Avatar of Eklispe
  • Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
  • Posts: 9193 (2.03 / day)
  • VMs: 4
  • Username history
    1. Eklispe 12 yrs ago
  • Latest 10 profile visitors:

Status

Recent Statuses

7 yrs ago
Current Try checking the Articles and Guides section
7 yrs ago
I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
5 likes
8 yrs ago
It does.
1 like
8 yrs ago
PC and Tablet ded, send help
2 likes
8 yrs ago
I lived the land of no internet
2 likes

Most Recent Posts

Added quick attack and feint attack, removed Shadow Ball and nocked level down to 30.
Here we go, this should be goodish.

This looks fun, can I claim Darkrai as I work on a CS for this?
Artemis


Claire seemed to have the most strange habit of accidentally flirting with people when she was not doing anything like it in reality, Artemis noted this for future reference. It also seemed Claire was good at making friends as both Artemis and Sam had quickly agreed with the girl and Sam had even given her a jacket to cover up with. It was a nice jacket. Artemis nodded at the suggestion to go outside and quickly made her way through police questioning like everyone else and exited to rejoin the small group. To her slight surprise Sam was already in a conversation with the distortion man's friend. Claire and the server were still inside, doubtless working through the police questions as well before coming out.

However it also seemed Sam was displeased with the man talking to her. "Excuse me," Artemis began polity behind the man. "Sam is this man bothering you, I'm sure he'd go away if you asked nicely." She said cordially inspecting the man who'd handed out cards to herself and several others in a halfway discreet method. The man oddly like a protagonist and she wouldn't surprised if he acted the part as well. Either a dunderhead who was strong and liked to eat, or perhaps simply an average person with muscles. Both descriptions looked as though they would fit well but only time would tell the accuracy of them. So caught up was she in her analysis that she ended up staring somewhat creepily at the man and totally missing the musical sorrow playing from the top of the building.

Alex


Alex made his way out of the cafe, having been questioned briefly before thankfully being released. He looked at the card again somewhat skeptically. Who was this guy anyway? Going to his house would probably be a stupid idea. Really stupid. Could be all kinds of nefarious things. On the other hand, his day had been going rotten so far, so he might as well get it all out. Who knows, maybe if he burnt all his bad luck today, the rest of the week would be better. His thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a whale bellowing mournfully, that is if a whale could make music, and could fit on the roof of the cafe. The hell? Alex climbed onto the dumpster and leapt from there to the roof of the building, all while still wearing his roller-blades mind you, and saw the guy that'd ran into him earlier.

Also he had hundreds of small glowing things around. It only took Alex a moment to realize that those were meeps. So the next logical conclusion was that.... well fuck that conclusion wasn't logical at all. Bard? Really? Alex thought back to his hand, it'd been mangled, then it'd been fine. And the guy had chimed at him instead of talking. As far as he knew Bard couldn't talk at all. "Uh, hey, you doing alright up here?" Alex asked somewhat nervously. He had no idea what to say here. It wasn't like he could get close and pat the guy on the back even if he wanted to, he would crush the meeps trying to get close. Probably, assuming meeps could be touched, or anyone other than the bard dude could touch them. At a guess Alex assumed he was torn up about the guy's death. Dangit he'd never been any good at this touchy feely stuff.
Neven glanced over the map briefly. It was satisfactory. Even more pleasing was the grumpy expression on Mictlantecuhtli's face and the knowledge that he was now below them. "Give me a brief summary of my lands. Who dwells there, how many souls am I expected to take care of, what resources are there and shall I face unwanted intrusions?" Neven asked firing off one question after another. He would know all there was to know about his lands or else he would both look and act foolishly. Neither of which were permitted of course.
@poke/@Ostarion/@SilverDawn/@Kimono/@Ashifili/@Scrub Mage. Any of yall leaderish folks still around/care?
Arus leapt to his feet leaving the bowl of stew he'd been slowly consuming behind and sprinted to the command tent. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew his orders. In consderation of them he'd chosen a campfire relativly close by the tent so he wouldn't have as far to travel. So Arus quickly arrived at the command tent and entered Robin's sleeping area, feeling rude but intent on following orders he shook Robin awake saying, "The whistle sounded." If Robin had known about the whistle why hadn't he just stayed awake? Had it only been a guess? Even though wouldn't he stay awake to confirm it? Well, Robin always had a plan, Arus would just have to trust his commander to get him through yet another unknown situation.
@Leolycan but what do the cards say >.<

Also on sucide note: surpisingly someone who might commit sucide wants attention so he doesn't feel sucidal. Telling someone you have a broken arm is crying for attention as well.
Krysthane - Patrol Mission


Krysthane frowned briefly, she hadn't expected the man to get up. She side stepped the swing and used the motion to power her next kick, this time at the man's head, confident that he would go down now. It looked like everything else was control, though of course she could hardly see a thing though all this cursed smoke. The mind link was still helpful, she could tell Ebon had found his man and beaten him. Thoroughly. She winced a little, that might have been a excessive, even if effective. "Finish up and gather up the goonies." Krysthane said through their link. If the man had gone down in that hit then she would drag him to the center as best she could through the smoke and look for some chains to bind them with. Otherwise she would beat the stuffing out of him and then continue as planned, she was confident whoever this goon was they couldn't stand up to a hunter. In-training, but still.
Four and a half days? He could barely make one for 4 and a half seconds. Unfortunately it seemed that they were going to be in here until they were able to do it as the master wanted. He wondered what the master's name was, no one had even bothered to ask. Oh well, if he hadn't told them he probably didn't want them to know. At least the room was warm and comfortable. Bristle found a place to stand and focused, how did he do this again? Look at his hand. Turn on magic vision. Look at the deck. Slowly draw the top card. Feel the magic in the card. Slowly, very slowly, take out the magic. What now? Cube? No, no cubes, defiantly not cubes, only a sphere. But how hard could it be to make a cube? Surely he was just exaggerating right? I mean, it was just a shape, if he could make a sphere he could make a cube. If anything a cube should be easier. But he shouldn't. Hm. Despite his incredible urge to make a cube Bristle slowly cajoled the magic into a sphere. It held for several seconds before it began to warble and Bristle reabsorbed part of the magic before it all vanished. He was getting better at this, not a lot, but a bit better. He knew how to make a sphere now with a little thought, now apparently he just had to remove the thought and increase the length. Speed and duration. Bristle took another deep breath and started again.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet