El Taco Taco
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Schist happens.
STATUS: 'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.' 8 yrs ago
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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'If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would've worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.'
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"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
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Ooh, do you have any plot ideas for Borderlands 2? I've been dying to play in the universe for months now.
Oof! Okay, no worries. :) I'll hang tight.
Any chance of getting a ‘subscribed’ marker so we can easily spot threads we’re following in the main forum? That would be fantastic.
I loved your posts and I finally got some replies up! WOOSH!
Katie was halfway through one of her most vulgar stories to Gregory, hands dancing as she recalled the Falcons-Holyhead post game party. He was chuckling through his truly impressive beard, leaning back in his chair. He was a massive man—she wouldn’t be surprised if he was a quarter giant. His accent was heavy, he was Ukrainian he’d explained, but he was a reasonable man. Katie felt safe; he’d been leant to the Ministry after the war. He hadn’t been here, torturing children, terrorizing innocent families.
Ginny arrived with great news, and Katie grinned, rising to hug the redhead. They’d become close when Katie returned from St. Mungos. If anyone understood being cursed by old magic, it was Ginny Weasley. Katie had often gone to the younger girl’s dormitory and talked late into the night over exploding snap, drinking smuggled firewhiskey.
“Ginny~!” She chirped, before her expression went dark as Flint knocked into her. Katie thought it was amazing that she didn’t launch herself at the brute and break his fucking face.
“Eat a dick, Flint—“
She stopped cursing the instant she saw a familiar head of white blonde hair. Her face lit up, and she went for her wand when the lad ran into Flint, ready to hex his face off. But Ayden was there and she stooped before him, letting him clamber onto her. He buried his little face in her shoulder and she rose in a smooth motion, hitching him up.
“Ayden! How’s my favorite bloke?” She ruffled his hair, turning him away from Flint. She shot Marcus her most withering glower. She was going to _break_ him. Next time she saw him, she was going to give him exactly what he deserved. She forced her expression light and cheerful and focused her attention on Ayden. “Look how big you’ve gotten!”
“Ees thes your son?” Gregory asked warily. Katie laughed, waving him off. She didn't blame his suspicion. There was certainly no paperwork in her record indicating she had a child.
“My godson, Ayden. He’s the Falcon’s biggest fan. Look, that’s Cap'n Wolf! You remember him, right?”
Fenrir smiled, casting a warning look around the table. The Falcons quieted, cowed by his calm stare. Katie laughed as Kamala leapt up.
“And Auntie Kamala,” she grinned, “She flew you around the pitch for your birthday, remember?”
“Hey champ,” Kamala smiled, subtly stomping on Pucey’s foot as he snickered. They’d been given shit for cooing over the lad before, but Katie knew she and Kamala—the sole women on the team—were still the scariest witches in the league. Pucey swore beneath his breath and earned another foot stomp. “You know, I think we have a new jacket for you back at the pitch.”
“Think he could come by?” she posed the question to both Fenrir and Charlie, reaching out to give him a half hug. They’d become close mates over Ayden and it was difficult to suppress the flutter in her heart whenever he was around. It was silly, of course—Charlie’s true love was dragons, and fearsome though little Katie Bell might be, she couldn’t breathe fire. It was a girlish crush, something that belonged in her life before the war, and she kept it firmly under wraps.
“We’d be honored,” Fenrir remarked solemnly, and Katie turned her brown eyes on Charlie with a hopeful grin and a wink.
“I’m sure Ry’ will be fine with it. We’ll be careful.”
The lad was surprisingly well behaved. Oliver had been a terror at that age, bickering with his numerous siblings, driving his poor mother spare with his antics. When the lad mentioned Katie, he arched a brow to Ryan. Suddenly, he connected the dots between distant stories.
“Dae ye mean Katie Bell? Merlin, ah didne realise thes was th’ infamous Ayden. She talks abit ye all th’time, ye know,” He grinned to the lad, rather amused. Small world, their Wizarding London. Katie had gushed over being named the lad’s godmother, and he distinctly remembered her vow to “spoil the ever loving shit out of the boy”. He was privately rather pleased that she had yet to turn the child into an unholy brat.
She mentioned the files and Oliver sobered instantly. Kearney Stevens. The thought made him feel almost ill. He accepted his tea from Padma, nearly draining the cup. He considered his thoughts for a long moment, before finally answering.
“Manpreet, th’ team manager, she’s bin daein’ everythin’ she can. It’s toogh—she jist got it o’ Azkaban herself only two months ago. She’s got th’ ear ay Griselda Marchbanks on the Wizengamot, but it’s bin a struggle.” He was silent for a long moment before he added the thought he’d been dreading to even consider, “He hasnae written back in a lang while. It’s possible ‘at he’s nae wi’ us anymair.”
Ryan presented him with paperwork. Oliver eyed it cautiously, reading through it steadily. He didn’t _distrust_ her, per se, but he certainly trust her either. It was very dense legalese, but Oliver was determined to read it through. He wasn’t signing anything without knowing what it really said.
He didn’t realise his old Hogwarts Quidditch captain had joined them until he’d reached their table. Oliver looked up and smiled wide, nodding in greeting. It had been too long indeed—he hadn’t seen the man since the Battle of Hogwarts. He stood to greet him properly, clapping each other on the back in a warm hug. Charlie had been his idol throughout Hogwarts, had given lanky second year Oliver the shot that had changed his life.
“It’s alright, mate. He was nae trouble at all. Ginny,” he greeted warmly, grasping her hand in a firm shake. He’d never played with the girl, but he’d heard she was as fierce as Potter, and he’d seen her duel. She was good people. “It’s guid tae see ye again.”
Padma didn’t even blink an eye at their additional company when she arrived with a platter of food. She placed Oliver’s curry gently on the table, waving her wand as an additional cup of tea floated over for Charlie. He’d not known the lass in Hogwarts, but she had been a good friend to him since the war. She never pried, simply squeezed his shoulders when he remembered the Creevey lad.
She brought him more paperwork, and Oliver began perusing it, letting his curry cool. When Charlie took the lad, he raised a hand in an absent minded wave, working through the documentation. Padma silently kept his teacup full as he worked. He finally reached the last document, and what he found was surprising. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Says haur ye worked fur th’ Department ay Mysteries. ‘At’s a respectable job. Why’d ye leave?”
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Still looking for another game. Bump!
Sadie wasn’t sure she really understood what House Elves were, or what “live to work” meant, but it seemed a little troubling. She bit her tongue, because she got the sense she wouldn’t quite like the answer and she didn’t want to stir up trouble. She’d just gotten here and made friends. She didn’t want to ruin everything on her first night in the castle.
Sadie busied herself with her dinner, listening as George enthused about Seine’s dad. Famous then, she deduced, looking over at him. Seine grinned a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. Wow, she’d never met anyone famous in her life. Sadie drained her pumpkin juice, listening intently. She was going to learn everything-- she detested this feeling of being lost, of others having to fill in the blanks for her. Brennan had told her the library here was a monstrosity, and she was eager to find it.
“Yeah, that’s my old man. He just took a contract for the World Cup next summer, so that’ll be fun,” he sounded proud and excited, and Sadie bit back the bitter taste of envy for a smile. It was silly—she couldn’t change her humble beginnings, so there was no point in being jealous. Sadie almost believed herself.
Sadie listened as George explained his mum’s theory behind ghosts, watching a stream of pearlescent figures streaming in. A beautiful woman floated to the table of blue and bronze, and man with trailing chains to the far end of the room. Sadie rather liked the jolly friar moving along his table. He reminded her a bit of Father Elliot from church, who had always been kind and welcoming.
As brilliant as this was, Sadie found herself missing St. Catherine’s. This was amazing and shining and the food was wonderful and magic... but it felt so frighteningly large, and Sadie felt so very small here. St. Catherine’s had been strict, but it had been calm and kind.
Dinner concluded well over an hour later, and Sadie had never eaten so much before in her life. Her stomach hurt, but she firmly regretted nothing. The pretty prefect and the grumpy one were calling for first years, and Sadie fell in obediently behind them. Xia He was explaining the path to the common room, the importance of passwords and various other things. Sadie was busy studying the moving portraits and gasping as the stairs moved beneath her—not like an escalator, the whole bloody staircase was moving!
They had stopped at a portrait of an exceptionally fat, but elegant, lady garbed in luxurious pink robes.
“Password?” she intoned, touching the crown of flowers in her hair and smiling coquettishly.
“ _Acta non verba_,” Xia He spoke clearly, and the portrait swung open wide to reveal a beautiful circular room. Sadie smiled at the crushed crimson velvet and gold and overstuffed arm chairs. She waved to George and Seine as she followed the girls to a staircase on the right. She smiled at a girl with a beautiful red hijab and a blonde who was nearly half a foot taller than the rest of them.
Their dorm was gorgeous. Handsome four poster beds with crimson and gold draping stood around the room, with their names stitched in elegant golden cursive. Sadie beamed, testing her bed with a bounce. Ooh, nice!
“Wow,” a curly haired girl commented, running a hand over the mahogany of her bed. “This is nice.”
“It’s brilliant,” Sadie agreed, sliding off her bed. She extended her hand, the shorter girl shaking it with a polite smile. “I’m Sadie.”
“Tasia,” she looked around the room questioningly. The lanky blonde blushed, stammering.
“G-Gail Mascolo. Nice to meet you.”
“Maryam,” chirped the girl with the pretty headscarf, looking up at the ceiling, where a beautiful carving of fire connected all the decorative silk from the walls. It looked as if it were actually burning, and Sadie decided she quite liked these accommodations.
“Rosamund,” a curly redhead nodded, digging in her trunk for something or other. A brunette lingering near her arched a brow, arms folded.
“Holly,” she remarked cautiously, almost suspiciously, and Sadie turned to smile at a quiet girl with coppery braids assigned to the bed next to hers.
“Asenath,” she murmured, looking almost alarmed as Sadie bounced for joy.
Sadie had not had many girlfriends before in her life, but here, sitting on the floor of the common room with the other girls and laughing over stories, she finally felt properly at ease in the castle.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
I'm looking for one more RP. Bump!
My starter posts are usually 3-5 pages long in Word. I like to start earlier than the interaction point, often by a day or two, to set the scene. Even if the things that happen before the start of game aren't directly pertinent, I like to give my partner a sense of what my character and their world is like.
I really enjoy the sort of "behind the scenes" moments in roleplay. It feels a little more realistic when my partner's characters have a life outside of the plot and their own struggles and motivations.
I do tend to write on the side of "too long", however, and it's something I really need to work on. I get caught up in the backstory and sometimes my linking into the interaction point can be really rushed or vague. The struggle is real.
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