I imagine Kage, along with 2 shadows, are the ones holding up the '10' signs.
Crimson Raven
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'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.
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Existence continues.
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So much I want to do, so little time...
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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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
NOTICE
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 Astra
Ferrin wound his way across the guild hall toward the woman indicated by Jamie to be Sasha. To be honest with himself, he wasn’t sure what he was going to say. Explaining the situation and his silly proposal was difficult, and would require more explanation then he was willing to give. At best, he was simply going to talk directly to the instigator of this expedition and offer his support. He wasn’t quite ready to advertise his past yet.
He idly noticed that the bad luck curse was still weakly active. He felt it manifest as he step-sided an accidentally spilled drink, then stepped over someone’s leg that shot out suddenly. Despite the heavy magical “noise” in the guildhall, Ferrin kept his senses open for the curse. So he acutely felt the sudden wave of magical energy sweep across the room. It felt odd, but he wouldn’t have paid it much it much mind, as it could have just been someone practicing a spell, if immediately after he hadn’t gotten the immediate certainty that he was bing watched. Acting casual, he rolled his shoulders and yawned nonchalantly then he slowly and seeminly disinterestedly glanced around, an expression of boredom on his face.
His ruse was foiled by the fact that his yellow eyes happened to lock onto a pair of red ones.
Time seemed to stop and crystalize. Ferrin wasn’t sure how long the moment lasted, maybe a day, maybe a year. He found himself entranced by the gaze, unable to look away.
Then someone walked between them and the moment was gone as quickly as it had came.
What was that about?
Ferrin kept walking, but the memory of those eyes stuck with him. Fugitively, he glanced back, making note of the red-eye girl’s appearance and the two men that were with her.
Trying to dismiss the odd moment from his mind, Ferrin strode up to the small knot of people gathered around Sasha.
”I would like to know that as well.” He interrupted loudly and cheerfully. Smiling, he florished and gave a small bow to the group. ”Ferrin Astra, Aether wizard and the leading man, at your service.” He turned to adress Sasha specifically. ”So you are Sasha. I see a beautiful face to go with a such beautiful name.” He complemented her light heartedly.
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Colt and Claire
Blink. Blink.
...she reminds me of a squirrel. Claire told her brother privately. He couldn’t really disagree.
”So what you are saying is that it was a Take Over spell gone wrong that joined you with this other person...” Colt asked, half musing to himself.
”How we ended up this way...well. To be honest neither of us are sure. It was done smoothly and carefully. We fell asleep one ordinary night in the middle of the woods, then next thing we knew, we abruptly woke in a bare room, locked up and like this.” He gestured at themselves. ”This room was in a strange facility, full of machines and guarded by strange moving armors. Through some very fortunate circumstances— —And thanks to me! —And mostly thanks to Sis, we managed to escape.” ”We later found out that we had been kidnapped by someone, and that someone had sent a powerful wizard, a necromancer, after us to recapture us, and they nearly succeeded. But we were saved by a man named Ferrin.” Colt paused in thought. ”Unfortunately, that is all we know. We came here and joined the Guild to get answers. I wish we could help you more, but take over magic is not our specialty. Perhaps you could find some wizard in the guild who knows more.” Colt finished apologetically.
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Hey, my discord won't open. I saw someone mention me, but I couldn't open it.
That sucks.
If its an app, try to delete it and redownload it.
cutting edge that never dulls and mounted on a wooden shaft that never breaks
This is a futuristic world, not a magic one
Weapons can and should get dull/break or otherwise be prone to malfunction.
Quality craftsmanship and futuristic materials can to an extent circumvent this, but not outright indestructiblility
Just checking, does she have a particular reason to use a simple (ie nonmechanical) weapon? Because shify weapons is one of the main gimmicks if the RWBYverse.
I love your level of detail and organization.
Its rare, and it makes me have high hopes for his RP
Its rare, and it makes me have high hopes for his RP
@Crimson Raven I have a quick question. Is your character's first name Magus, or is that a title and her first name is Lilith? I may have missed the answer somewhere, but I'm just going to ask you rather than go hunting for it.
I am so glad you asked. :D
Answer: It is both.
Now this is all unknown to her, as she has no knowledge of her family. The Astra family was once known for producing powerful wizards. The most talented and powerful child in each generation inherits the name Magus, which it at once both a name and a title. You see, one of the Astra family’s ancient teachings is that Names have power. As such, their children are carefully given meaningful names. The one given the Name ‘Magus’ is not only the strongest, but also the one who is successor for the head of the family. The Magus’ second name is their personal name, like Lilith.
Fun fact, Lilith means “of the night” in Hebrew, while Magus means wizard in Latin and Astra means sky or star.
So her name in English would be: Wizard of the Night Sky, keeping with her theme of darkness. Also, there is a good reason that she has a name in two languages.
However, she generally introduces herself to strangers using the alias ‘Kage’. Only those close to her would know her given names.
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Guess you can say she's gonna give em' a helping hand.
Without a shadow of doubt
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