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Right, posted. Not sure about how things would work if the key wasn't unboxed, but still placed near the owner's device. I'll make edits if that connection can't happen.
5:50AM on a raining morning.
Gabe had no actual reason for being up so early in the morning, but on raining days, it just felt nice to wake up and take in the scenery. Gray light filtered through the heavy clouds as soft rain pelted the patio window, drops of water sliding against the glass and colliding with one-another, forming rivers that dispersed moments later. Looking to the side of the patio window, the young man checked the theronometer taped to the wall. The mercury was ten degrees below room temperature, and the visible shifting of the rain showed that the wind was strong that morning. But he was a healthy young man, and while he didn't normally take morning showers, when Gabe did, it was out in the rain. His roommate was still asleep, tucked away and facing the wall after a few too many mornings waking up to the sight of Gabe's manhood. The Mongolian's snores were rather heavy as well, so it should be fine if he added in a bit of music to the experience as well.
Sliding open the window and stepping out onto the slick patio, the young man closed his eyes and simply decided to enjoy the moment. Rain washed down his slender body, drawing away the warmth that it held from being wrapped in heavy woolen blankets. It was a soothing sensation, a cooling one that emptied his mind of even the most abstract of thoughts. The wind felt good, chilling his rain-drenched skin as it pushed against him. Nature's own variation of a cold shower, with the added bonus of being a hundred times more atmospheric. It helped, of course, that the morning traffic routines had yet to start up, with the graveyard shift workers still busy, and the morning folks still asleep. Other than the occasional sound of a car, Gabe allowed himself to enjoy a moment of serenity.
The young lady from the adjacent apartment, the one who had the same no-sleep-required attitude as himself, waved at him, and he reciprocated it. Just like his roommate, that early bird had grown accustomed to the restaurant worker's perpetual morning nudity. The only difference laid it how one avoided it, and another tolerated it.
Stepping back inside, he crossed the carpeted room and entered the washroom in five big steps, toweling himself dry in another half-minute. He smiled at the mirror, warming up his facial muscles for another day at the cafe, before another chill in the air reminded him that, while sleeping naked was comfortable, and cold showers were relaxing, getting sick due to that would be detrimental to his enjoyment of life. Towel slung around his shoulders to catch what stray droplets of water may fall from his damp hair, he slid open the closet, closing his eyes to properly visual what sort of outfit he'd be donning that day. Today was a raining day, so he should put on one of those fancy trench coats he bought last year. Maybe emulating the style of 20th century mobsters? Or should he go for a more somber look, with a dark suit and umbrella, and hope that the skies get darker? Then again, a chipper white-shirt-with-suspenders was always a good choice on any day.
Not that any of it really mattered, seeing how he had a special workplace uniform to adhere to regardless, but it was fun to dream about those things.
That bit of fun, though, was interrupted by the buzzing of his Iphone. Waltzing over, he opened up his email to read a prophetic message from the future, obviously a schedule of things that were to come for a town that wasn't this one. He yawned as he absentmindedly scrolled through the rest of his emails, silently praising that 'mysterious' message for at least being slightly creative and not obviously a scam. Perhaps it was some sort of subtle promotion for a movie that was coming up, about cellphone messages that predicted the future. Or perhaps it was sent by William Low, who just wanted more people to look him up on the Internet. He paid it little mind...up until he closed his email and noticed an app that was in the process of downloading, something that obviously was related to the message from before.
Gabe chose to sit down on a chair then.
This was getting interesting.
Crosslegged and now with his towel on his lap, he rocked side by side slowly as he searched Google for information about the 'Key Shop' app, wondering whether or not it was some sort of virus or not. Other than a few unrelated hits, there was nothing, and he smiled at that. With a tap of his index finger, he opened the application, and beared witness to...a shop for free keys and accessories. Apparently, you were only allowed one, and he was restricted to only the first page.
That was anti-climatic.
With his expectations of something crazy and significant and possibly scary gone, Gabe decided that he would at least follow through with the sole function of the app and select one key from the selection. The Librarian, it was called. Should serve well as something to have on him when he decided to try out a more intellectual appearance, complete with non-prescription glasses. With that done, he closed his phone, and went back to the dire dilemma of selecting what outfit he would wear on that raining day.
The young man had scarcely put on a pair of boxer briefs before a knock on the door interrupted his clothes selection. With a daring swagger (or perhaps just irrational shamelessness), he opened the door, fully expecting his landlord to be asking for more tips on brewing coffee. There was no one. Another yawn escaped his lips as he turned around, waving off that incident as simply him mishearing it. Yet there was a new box when he returned to the closet.
A box with all the correct shipping details and contact information, as well as a stamp that looked awfully similar to the Key Shop app icon.
If only Amazon worked as fast as Key Shop.
Now, he was fairly intrigued, and opening the box, found, not to his surprise, the Librarian key, as well as the keychain that came with it. It looked as if it was meant to be old, all bronze and such, with such simple teeth that no one would seriously use it as a key to a lock in this day and age. Lifting it up by the chain, then turned his attention to the owl. A cute little thing. Reminded him of the Guardians of Ga'Hoole, that book series about owls who killed each other with metal talons and fire. Disregarding whatever paper that was in the box, Gabe put the key and phone back onto the table, before returning to the task of figuring out what to wear in the morning.
After all, one must always be careful with their appearance.
Gabe had no actual reason for being up so early in the morning, but on raining days, it just felt nice to wake up and take in the scenery. Gray light filtered through the heavy clouds as soft rain pelted the patio window, drops of water sliding against the glass and colliding with one-another, forming rivers that dispersed moments later. Looking to the side of the patio window, the young man checked the theronometer taped to the wall. The mercury was ten degrees below room temperature, and the visible shifting of the rain showed that the wind was strong that morning. But he was a healthy young man, and while he didn't normally take morning showers, when Gabe did, it was out in the rain. His roommate was still asleep, tucked away and facing the wall after a few too many mornings waking up to the sight of Gabe's manhood. The Mongolian's snores were rather heavy as well, so it should be fine if he added in a bit of music to the experience as well.
Sliding open the window and stepping out onto the slick patio, the young man closed his eyes and simply decided to enjoy the moment. Rain washed down his slender body, drawing away the warmth that it held from being wrapped in heavy woolen blankets. It was a soothing sensation, a cooling one that emptied his mind of even the most abstract of thoughts. The wind felt good, chilling his rain-drenched skin as it pushed against him. Nature's own variation of a cold shower, with the added bonus of being a hundred times more atmospheric. It helped, of course, that the morning traffic routines had yet to start up, with the graveyard shift workers still busy, and the morning folks still asleep. Other than the occasional sound of a car, Gabe allowed himself to enjoy a moment of serenity.
The young lady from the adjacent apartment, the one who had the same no-sleep-required attitude as himself, waved at him, and he reciprocated it. Just like his roommate, that early bird had grown accustomed to the restaurant worker's perpetual morning nudity. The only difference laid it how one avoided it, and another tolerated it.
Stepping back inside, he crossed the carpeted room and entered the washroom in five big steps, toweling himself dry in another half-minute. He smiled at the mirror, warming up his facial muscles for another day at the cafe, before another chill in the air reminded him that, while sleeping naked was comfortable, and cold showers were relaxing, getting sick due to that would be detrimental to his enjoyment of life. Towel slung around his shoulders to catch what stray droplets of water may fall from his damp hair, he slid open the closet, closing his eyes to properly visual what sort of outfit he'd be donning that day. Today was a raining day, so he should put on one of those fancy trench coats he bought last year. Maybe emulating the style of 20th century mobsters? Or should he go for a more somber look, with a dark suit and umbrella, and hope that the skies get darker? Then again, a chipper white-shirt-with-suspenders was always a good choice on any day.
Not that any of it really mattered, seeing how he had a special workplace uniform to adhere to regardless, but it was fun to dream about those things.
That bit of fun, though, was interrupted by the buzzing of his Iphone. Waltzing over, he opened up his email to read a prophetic message from the future, obviously a schedule of things that were to come for a town that wasn't this one. He yawned as he absentmindedly scrolled through the rest of his emails, silently praising that 'mysterious' message for at least being slightly creative and not obviously a scam. Perhaps it was some sort of subtle promotion for a movie that was coming up, about cellphone messages that predicted the future. Or perhaps it was sent by William Low, who just wanted more people to look him up on the Internet. He paid it little mind...up until he closed his email and noticed an app that was in the process of downloading, something that obviously was related to the message from before.
Gabe chose to sit down on a chair then.
This was getting interesting.
Crosslegged and now with his towel on his lap, he rocked side by side slowly as he searched Google for information about the 'Key Shop' app, wondering whether or not it was some sort of virus or not. Other than a few unrelated hits, there was nothing, and he smiled at that. With a tap of his index finger, he opened the application, and beared witness to...a shop for free keys and accessories. Apparently, you were only allowed one, and he was restricted to only the first page.
That was anti-climatic.
With his expectations of something crazy and significant and possibly scary gone, Gabe decided that he would at least follow through with the sole function of the app and select one key from the selection. The Librarian, it was called. Should serve well as something to have on him when he decided to try out a more intellectual appearance, complete with non-prescription glasses. With that done, he closed his phone, and went back to the dire dilemma of selecting what outfit he would wear on that raining day.
The young man had scarcely put on a pair of boxer briefs before a knock on the door interrupted his clothes selection. With a daring swagger (or perhaps just irrational shamelessness), he opened the door, fully expecting his landlord to be asking for more tips on brewing coffee. There was no one. Another yawn escaped his lips as he turned around, waving off that incident as simply him mishearing it. Yet there was a new box when he returned to the closet.
A box with all the correct shipping details and contact information, as well as a stamp that looked awfully similar to the Key Shop app icon.
If only Amazon worked as fast as Key Shop.
Now, he was fairly intrigued, and opening the box, found, not to his surprise, the Librarian key, as well as the keychain that came with it. It looked as if it was meant to be old, all bronze and such, with such simple teeth that no one would seriously use it as a key to a lock in this day and age. Lifting it up by the chain, then turned his attention to the owl. A cute little thing. Reminded him of the Guardians of Ga'Hoole, that book series about owls who killed each other with metal talons and fire. Disregarding whatever paper that was in the box, Gabe put the key and phone back onto the table, before returning to the task of figuring out what to wear in the morning.
After all, one must always be careful with their appearance.
Hm...I'll drop some interest for the third idea of yours, cause I feel like doing some fantasy world-building. That being said, how active do you usually expect your partners to be?
Looks more like Grimm is just searching for more opportunities to kill/maim people using some sort of good-guy excuse. XD
And it's the 'next' day now, right? What time is it?
And it's the 'next' day now, right? What time is it?
Wait...I'm sorta confused...
Elder Tale is a standard PC-based MMORPG...so why is there talk about SAO, an actual VR game, in here? They dun even have the technology for that in Log Horizon, which is why everyone's going WTF and getting screwed over by environmental factors that didn't exist in the PC variation of Elder Tale.
Elder Tale is a standard PC-based MMORPG...so why is there talk about SAO, an actual VR game, in here? They dun even have the technology for that in Log Horizon, which is why everyone's going WTF and getting screwed over by environmental factors that didn't exist in the PC variation of Elder Tale.
Dear Prince Charming,
A medical condition? That sounds quite terrible. And yes, I wouldn't understand such an abnormal condition. Yesterday, there were pinnacles of beauty from as far as the eye could see. Today, it would appear that even princes aren't spared from some sort of disfiguring affliction.
My Sympathies, Kalri-Qua
A medical condition? That sounds quite terrible. And yes, I wouldn't understand such an abnormal condition. Yesterday, there were pinnacles of beauty from as far as the eye could see. Today, it would appear that even princes aren't spared from some sort of disfiguring affliction.
My Sympathies, Kalri-Qua
I would love to, but I'm waiting on Konica.
At least you can respond to the fabulousness of Kalri-Qua?
At least you can respond to the fabulousness of Kalri-Qua?
"Thhhhhhffffp! Thhhhffffpp!"
As that imitation of a waterfowl's mating call sounded through the forest, it wasn't just a mere fat bird that responded, but that of a Mai-Rizzle Peony, a majestic winged horse with a wild rainbow mane, sparkling with the magical power of friendship. It was the perfect companion to its rider, a blue-haired angel in a dark suit. Descending from the heavens as a light breeze tousled her sleek, sea-colored hair, she dismounted in an elegant leap, the gilded tails of her coat rising and then falling dramatically with her entrance. From her bag of holding, she produced a gleaming, red apple, still wet from the cold water that it was rinsed from. The princely girl stroked the side of the Mai-Rizzle Peony and fed the winged horse its treat before sending it off.
It was only after the awe-inspiring mount went to the skies once more, merging with a bright blue cloud, that she took her bearings. She had been here before, still recognizing the name of the mountain that she saw on the world map. The face of the mountain was familiar, unchanged, yet the vegetation seemed to have evolved. And there were also these runes on the side. Readable, of course, but still...she guessed that a wizard or witch must have gotten bored one day and sealed off a cave system of the mountain. It was quite an avant-garde riddle-lock as well, for, while it sounded poetic, didn't use any phrases that were exceedingly abstract or plain nonsensical.
And then, of course, there were the group of princess-kidnapping criminals that she was sent to monitor and assist. The face of crime, it appeared, had grown quite diverse over the centuries. From young, fluffy girls to manly orcs to warrior women, it all looked rather eccentric. And elves too. Who would have thought that only a millennium was sufficient to turn such an artist, gentle, loving race into a bunch of bandits, working alongside orcs?
At the very least, she was prepared for such oddness already. The Kingdom of Bur-something must be quite strange, for so many people to only have one lover, or, gods forbid, be living forever alone.
Nevertheless, she brought herself into a traditional male show of courtesy towards her new companions, first thumping her left breast with her right fist, then flicking her bangs with the same hand, and finally spinning around once, drawing a rose from the bag of holding, before offering that flower to the closest lady in the vicinity.
“You are the Team Super-Awesome-the-Best, the princess-kidnappers venturing into the Lands of Ni-Yan, yes? I am Princess Kalri-Qua, eldest daughter of the late King of Bishies, Yuu-Rito, and the sole surviving member of the Dynasty of Moe. As I have a debt to Miri, I shall be partaking in your criminal activities. So, as they say...”
<<Tu-tu-ru~ Kalri-Qua, Level 99999999 Formerly Comatose Harem Prince(ss), has joined your party~!>>
As that imitation of a waterfowl's mating call sounded through the forest, it wasn't just a mere fat bird that responded, but that of a Mai-Rizzle Peony, a majestic winged horse with a wild rainbow mane, sparkling with the magical power of friendship. It was the perfect companion to its rider, a blue-haired angel in a dark suit. Descending from the heavens as a light breeze tousled her sleek, sea-colored hair, she dismounted in an elegant leap, the gilded tails of her coat rising and then falling dramatically with her entrance. From her bag of holding, she produced a gleaming, red apple, still wet from the cold water that it was rinsed from. The princely girl stroked the side of the Mai-Rizzle Peony and fed the winged horse its treat before sending it off.
It was only after the awe-inspiring mount went to the skies once more, merging with a bright blue cloud, that she took her bearings. She had been here before, still recognizing the name of the mountain that she saw on the world map. The face of the mountain was familiar, unchanged, yet the vegetation seemed to have evolved. And there were also these runes on the side. Readable, of course, but still...she guessed that a wizard or witch must have gotten bored one day and sealed off a cave system of the mountain. It was quite an avant-garde riddle-lock as well, for, while it sounded poetic, didn't use any phrases that were exceedingly abstract or plain nonsensical.
And then, of course, there were the group of princess-kidnapping criminals that she was sent to monitor and assist. The face of crime, it appeared, had grown quite diverse over the centuries. From young, fluffy girls to manly orcs to warrior women, it all looked rather eccentric. And elves too. Who would have thought that only a millennium was sufficient to turn such an artist, gentle, loving race into a bunch of bandits, working alongside orcs?
At the very least, she was prepared for such oddness already. The Kingdom of Bur-something must be quite strange, for so many people to only have one lover, or, gods forbid, be living forever alone.
Nevertheless, she brought herself into a traditional male show of courtesy towards her new companions, first thumping her left breast with her right fist, then flicking her bangs with the same hand, and finally spinning around once, drawing a rose from the bag of holding, before offering that flower to the closest lady in the vicinity.
“You are the Team Super-Awesome-the-Best, the princess-kidnappers venturing into the Lands of Ni-Yan, yes? I am Princess Kalri-Qua, eldest daughter of the late King of Bishies, Yuu-Rito, and the sole surviving member of the Dynasty of Moe. As I have a debt to Miri, I shall be partaking in your criminal activities. So, as they say...”
<<Tu-tu-ru~ Kalri-Qua, Level 99999999 Formerly Comatose Harem Prince(ss), has joined your party~!>>
Tentative interest. CS up tomorrow...maybe.
That being said...is this RP going to be focused more on the lore/exploration part of Elder Tale? Or are we going to play Civilization?
That being said...is this RP going to be focused more on the lore/exploration part of Elder Tale? Or are we going to play Civilization?
Dear Prince Charming,
I've always been intrigued by whether or not eating a shapeshifter in their non-human form counts as cannibalism or not.
Yours Truly, Kalri-Qua
By the way, anyone know where Amrita went? She hasn't posted in the Numba 1 Team yet.
I've always been intrigued by whether or not eating a shapeshifter in their non-human form counts as cannibalism or not.
Yours Truly, Kalri-Qua
By the way, anyone know where Amrita went? She hasn't posted in the Numba 1 Team yet.
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