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Grey Star said
I'm afraid I don't get your references, Dead Cruiser. Mind telling me where they come from media-wise? ^^.
The only actual media reference was to Akira, a manga and film.
Regardless, I've decided on a young psychic with a considerable amount of raw power, but limitless potential for growth and refinement.
Hmm, I've worked out a few options. Would you rather have the "Galaxy Prince," or an Akira-lite Psion?
Hey GS!!
Oh man this looks cool. I'm so glad you mentioned Exalted, basically nobody plays with that and it's such a fun concept.
I'm going to have to really wrack my brains and come up with a good character for this.
Oh man this looks cool. I'm so glad you mentioned Exalted, basically nobody plays with that and it's such a fun concept.
I'm going to have to really wrack my brains and come up with a good character for this.
Finally finished all my damn supporting characters. For your review, Iryhor.
Kavinsky
Continuing to stand befuddled amongst the diverse crowd, Kavisnky was forming the increasingly convincing opinion that he was going insane. There seemed to be philosophical argument between a weird, monochromatic goth, a cute, little, stacked blonde in a suit of armor, and a guy who even though he looked like he owned stock in a tanning salon, Kavinsky couldn't bring himself to hate on his color coordination. Did he fall asleep with the TV on or something? Good lord. The variety of floating little girls hanging around didn't make him feel any more comfortable, either.
A bit unnerved by the girl with the croaking hat, Kavinsky grimaced and tried to shuffle out of the center of the crowd. Except this room was filled with more weirdness; swords and other ren-fair crap that looked like they were made out of spraypainted pleather. Talk about tacky. Kavinsky had the sudden desire to wake up from whatever budget nightmare he was having and get on with whatever he had been up to prior to (presumably) getting drunk enough to kill him a second time.
Looking back toward the crowd, half bashful and half nervous, he held out his hands helplessly and said, "Ah, now, if any of you fine folks'd just show me the way out of this madhouse, I'll be on my way. Pretty eager to get back to where things make even kinda sense."
Continuing to stand befuddled amongst the diverse crowd, Kavisnky was forming the increasingly convincing opinion that he was going insane. There seemed to be philosophical argument between a weird, monochromatic goth, a cute, little, stacked blonde in a suit of armor, and a guy who even though he looked like he owned stock in a tanning salon, Kavinsky couldn't bring himself to hate on his color coordination. Did he fall asleep with the TV on or something? Good lord. The variety of floating little girls hanging around didn't make him feel any more comfortable, either.
A bit unnerved by the girl with the croaking hat, Kavinsky grimaced and tried to shuffle out of the center of the crowd. Except this room was filled with more weirdness; swords and other ren-fair crap that looked like they were made out of spraypainted pleather. Talk about tacky. Kavinsky had the sudden desire to wake up from whatever budget nightmare he was having and get on with whatever he had been up to prior to (presumably) getting drunk enough to kill him a second time.
Looking back toward the crowd, half bashful and half nervous, he held out his hands helplessly and said, "Ah, now, if any of you fine folks'd just show me the way out of this madhouse, I'll be on my way. Pretty eager to get back to where things make even kinda sense."
VitaVitaAR said
Saber is kind of not happy that Sorin decided no-one else has suffered. He must have missed Archer's story somehow.
Being hated by your entire race and effectively banished from your home world is pretty rough on a guy. To follow that up with being exposed to atrocities that should not be able to exist that eat entire planes of existence, and then be forced to watch helplessly as they slowly devour the Multiverse is also sort of rough. Knowing that you will live long enough to see it happen, and will eventually see your home devoured, and before long be forced to either accept death by them or burn away to nothing in the space between universes is, again, not comforting.
The others offered their rebuttals to Sorin, but the ancient vampire merely sighed and shook his head, brushing his white hair out of his face. He couldn't get too frustrated at them, he had to remind himself. They were practically children, after all. Not enough worldly experience to understand anything beyond their own, narrow view, and no perspective outside of their tiny, isolated worlds. Perhaps he had been similar, long ago. Now, though, he knew too much. A black thought, a solemn reminder of his mission, resurfaced in Sorin's mind. His expression darkened as he remembered his true goal in having been brought among these people.
Sorin stepped forward, toward the door of the armory, his amber eyes, alive with passion, sweeping over the small crowd assembled. "Speak all you like of ideals, and how very much they mean to you. I have no doubt you mean what you say, but reality is rarely kind enough to allow such pure intentions." He looked at Saber, though with a strange look in his eyes, as though he was speaking to someone he knew well. "Of course, slay the monster, and whatever follows it. But what of the monster that comes next? And the one after? Will you have the strength to stop increasingly greater evils? Will you have any strength left at all? When your back is against the wall, and you have no choice but to run, what will you do?" Looking to the man in the suit, he added on, "When the ship is sinking, and and there is no rescue."
He then turned to face Vash, his eyes cold and hard. "Will your ideals save you then? Perhaps they will be broken on the shield of truth. Perhaps you will break them, yourself." Once again, he turned back to Saber. "Will you still do what is 'right,' young 'king?' Even if your people scorn you for saving them? Cast you out merely for seeing what they cannot?" Sorin took a step back, eyes cast to the floor, with his hair hanging over his face forlornly. "These trials shall come to you in time, rest assured. When the day dawns that you must face the truth..." His voice dropped into something between an angered growl and a disquieted whisper, "Hope to have allies as I have had."
With that, he turned on his heel and left the armory, exiting back out into the schizophrenic city. The sun was out, and Sorin growled in irritation. He had quite enough light for one day. He hiked up the hood of his armor, letting the more agreeable shadow shield his eyes from the oppressive sun. This had been a trying day, and even the magical revitalization he was granted after the trial hadn't helped his current emotional tiredness. That, and such a great expenditure of energy had woken the hunger in him. He needed to find a dark, isolated corner to hide in, and a strong, healthy neck to bite down on.
Sorin stepped forward, toward the door of the armory, his amber eyes, alive with passion, sweeping over the small crowd assembled. "Speak all you like of ideals, and how very much they mean to you. I have no doubt you mean what you say, but reality is rarely kind enough to allow such pure intentions." He looked at Saber, though with a strange look in his eyes, as though he was speaking to someone he knew well. "Of course, slay the monster, and whatever follows it. But what of the monster that comes next? And the one after? Will you have the strength to stop increasingly greater evils? Will you have any strength left at all? When your back is against the wall, and you have no choice but to run, what will you do?" Looking to the man in the suit, he added on, "When the ship is sinking, and and there is no rescue."
He then turned to face Vash, his eyes cold and hard. "Will your ideals save you then? Perhaps they will be broken on the shield of truth. Perhaps you will break them, yourself." Once again, he turned back to Saber. "Will you still do what is 'right,' young 'king?' Even if your people scorn you for saving them? Cast you out merely for seeing what they cannot?" Sorin took a step back, eyes cast to the floor, with his hair hanging over his face forlornly. "These trials shall come to you in time, rest assured. When the day dawns that you must face the truth..." His voice dropped into something between an angered growl and a disquieted whisper, "Hope to have allies as I have had."
With that, he turned on his heel and left the armory, exiting back out into the schizophrenic city. The sun was out, and Sorin growled in irritation. He had quite enough light for one day. He hiked up the hood of his armor, letting the more agreeable shadow shield his eyes from the oppressive sun. This had been a trying day, and even the magical revitalization he was granted after the trial hadn't helped his current emotional tiredness. That, and such a great expenditure of energy had woken the hunger in him. He needed to find a dark, isolated corner to hide in, and a strong, healthy neck to bite down on.
Deep beneath the Sea of Secrets, Kun went about her vast and numerous machinations. A being of massive proportions, it was only natural that she should have a mind equally massive, which was then positioned itself to oversee the Sea Queen's many interests and responsibilities. She regulated the tide according to the lunar schedule, kept the oceanic currents flowing evenly, carefully guided the steady pace of the tectonic forces along the ocean floor and ensured that the salinity of the sea stayed consistent. All the while, she watched over half of the world, her lunar eye seeing all and learning much. A small band of merfolk were raiding a human fishing village. A polar kraken and a great, white whale were battling for dominance in the frozen seas of the South Pole. A particular school of plankton were an interesting shade of green tonight.
Compared to her important work, the struggles of the other gods were rather pointless to her. Let them squabble and fight amongst themselves, it makes little difference. They will dispute and battle each other, love each other and kill each other, as they always had. The world, and Kun, would carry on all the same. If they by any chance forayed where she felt they should not be, she would handle the situation, as she was more than capable of doing. For someone so busy, Kun had surprisingly few worries. Age and experience did away with those sorts of things, and had left only steadfastness and serenity in their place.
There was no need to worry, or to be upset. As long as the sun, the moon, and the earth existed, there would be the sea, and there would be Kun.
Compared to her important work, the struggles of the other gods were rather pointless to her. Let them squabble and fight amongst themselves, it makes little difference. They will dispute and battle each other, love each other and kill each other, as they always had. The world, and Kun, would carry on all the same. If they by any chance forayed where she felt they should not be, she would handle the situation, as she was more than capable of doing. For someone so busy, Kun had surprisingly few worries. Age and experience did away with those sorts of things, and had left only steadfastness and serenity in their place.
There was no need to worry, or to be upset. As long as the sun, the moon, and the earth existed, there would be the sea, and there would be Kun.
Apologies, i have been very busy. This RP has very strange pacing? "Well, time to sit down and discuss our plans for this operat-OKAY I GUESS WE'RE DOING IT NOW"
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