clear on that.

EDIT: I have yet to read the new IC post and need to log off for now. Might get around to it tomorrow. Just thought I'd mention that.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Aight

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

@Lugia

I think you

Betwixt the Eternal Light

I'm just going to note the memory from the post isn't a new one, only his last memory from the app but in a little more detail. Just wanted to clarify that is all :P

Betwixt the Eternal Light

Pick's head was swimming, and he held tight to his shovel to keep from falling over as his mind tried to filter through the old man's answers. He felt sick, horribly so, and the pain in his ribs had flared up incredibly. With an alarmed gasp Pick lost his grip and fell to his knees, one had clutching his chest to try and help with the stabbing ache beside his heart.

"You were nothing when you came with us. Nobody'll know yer gone. Why share?"

The words echo'd harshly in the back of Pick's mind, like the claws of some creature which delighted in slowly ripping apart his skull. The old man's words were only distant now, but one thing was able to work it's way through the echo of faded memories; "You managed to die."

With those words Pick's vision shifted to flow with the imperfect memory that had only now begun to plague him. He was in another cave, alone, and down on the ground. The ache in his ribs had dulled, and he could only watch through his own eyes as the image of blood pooling beneath him caught the edge of his blurred vision. He could feel it coming from his mouth, leaking slowly onto the cold, almost frost bitten stone- and in the distance the shrill echo of someone whistling grew quieter and quieter. It was a joyful tune, one he recognized but was unable to properly remember, and as the sound was lost so was all warmth Pick could feel.

His vision returned to him, and Pick found he was still on his knees and coughing blood. It was a small amount, but the little flecks of red now spattered onto the grey sand told him all he needed to know. Whoever the old man was, he was right: Pick had died, or rather had been killed. Only able to wish he could ignore the aching in his ribs now, Pick straightened his back and looked behind him as for the first time he recognized the source of his pain. The rusted metal tool was dug in nearly all the way to the handle, angled downward to pierce what he could feel was his lung. There was no blood that he could see, but Pick grimaced at the thought of how much there must have been when it happened.

"Come, I'll do what I can to explain," Pick then heard the old man call out, he having turned away and begun to walk again. Watching as he began shuffling away, Pick's mind began to return to the here and now while his subconscious tried to sort out all that it could. "I died," Pick managed to mutter as he began to stand, using his shovel to steady himself. Whether what he'd just said was more an admittance or statement remained unclear to even Pick himself, though to him it couldn't mater a whole lot either way. So, for the time being shocked into thoughtful silence, Pick pulled his shovel from the earth and began walking after the old man, not wanting to ask any more questions for now. Regardless of what happened next all Pick could hope for was to avoid being alone in this confusion, lest it destroy him when more questions returned to plague him.

I want to start something but I'm not sure how

Well you need to flesh things out a bit more then that. Brainstorm and try to make a world, and figure out how characters could be incorporated. That's all I can really say since your post is pretty vague