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1 mo ago
Current Passive aggressive? Who, me? No one messaged [i]me[/i], I just thought that might be a worthwhile message.
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1 mo ago
Public Service Announcement: Roleplay is a hobby about writing, but further about writing together. This means that communication is critical. Be sure to express yourself politely to new acquaintances
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1 mo ago
Public Service Announcement: When you DM someone for an RP, show interest beyond just a hello and an offer. Offer what interested you, and perhaps something to work with beyond just stating interest.
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3 mos ago
I should use the Elite: Dangerous autopilot to do more reading.
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4 mos ago
Public Service Announcement: Please remember that this is a "give and take" hobby. We are here to write, read, and be read. All three parts are important. If you want to be read, then you should read.
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.

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@caits Trinity isn't listed, should be in Phoenix Wing. Ryan Kregor, Vanilla Lane, and, uh... Uuuuh... That last guy's name... I'll have to look at it later, I'm on my break at work... Are all in nightshade.
Well, somehow she expected this. Things always were busy around these people, weren't they? Her fingers continued their gentle dancing across the strings of her harp. She'd been away for a bit, and she just wanted to catch up with someone, but it didn't seem like that would be happening.

A flaring temper caught get ear, and she couldn't help herself, "you know, threats of violence aren't really the best way to resolve personal conflicts. Tends to escalate things, really." Aah, but wasn't Lazarus always so protective?
After a while, Trinity stopped playing. Somewhat disappointed, but she hadn't really expected anything in the first place. Oh well. She changed her tune to something a little more subdued and wandered her way back inside. She'd taken a small break, perhaps she could continue her meditation? She leaned herself up behind a support post, strumming her harp.

Her venture outside reminded her of a treasure chest sure found in the mountains of Seven. She'd opened it only to find a note.

It had been quite the adventure, too. She'd stopped in on a castle built into the side of the mountain. Turned out it was abandoned, but well trapped. One trap evaded left her stranded on the far side, so she bumbled her way through more traps, and eventually found a prize. There was a treasure chest!

The note read, " Sorry, nothing. " At least she'd found a way out, as well.

She found herself singing a song about it. She'd make a proper bard, yet...
The minstrel had wandered her way out the front door. It seemed like it was quite busy in the hall, so she might come back in a few moments. Taking a seat on their front porch, she leaned back against the building and... heard singing? It stopped before long, which she thought was unfortunate. Good music was so hard to come by. With a quick production of a harp, the young lady began to play, wondering if the nearby vocalist would hear her? She tried to mimic what she'd heard, to encourage whoever'd been singing.

@Caits @YipeeXD
After a hardy breakfast, Trinity had gotten herself out to the yard for a little meditation. She'd been having trouble reproducing... many of the things she'd done during the Magic Games. She was missing... something. A lack of practice, perhaps, had made her rusty. Seemed as likely as anything else.

As she sat in the sun, she recalled her basics. Energy Make was made of energy zones, balanced against each other. Without balance, the Make would fall apart. Each zone had a direction and an amount of force, so in a sense, each Make was multiple small Makes in one. The sword, for example, was four zones. The cutting edges, and the flats, each group opposed to itself. She would have to practice making a three-zone balance somehow.

However, if done properly, unbalance could be maintained. In this way, she could move the Makes in their own, without having to grasp them. She had to anticipate the movements. This was because... ah... Umm...

"Ah, I don't remember." She flopped onto her back, putting a hand on her gut "Hmm... Back inside." The pit in her stomach demanded attention, and she just wasn't able to ignore it.

"Mn, getting up is hard when you're hungry..." She took a breath, sat back up, and let it out slowly, before rolling herself onto one knee and pushing up off of the other with a grunt, to her feet.

Once she dragged her feet all the way inside, she grabbed a skillet after rifling through the cupboards and went about making herself something to eat.

Food and cleanup later, she stepped out into the hall with more food in her hand, and quickly spotted the group at the door. A leisurely stride brought her to the gathering as she wondered what was going on.
Aight. I think I can handle that.

When I type in breakfast, my phone suggests breakfaaaaaaast?

With the grace of ham hands, she returns.
Anything I should know as I try to wriggle my way back into things?
Hey guys. I'm back. Again. I've figured out why I've been so any about coming back. I'm not a great writer. Sure, I can put words together in a sentence pretty well, but that doesn't make me good at narrative. I can't write a good plot for shit, mostly because of poor pacing and ego. So I've been nervous to come back because I don't want to step on any toes with my bullheaded writing.

However, giving in to such fear would mean I never get any better. So, I hope you haven't forgotten about me, cause here I am!
Trinity Stratos


With no noticed response to her poll for French toast or bacon or breakfast, Trinity retreated back into the kitchen. "Oh, pardon." She almost bumped into the kids heading upstairs, but did a little pivot and through the door she went.

Well, even if they didn't say anything, she figures someone will be hungry. A few more eggs and a bit more milk, and more cinnamon, and the mix was ready for more. The sizzle of bacon was the first sound from the kitchen. Soon after, slices of breakfast bread were placed alongside, to cook together.

The musician sings while she cooks.
Hmm. Guess I should post. Those kids need food, right? Besides candy? Sure.
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