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My name is Candice, but go ahead and call me Candy, all my friends do. I enjoy RPing, obviously, otherwise I probably wouldn't be here. Up till now I've more or less just stuck with RPing between friends, but kinda thought because I like it so much I might as well join a forum dedicated to it. I have a broad range of RP interests: Middle Ages, Ancient history, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance.

If you're interested in RPing with me, go ahead and send me a PM. :)

Friendly chats and hello's are also welcome. I don't bite. Normally.

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If you expect people to respond to everything you do, even when you don't do anything that needs a response, maybe you are a bit self-centered.

You are using the fact that I didn't respond to a post which ended that scene to not post. It's no wonder that this RP died if the players won't post and others like their post for snarky comments blaming others for them not posting.

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Haha, I wasn't expecting anything. Looks like you missed the point as to why I replied to you here on the OOC. No one else was responding to you so I figured I better say something. Point is you don’t need to respond to another player to make a post. You should know your character well enough to act without having your hand held. If you don’t see a way to respond to me then that’s your deal, not mine. I’ll happily move along now without your response, because I am able to create a post without needing a reply from another player that meets my special standards. RPing is also about improvising when you don’t get the response you would prefer to have gotten.

So go to the mess hall and drink your tea, or don’t, whatever. It was your idea to begin with and I responded to your content when I didn't need to out of courtesy for another player, but I guess that was self-centered of me. Again, I didn’t expect anything. You’re the one complaining and expecting people to do your thinking for you, not me.
@Candywhat was I supposed to reply to?

That actually doesn't sound like my problem or anyone else's. This is a role play and people post true to the character they are playing. It's not something you're meant to be stressing about. If you're having a problem getting a little creative about this then no one else should be expected to it for you. It's not my character so I'm not gonna tell ya how to play him.

If your character doesn't have a natural response to walking to the mess hall, then maybe standing there and looking into space is more fitting for him lol


Welllllll... I'm still waiting on a reply from ya. If you're wondering about me not being online for a while, that's just because I only log in when I'm planning to post. Since you haven't replied yet, I've had no need to login until now :D

@TheUnknowable aaaaand a reflection on the suspicious janitor@Hokum


Though she was listening to Kyle, Delu's mind was multitasking, thinking back on the janitor she'd seen on her way to the bridge, and something about that dirty cleaner suddenly caught her as strange. She couldn't quite pinpoint what the issue was, but it probably had everything to do with his lack of bathing skills and courtesy towards those in high command on board the Aurora. Now, Delu wasn't one to milk attention from subordinates, she just wasn't a self-righteous type at all, but it was only courteous for personnel and lower ranking officers to pay there respects to higher ranking officers when given the opportunity for a first meeting. But the Janitor didn't seem to give two hoots about anything like that. Not to mention of course, that judging by his smell, he hadn't bathed in a day or two. Who in the hell arrives on their first day at a new job smelling like a hobo, then commences to ignore those in charge? Especially on a ship of Royal standards like the Aurora. Something just didn't add up about that Janitor guy and Delu made a mental note to keep her eyes on him. He really was suspicious.

She finished with her thoughtful scrutiny about the Janitor right about the time Lieutenant Kyle invited her for a cup tea. She raised one brow for a moment, quietly assessing her options before simply nodding with a reply;

"As you wish, Lieutenant, but I am not one for caffeine induced supplements. Neither do I endorse the use of recreational drugs, no matter how subtle their effects on the system may appear to be. I believe a light soup will suffice for me."

Saying all that wasn't necessary, but Delu wasn't practiced in the art of social interaction and therefore thought it might just be a good idea to embellish on her response with something more than just... 'yes'.

Lieutenant Le'zard and Delu would probably make their way to the mess hall now.



Delu wasn’t there for the meeting with the Captain, the Princess, the Queen and Devin before they boarded the Aurora, she was already on the ship in her personal quarters and standing at the foot of her bed, facing the bed, her eyes staring into the small black orbs of her only friend.

“I have to go now.” She tells him in a formal tone. “I have my duties to perform. I must meet with Lieutenant Lizard on the Bridge to ensure all systems are ready for the Captains arrival.” Delu pauses for a briefing with her own thoughts, maybe even a hint of emotion for the anticipation of knowing she would soon be leaving her little friend on his own for several hours.

“I need you to stay right here. Don’t be afraid.” She continues to tell him in a more reassuring tone. “I’ll return after my shift ends and we can spend the evening together. Be good while I’m gone. There’s some refreshment in the fridge if you feel hungry or thirsty. Don’t get into any mischief and make sure you keep the place tidy.”

Her only friend, the plushy frog named Frog, is perched on top of her pillow silently staring back at Delu with his black, soulless eyes.

“Bye bye, Froggy.” She concludes with a finalizing nod of her head, then turns and leaves the room.


“Lieutenant Lizard!”

Delu speaks in a formal tone as she enters the Bridge behind Kyle’s line of sight, but she then soon realizes what she had said and corrects herself quickly while suppressing a grin.

“Lieutenant Kyle!”

Her nostrils flared, examining the aromas the lieutenant is emitting. Her ears twitch while listening to the many small electrical sounds of the bridge. She is quickly aware of everything and everyone in the room as her vision takes specific focus on the console Kyle is attending to. From her position, even though she is standing on the other side of the room, she can read the information being displayed on the screen. She’s aware of the bandwidth issue at hand, but for the sake of formality and keeping her perceptual abilities hidden for the time being, she asks in a tone befitting her rank as first officer:

“Is there a problem with communications? It would be in all our best interests to have all systems running at peak efficiency when the captain gets here. He will be arriving momentarily.”

While Delu is talking, she walks to the navigational and helm systems, perusing the many data readouts. They all looked to be functional in current standby mode. But Delu’s olfactory senses also detect the increase of neuropeptide proteins in Kyle’s blood, indicating that he was craving sustenance of some type, and so her natural instinct to play caregiver automatically kicked in with another comment.

She says: “If we get done soon enough we might even find a few minutes for refreshments before we launch.” She turns to Kyle to finalize her suggestion, which actually comes out sounding more like an order. “In fact, Lieutenant, go! I can finish up this communications issue for you. If I get done in time I could join you in the mess hall afterwards. After all, it might help for us to become better acquainted before the journey commences.”

Well, Delu didn’t quite mean what she said. She actually had no intention of joining Kyle in the mess hall at all, but she said what she said just to ensure he would leave. The ship was due to launch soon enough. After that, there would be little time for sustenance for a quite a while, and she knew that people always function at their best when their bodies aren’t distracted with cravings for food or drink.



Yep! I gave her some careful thought that's for sure. Thankies for the approval!!


haha okay. Yeah, I guess neither characters came into the world in any standard way, and they do have a few abilities in common. But I think apart from that you might just find that Delu and Kyle are in different ballparks XD

Speaking on that matter, I'm pretty sure Kyle and Delu are about to meet for the very first time! Gonna go post!

Well Mr. Quote! You now have your first mate... I hope!

In Defiance 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

"Oh my, little chill." Fauve giggled and stretched out the waist of her trousers to let the cold breeze circulate down there.

Once Jack did his little caveman-discovers-fire routine, she gives him a slap on the butt to send him on his way. "After you then I'm guessing. Unless you're look'n to get a better view of my ass?"

She gives Corcy a little wink and takes a few steps for the entrance. "Well, boys and girls - as the old expression goes; Those who hesitate are lost." As she then passes through the threshold, she glances back at Jack, and asks; "How does it look from back there?" She gives her butt cheek a good, teasing slap.


In Defiance 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Fauve first had an Incline to steal herself one of them shiny gems, but the circumstances didn’t rightly boast a convincing measure of safety. Being honest with herself, stealing one would have been one of her dumbest moves in life. It wasn’t so much that Corc or Gabe or the others might be witnesses, she couldn’t have cared less if they saw her do it, although the unknown magic they were wielding was a definite put off. Beautiful shining gems exposed for any passer-by to the catacombs to see…. What’s wrong with this picture? Or should the question be; What’s not wrong with this picture?

Fair enough, there was very little right about any of the events taking place in Akripola lately, but gems set up in this fashion literally spelled the words SECURITY SYSTEM. Someone out there, and most likely that creepy presence watching them, didn’t want folks entering them there Catacombs, and hell only knows what these gems were capable of if anyone went ahead and tried to breach the threshold.

“Corc – Stop!” Fauve had her hand reaching out, grabbing the orc by his trouser pants as she spouted off these words, but she was just that split second too late to stop him - The mighty, sexy orc slammed his giant proverbial penis against the stone door.

As the sound of his weapon clashing with the door blasted out through the forest, Fauve gasped and prepared to dive for cover.


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