Edo-Karn: The Bi man. Hah, referring to him to that from now on.
Ferrin: "Sorry, love. I do not swing that way."
Crimson Raven
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STATUS: 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 6 yrs ago
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'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
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Thank you for Noticing This Notice.
Your Noting it has been Noted.
And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.
Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.
In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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Ferrin: "Sorry, love. I do not swing that way."
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Edo-Karn: Think you'd be bi since I'm currently in a mans body but I'm a girl.
No no
"The straight man is a stock character in a comedy performance, especially a double act, sketch comedy, or farce. When their comedy partner behaves eccentrically, the straight man's response ranges from aplomb to outrage, or from patience to frustration.
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Edo-Karn: Guess it had a turn-off from the possibility of being put into someone's mouth.
You. Stop. XD
Ferrin: *raises eyebrow* "That was so incredibly stupid, that I do not have a comeback."
Edit: I imagine Ferrin to be the straight man with Edo-Karn XD
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Hard caramel or soft caramel?
Hard then soft :P
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screams
My tooth huuuuuuurrrrrrttttttssssssss
Stupid dentist
*offers caramel*
^.^
Blargh
Pain
So much pain
*Poke*
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Stooges? Really? *zaps Ferrin with Nerf Gun* No more magic sense for you! *manically laughs*
You are Curly
Caits is Moe
Expolar is Larry
It all makes sence now
Hi @CirusArvennicus, how're you?
*Puts cake in front of*
I'm doin' alright. *takes slice of cake* Been workin' and whatnot. How about yourself, @Burthstone?
*Walks in*
Hello! How are yo--ack!
*trips and falls face-first into cake*
Mmmm....vanilla icing
@Crimson Raven I think we have abit of a disconnect here, cause Inever intended for Sera to be unbeatable when being possessed. Set taking over doesn't immediately leap him ahead to the full amount of power he can handle, which is 10% of the god's true power. Whenever he does reach 100% of the power he can channel, he's pretty strong, it's not unbeatable and can't be held that long(5 minutes max).
I get what you are saying. As long as you don't play it too strong, I'm satisfied. Ultimately its up to our three stooges GMs to approve.
@Expolar@CaitsOkay, firstly, thanks for catching that mistake Expolar, I really need to proofread my stuff more. Secondly, to respond to Expolar's second question, my idea for this character at the start was that he'd be attempting to start his own guild in the long run(which he still might try later on) in order to better protect the Elysium Crown. Now, I'm thinking more towards him running from his brother and possibly have a bit of an arc focusing in on that, since it could involve a lot of people. What I hope for him to so in this is learn
Not to rely on Set, hence why I have him Divine Words, so as to give him another way to defend himself, though on second thought, it can be a bit too strong, even when used outside of his Set form, so I might switch out for something else.
Also, in response to Crimson's earlier comment about lack of unified theme amongst the abilities, I can see where he got that impression. However, Set is an aspect of Serapis that can be considered interchangeable if Sera ever gets a new god that's less dangerous to people around him. The theme for Sera was that of the Egyptian concept of a Pharoh, a god in human form who commanded the world with undeniable authority. While the Scepter gives access to this domination of magic, it's only a conduit for a skill that technically all of the old blood have, but none can really use anymore. As such, it's practically sealed with the staff.
As for power levels, I thought I balanced the Divine Words better than I really did, should probably make the cost of the more manipulative stuff cost a bit more to cast. Set's abilities, while strong, have two drawbacks. First, it takes time to build up to a particularly threatening level of power, as the energy flows into him at a steady rate. Second, Set isn't someone that Serapis wants to release on the world, and in all but the most dire of circumstances, he'll likely cut the power flow off at the 50-60% mark, as that's when Set possessing him complete is more likely to begin, his mind slowly becoming overcome by the god's stength of presence. This puts a self-imposed limitation on how powerful he can actually get, which is A-Rank with the words, and Mid-upper B without.
As for somthing else to defend himself with, being good with a weapon, or weapons, is both reasonable, and a good solution.
Bah, Kane Chronicles knockoff *cough*
I, personaly, am sceptical of "self-imposed limitations" because we know that that's just for a time when he needs it to make a comeback. Its...kinda like transforming into the Hulk for plot. However, if this is very similar to the Kane Chronicals, then the same rules still apply, imperfect host makes it harder for the god to channal his power. Serapis doesn't seem to be a good host for Set, so my thought is that even if Set is released, he could be defeated by a powerful mage, or group of mages. How does that sound?
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