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Congratz, Psyker. You win the RP.
Posted. My friend said that he won't be able to work on ze map until tomorrow, cause of lolfinals. And good luck with real life, Liri. Sounds like a lot...
Monday, Spring 1
7:20 AM, Floating Around Fiora Falls
~Ping Pong Circulate~
It was an excited 'woop' that brought Brent Roless, the vagrant of romance and discovery, out of his state of tranquillity, as he floated, submerged up to his chin in the ice-cold water. His legs were crossed, as if he was sitting...except he wasn't. In a show of almost superhuman balance and breathing control, an ability manifested by the state of Zen brought by immersing him in the flood of winter's tears, Brent was sitting on water itself. It was almost like levitation, a miracle brought forth by intense focus, and yet, complete dissociation from the real world.
Needless to say, the 'woop' that broke his unthinking concentration also made him sink once more. His nose fell below the waterline and the lack of oxygen woke Brent up in full, his amber eyes opening intensely, his nostrils flaring out as it shot a spray of mist. Uncrossing his legs and kicking against the riverbed, he rose upwards in an instant, water droplets following his lead. With a twist of his head, his wet hair sent the white spray of the river upwards, sparkling in the morning light. Countless water droplets glistened like small jewels, accentuating his well-toned, one-pack body as his hands rose upwards, sweeping his hair out of his eyes and against his skull. An accompanying breeze chilled him to the bone, but he turned towards it, stretching his arms outwards, as if embracing it. The sharp, biting coldness felt nice, and with a sigh, the young man fell backwards, back to becoming one with the cold water.
By now, his body was accustomed to such temperatures, and he felt like it would be alright to doze off a bit longer. All considerations regarding the oddly human sound he had heard before disappeared from his mind. After all, it was early in the morning, and he doubted that any children were up and about.
And anyways, Brent wasn't shy about his body in any way. After all, humans are naturally naked, and all things considered, the amount of time that humanity's ancestors have stayed almost-naked was longer than the amount of time than they have spent fully clothed. As long as his basic masculine reflexes in regards to the possibility of reproduction don't arise, he's only a nudist, not a sexual offender.
So it's totally fine to take it easy and float about a bit longer~
7:40 AM, Finishing the Bath
~No Wind No Win~
Another twenty minutes was spent doing nothing, and Brent's fingertips were well beyond wrinkly by then. It was actually sorta creepy looking at them, and with that, the explorer took it as his cue to leave. Admiring the natural scenery around him one more time, before making a resolution of also taking a midnight dip later on, he plunged the entirety of his body into the water, curling like a cannonball, holding his breath as long as he could. The ice-water wrapped him, bading him to stay just a bit longer, but all nice things must come to an end eventually. He had a job to do, after all.
Or, if nothing else, he needed to find a job to do.
Without a shred of hesitation or reluctance, he rose out of his giant bathtub, and with practised steps, navigated through undercurrents and slippery rocks, before reaching dry land once more. His foot casually stirred the smouldering embers of the fireplace he had set up previously, and with a crack and a rasp, small flames eagerly licked at slim sticks. The kindling was soon devoured, nurturing the flames until it became a warm fire. Practice made perfect, and Brent had many chances to practice before. By now, he's got the mystical art of fire-making down to a science.
Except the warmth of the fireplace, however comforting, ran counter-intuitively to his New Year's resolution of becoming immune to the cold.
Thus, with a sigh, he stepped away from the bubble of warmth he had constructed, and stood out, waiting for the wind to dry him.
It didn't, for the last dregs of the storm at dawn had departed, leaving , and it was with some relief that Brent could let himself dry normally, his frozen skin thawing as he put his springtime clothing on once more.
Trousers, a collared shirt, and a windbreaker tied around his waist, as well as a tough leather satchel that carried most of the essentials for orientation and wilderness survival.
Oh yeah, and boots.
With this outfit, Brent could literally do any job, from that of a rugged outdoors huntsman, to a busser in a high-class restaurant, charming the noveau riche with his stories of adventures in far away lands. Except such jobs didn't exist, so he'll probably just have to settle with something in...
“I'll try the cafe first then. Need a canteen of ice tea for the day as well...”
7:20 AM, Floating Around Fiora Falls
~Ping Pong Circulate~
It was an excited 'woop' that brought Brent Roless, the vagrant of romance and discovery, out of his state of tranquillity, as he floated, submerged up to his chin in the ice-cold water. His legs were crossed, as if he was sitting...except he wasn't. In a show of almost superhuman balance and breathing control, an ability manifested by the state of Zen brought by immersing him in the flood of winter's tears, Brent was sitting on water itself. It was almost like levitation, a miracle brought forth by intense focus, and yet, complete dissociation from the real world.
Needless to say, the 'woop' that broke his unthinking concentration also made him sink once more. His nose fell below the waterline and the lack of oxygen woke Brent up in full, his amber eyes opening intensely, his nostrils flaring out as it shot a spray of mist. Uncrossing his legs and kicking against the riverbed, he rose upwards in an instant, water droplets following his lead. With a twist of his head, his wet hair sent the white spray of the river upwards, sparkling in the morning light. Countless water droplets glistened like small jewels, accentuating his well-toned, one-pack body as his hands rose upwards, sweeping his hair out of his eyes and against his skull. An accompanying breeze chilled him to the bone, but he turned towards it, stretching his arms outwards, as if embracing it. The sharp, biting coldness felt nice, and with a sigh, the young man fell backwards, back to becoming one with the cold water.
By now, his body was accustomed to such temperatures, and he felt like it would be alright to doze off a bit longer. All considerations regarding the oddly human sound he had heard before disappeared from his mind. After all, it was early in the morning, and he doubted that any children were up and about.
And anyways, Brent wasn't shy about his body in any way. After all, humans are naturally naked, and all things considered, the amount of time that humanity's ancestors have stayed almost-naked was longer than the amount of time than they have spent fully clothed. As long as his basic masculine reflexes in regards to the possibility of reproduction don't arise, he's only a nudist, not a sexual offender.
So it's totally fine to take it easy and float about a bit longer~
7:40 AM, Finishing the Bath
~No Wind No Win~
Another twenty minutes was spent doing nothing, and Brent's fingertips were well beyond wrinkly by then. It was actually sorta creepy looking at them, and with that, the explorer took it as his cue to leave. Admiring the natural scenery around him one more time, before making a resolution of also taking a midnight dip later on, he plunged the entirety of his body into the water, curling like a cannonball, holding his breath as long as he could. The ice-water wrapped him, bading him to stay just a bit longer, but all nice things must come to an end eventually. He had a job to do, after all.
Or, if nothing else, he needed to find a job to do.
Without a shred of hesitation or reluctance, he rose out of his giant bathtub, and with practised steps, navigated through undercurrents and slippery rocks, before reaching dry land once more. His foot casually stirred the smouldering embers of the fireplace he had set up previously, and with a crack and a rasp, small flames eagerly licked at slim sticks. The kindling was soon devoured, nurturing the flames until it became a warm fire. Practice made perfect, and Brent had many chances to practice before. By now, he's got the mystical art of fire-making down to a science.
Except the warmth of the fireplace, however comforting, ran counter-intuitively to his New Year's resolution of becoming immune to the cold.
Thus, with a sigh, he stepped away from the bubble of warmth he had constructed, and stood out, waiting for the wind to dry him.
It didn't, for the last dregs of the storm at dawn had departed, leaving , and it was with some relief that Brent could let himself dry normally, his frozen skin thawing as he put his springtime clothing on once more.
Trousers, a collared shirt, and a windbreaker tied around his waist, as well as a tough leather satchel that carried most of the essentials for orientation and wilderness survival.
Oh yeah, and boots.
With this outfit, Brent could literally do any job, from that of a rugged outdoors huntsman, to a busser in a high-class restaurant, charming the noveau riche with his stories of adventures in far away lands. Except such jobs didn't exist, so he'll probably just have to settle with something in...
“I'll try the cafe first then. Need a canteen of ice tea for the day as well...”
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So then, Theo, Garden, Nerd, Harvest, got an ETA for your CSes?
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Bleh, I'll PM you instead then. Just be prepared for lots of page refreshing.
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I want silly stuff in Hell. Not super crazy shit on Earth...
Unless.................
PM me your skype. I might have a proposition for you. :3
Unless.................
PM me your skype. I might have a proposition for you. :3
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Akuma no Riddle and now Yahari? I see, I see....
And yay. Everyone's totally going to get along~
Has he been soloing everything and going about killing hordes of people by himself? At 19 years of age? What exactly does he specialize in? Beating things up with his fists? Firearms? Knifefights? Is he a 'true' assassin, or is he more of a superhero who just lolrekts everything with no pretension of stealth? Gimme a bit of a description in regards to how extreme his training was.
Outside that, he sounds pretty...questionable. Even Hikari Ketsueki wasn't THIS brutal.
Now that I think about it, he sounds sorta like that emo dude from Mahouka as well.
And yay. Everyone's totally going to get along~
Has he been soloing everything and going about killing hordes of people by himself? At 19 years of age? What exactly does he specialize in? Beating things up with his fists? Firearms? Knifefights? Is he a 'true' assassin, or is he more of a superhero who just lolrekts everything with no pretension of stealth? Gimme a bit of a description in regards to how extreme his training was.
Outside that, he sounds pretty...questionable. Even Hikari Ketsueki wasn't THIS brutal.
Now that I think about it, he sounds sorta like that emo dude from Mahouka as well.
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That feel...
When you want to make a lighthearted RP...
And make the opening post as cheery as hell...
And the first two applicants are a psychopath and a bully.
GG.
That being said, it'd be nice to see her attitude change as the RP goes on. Being quiet and a bully would sorta make funsy social interaction hard to do. Oh yeah, cigarettes don't exist in AA, because Luu DeSeras banned them and make tobacco plants go extinct. Now, black market cigarettes are worth their size in diamonds. Is her attitude fairly consistent? Or does she go crazy during her periods?
When you want to make a lighthearted RP...
And make the opening post as cheery as hell...
And the first two applicants are a psychopath and a bully.
GG.
That being said, it'd be nice to see her attitude change as the RP goes on. Being quiet and a bully would sorta make funsy social interaction hard to do. Oh yeah, cigarettes don't exist in AA, because Luu DeSeras banned them and make tobacco plants go extinct. Now, black market cigarettes are worth their size in diamonds. Is her attitude fairly consistent? Or does she go crazy during her periods?
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lol. female Felix.
And no, not EVERYTHING is magic. I would say that she can still remotely turn off the lights...whenever she manages to scrounge up the money for such equipment. As for watching people as they sleep...yeah, she'll be able to do that.
And no, not EVERYTHING is magic. I would say that she can still remotely turn off the lights...whenever she manages to scrounge up the money for such equipment. As for watching people as they sleep...yeah, she'll be able to do that.
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So basically...things that most RPers would lolignore? XD Good luck trying to manipulate people, if nothing else. I find that deceptive characters are impossibru to play as, since most of the fluff for posts comes from your character's actual thoughts. In terms of magical hacking...yeah, good luck. I just want to see her q.q over her worthless 'scientific' hacking skillz. q.q even harder when she realizes that her computer wasn't brought down with her in Hell.
Hm, knows through actual practice? Or more like wiki/book knowledge? And just because you can play soccer or do track doesn't mean that you're fit and such. Does she do regular exercise and work out and pump iron and chug protein shakes? What is the extent of her maintenance of her body? Or do filthy activities like that keep her indoors as often as possible?
Wow. A kitten-killer. -10/10, will dump misfortune.
Oh yeah, note that your character doesn't actually have to do something bad. Morally ambiguous peeps go to Hell as well, cause the conditions for Heaven are hardcore, and Limbo is basically Tokyo in how little personal space you have.
Hm, knows through actual practice? Or more like wiki/book knowledge? And just because you can play soccer or do track doesn't mean that you're fit and such. Does she do regular exercise and work out and pump iron and chug protein shakes? What is the extent of her maintenance of her body? Or do filthy activities like that keep her indoors as often as possible?
Wow. A kitten-killer. -10/10, will dump misfortune.
Oh yeah, note that your character doesn't actually have to do something bad. Morally ambiguous peeps go to Hell as well, cause the conditions for Heaven are hardcore, and Limbo is basically Tokyo in how little personal space you have.
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