jdh97
Affili
Konan375Posted again ^_^ NYC here we come!
BIG APPLE!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWLSychTU4Y
Eyeris Member
STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 11 yrs agoStatus
Recent Statuses
11 yrs ago
Current
I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
2
likes
Bio
Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
Most Recent Posts
“Thanks Linn.” Water-lilly-Linn who was always kind to Magara, as much as Mag quietly appreciated that kindness, she did not appreciate it enough to sit with Linn beside Nathan. ‘I’m going to sit over here’ she would say quietly and change directions.
Nathan had better drugs these days. But he was still the most difficult Titan for Magara to be around. His rage was ever-present, contained under a frighteningly thin veil of civility. The rage was a part of his power and his strength, a part of his person and his past, like her own titan-gene it could never be completely repressed. Maybe I need some drugs for my powers too. Plenty of humans took drugs to keep from feeling emotions. Prozac, Lithium... I should ask the nurse when we get back…
She also steered away from the new Titan, Jack. He promoted himself on her list of people-she-would-avoid-as-much-as-possible. He was now second only to Nathan. The difference between Jack and Nathan was essential. Nathan was unable control his rage, Jack chose not to. She considered putting his name above Nathans for a moment, but decided second place was good enough for Jack.
The environment on the plane had calmed, Mag released Carl to socialize as he would. He went to Cora immediately. The two were fast friends. Cora didn’t like anyone else, including Magara. Cora was very wary of Mag. It was not an uncommon or unreasonable reaction, Mag knew her powers were invasive by their nature. Yet, there was nothing she could do but stay away from her and try not to make any trouble from it.
Press and Stitches were talking together. Stitches had been especially distant the past month. Magara wondered that her limbs would fall of without any pain. It confused Mag and her senses when the girl separated herself. It actually gave her headaches! Press had been very courteous to Magara, but Mag was always worried about accidentally running into Horus or one of his other inventions that she could not detect with her powers. Press kept a cool mechanical demeanor most of the time, but that is not how Magara perceived him at all. She was unaware of the duality between his face and his feelings, because she never actually saw his face. She left the two of them to talk alone.
Ambrose was in the front of the aircraft, flustered by his teammates behavior and trying to focus on the mission. He was speaking with Jack, so Mag would stray away from them. She was probably not someone who should be making the plan anyhow. She had never been to New York City and knew nothing about it, she was intimidated that their first mission was in such a big city. So many people crammed in together, millions of people, one Titan to find. There was an english adage about a needle and a haystack that applied perfectly, but Magara did not recall it exactly.
The most calm people in the aircraft were Bruce and Azrael.
Bruce had hardly reacted to the fight. It was as if he were on another wavelength than everyone else. He seemed this way most of the time. It likely had to do with his power, he could deal with any problem in his own time and the fame of mind he chose. It was an impressive advantage, or perhaps he just had a calm and temperate personality. Bruce was talking to Ambrose, Jack and Linn about the mission...
So that left Azrael, she sat by him.
Azrael was new like Jack, and that was the only thing they had in common. Azrael didn’t talk about himself of his powers. He wasn’t around for the ice-breakers and Magara was not one to pry into his business. She kept her curiosity to herself. They said that he always wore a blindfold but no one knew why. Is he blind? He doesn’t seem like it... Many titan costumes involved a special fabric over the eyes, so the titan could see out but no one else could see in. It was likely to protect his identity, or perhaps like Cora and her sunglasses, to conceal an odd appearance, or perhaps he was blind. Magara wanted to ask, but did not. She decided to lay low for now.
She thought about Ink. Ink had been a BAP training. She had been number 07 like Stitches. She left before her training was complete. The report did not say why she left only how much destruction she had left in her wake.
The assignment made sense. SEVERAL untrained titans should be able to handle ONE untrained titan. However, there was no indication in her file on her post-BAP-activities. What if Ink had learned some new tricks?
Magara sighed. Breathing in for seven seconds, holding her breath for seven, breathing out for seven more...
Nathan had better drugs these days. But he was still the most difficult Titan for Magara to be around. His rage was ever-present, contained under a frighteningly thin veil of civility. The rage was a part of his power and his strength, a part of his person and his past, like her own titan-gene it could never be completely repressed. Maybe I need some drugs for my powers too. Plenty of humans took drugs to keep from feeling emotions. Prozac, Lithium... I should ask the nurse when we get back…
She also steered away from the new Titan, Jack. He promoted himself on her list of people-she-would-avoid-as-much-as-possible. He was now second only to Nathan. The difference between Jack and Nathan was essential. Nathan was unable control his rage, Jack chose not to. She considered putting his name above Nathans for a moment, but decided second place was good enough for Jack.
The environment on the plane had calmed, Mag released Carl to socialize as he would. He went to Cora immediately. The two were fast friends. Cora didn’t like anyone else, including Magara. Cora was very wary of Mag. It was not an uncommon or unreasonable reaction, Mag knew her powers were invasive by their nature. Yet, there was nothing she could do but stay away from her and try not to make any trouble from it.
Press and Stitches were talking together. Stitches had been especially distant the past month. Magara wondered that her limbs would fall of without any pain. It confused Mag and her senses when the girl separated herself. It actually gave her headaches! Press had been very courteous to Magara, but Mag was always worried about accidentally running into Horus or one of his other inventions that she could not detect with her powers. Press kept a cool mechanical demeanor most of the time, but that is not how Magara perceived him at all. She was unaware of the duality between his face and his feelings, because she never actually saw his face. She left the two of them to talk alone.
Ambrose was in the front of the aircraft, flustered by his teammates behavior and trying to focus on the mission. He was speaking with Jack, so Mag would stray away from them. She was probably not someone who should be making the plan anyhow. She had never been to New York City and knew nothing about it, she was intimidated that their first mission was in such a big city. So many people crammed in together, millions of people, one Titan to find. There was an english adage about a needle and a haystack that applied perfectly, but Magara did not recall it exactly.
The most calm people in the aircraft were Bruce and Azrael.
Bruce had hardly reacted to the fight. It was as if he were on another wavelength than everyone else. He seemed this way most of the time. It likely had to do with his power, he could deal with any problem in his own time and the fame of mind he chose. It was an impressive advantage, or perhaps he just had a calm and temperate personality. Bruce was talking to Ambrose, Jack and Linn about the mission...
So that left Azrael, she sat by him.
Azrael was new like Jack, and that was the only thing they had in common. Azrael didn’t talk about himself of his powers. He wasn’t around for the ice-breakers and Magara was not one to pry into his business. She kept her curiosity to herself. They said that he always wore a blindfold but no one knew why. Is he blind? He doesn’t seem like it... Many titan costumes involved a special fabric over the eyes, so the titan could see out but no one else could see in. It was likely to protect his identity, or perhaps like Cora and her sunglasses, to conceal an odd appearance, or perhaps he was blind. Magara wanted to ask, but did not. She decided to lay low for now.
She thought about Ink. Ink had been a BAP training. She had been number 07 like Stitches. She left before her training was complete. The report did not say why she left only how much destruction she had left in her wake.
The assignment made sense. SEVERAL untrained titans should be able to handle ONE untrained titan. However, there was no indication in her file on her post-BAP-activities. What if Ink had learned some new tricks?
Magara sighed. Breathing in for seven seconds, holding her breath for seven, breathing out for seven more...
I like short shorts also! and short skirts...
If you have time I think you will be safe to post. You were planning on starting on the train? We can always just find rp things to do while your on vacation. Or if you want to wait I'll understand also.
I'm excited to start the rp ^_^ so if my vote counts I vote for sooner.
If you have time I think you will be safe to post. You were planning on starting on the train? We can always just find rp things to do while your on vacation. Or if you want to wait I'll understand also.
I'm excited to start the rp ^_^ so if my vote counts I vote for sooner.
There is now!
Ooo ooo. Inks profile says that agrees given p-07's a bad name.... And OUR p-07 is STITCHES
Wondering where would be a good landing spot for parachute....
. central park...?
. central park...?
I'm also voting for parachuting! Unless we are going to JFK airport there isn't really anywhere to land.
Also, parachuting will be more fun to write about than landing at JFK...
Also, parachuting will be more fun to write about than landing at JFK...
Do we really need him to post it? We already know where we are going. And he did say he wanted us to be able to do stuff without him sometimes.
Or we can play out more onboard drama!
Or we can play out more onboard drama!
POSTED, i hope it's OK, I have not had my coffee yet. Mag's holding up the boat!
Training had continued for about a month. Her own progress had been slow, but not unremarkable.
They had trained her in firearms. Of course, Magara's aim was atrocious, but she learned her way around a few guns, their parts, how to load them, how to clean them, and how to fire them (always with a guiding hand to be sure she was at least facing the cardinal direction of the target). She supposed that in the field she could aim at a cloud-of-emotion… but, unable to distinguish individuals at a distance she thought such a strategy would be to risky. So did her trainers. She was not supplied with any firearms for the mission, instead they equipped her with a modified walking stick. Retractable, black instead of white, and made of a much sturdier metal than the old one. Perhaps they thought she would do better with a familiar object.
They trained her in combat. They did not allow her to enjoy any more of Brooke’s dust, she was sure she would have been hopeless without it. Yet they taught her where to put her feet, how to put her hands in a proper guard. They worked a lot on her form before they put her in a few practice-rounds where her teachers went easy on her. Sometimes they put her in the ring with Vita so that Magara would use her other non-empathetic senses to detect an enemy. Who knows, perhaps one day she would be fighting robots instead of people. There was also the matter of these living-tattoos, Magara was unsure if she would be able to sense them.
They trained her to control her powers. In this she did not work closely with her fellows as the nature of her power was so different. She would go off by herself and do the breathing exercises they taught her, then find one of them to try her powers out on. She would try to block them out, or extend the range of her senses. This is actually where she made the least progress over the past month. More than once she found herself retreating to soon and falling apart.
They trained her in crime investigation. This was enjoyable for Magara, it was more studious than the other types of training. When people were thinking hard their emotions tended to pacify, and the company of her teammates was more bearable. They learned methods of collecting and organizing evidence, identifying suspects, the kinds of questions to ask witnesses… things like that.
Her own costume was a dark black and purple jumpsuit of sorts, loose but not so loose as to get caught in anything, it buttoned on one side of her torso giving her a few pockets inside the suit. Her hair and her face were wrapped up in a matching bandana of sorts, the cloth came down over her eyes and left only her small nose and pursed lips exposed to the open air. Carl, her guide-dog, was along for the ride his own harness colors matching her’s, he had a small dog-shaped face-mask as well… his training consisted of convincing-him-not-to-paw-at-his-face-mask.
Magara came to the plane a bit late because of Carl, she want to make absolutely sure that his ‘business’ was taken care of before the long flight. Magara was more worried than Carl about this mission, he had been on many aircraft trips in the military. Magara appreciated the dog’s calm demeanor, scratching him affectionately behind his ears as he guided her to the ramp.
As she walked halfway incline toward, then stopped in her tracks, turned right about, and walked toward the bottom of the ramp. She knelt there beside Carl and stroked his neck. Carl had his ears forward, suddenly alert as he realized that something inside the aircraft was distressing his dearest human. He growled in the back of his throat.
Inside the aircraft was hot-and-cold, rage-and-spite. Magara was disappointed by her teammates, the mission had not even begun and some argument had escalated this badly? The intensity of it had stunned Magara, she felt her hands shake, it was only getting worse inside.
“I… I don’t think I can go in there right now…” She told Carl. She had spent the past month trying to control her powers, like learning how to turn the volume on a stereo up or down, with little improvement. She tried her breathing exercises now anyway. Breathe in for seven-Hold for seven-Breath out for seven-
It wasn’t only the intensity that bothered her, but she feared violence might actually erupt between her comrades. A fight in an aircraft, in the air, between super powered titans would be the worst time for for such a thing to happen.
“I’ll just, wait for them to calm down.” She reasoned with the dog, Carl tilted his head and licked her face. “It would be better for them to calm down first… Or they can leave me behind. I’ll probably get in the way…”
They had trained her in firearms. Of course, Magara's aim was atrocious, but she learned her way around a few guns, their parts, how to load them, how to clean them, and how to fire them (always with a guiding hand to be sure she was at least facing the cardinal direction of the target). She supposed that in the field she could aim at a cloud-of-emotion… but, unable to distinguish individuals at a distance she thought such a strategy would be to risky. So did her trainers. She was not supplied with any firearms for the mission, instead they equipped her with a modified walking stick. Retractable, black instead of white, and made of a much sturdier metal than the old one. Perhaps they thought she would do better with a familiar object.
They trained her in combat. They did not allow her to enjoy any more of Brooke’s dust, she was sure she would have been hopeless without it. Yet they taught her where to put her feet, how to put her hands in a proper guard. They worked a lot on her form before they put her in a few practice-rounds where her teachers went easy on her. Sometimes they put her in the ring with Vita so that Magara would use her other non-empathetic senses to detect an enemy. Who knows, perhaps one day she would be fighting robots instead of people. There was also the matter of these living-tattoos, Magara was unsure if she would be able to sense them.
They trained her to control her powers. In this she did not work closely with her fellows as the nature of her power was so different. She would go off by herself and do the breathing exercises they taught her, then find one of them to try her powers out on. She would try to block them out, or extend the range of her senses. This is actually where she made the least progress over the past month. More than once she found herself retreating to soon and falling apart.
They trained her in crime investigation. This was enjoyable for Magara, it was more studious than the other types of training. When people were thinking hard their emotions tended to pacify, and the company of her teammates was more bearable. They learned methods of collecting and organizing evidence, identifying suspects, the kinds of questions to ask witnesses… things like that.
Her own costume was a dark black and purple jumpsuit of sorts, loose but not so loose as to get caught in anything, it buttoned on one side of her torso giving her a few pockets inside the suit. Her hair and her face were wrapped up in a matching bandana of sorts, the cloth came down over her eyes and left only her small nose and pursed lips exposed to the open air. Carl, her guide-dog, was along for the ride his own harness colors matching her’s, he had a small dog-shaped face-mask as well… his training consisted of convincing-him-not-to-paw-at-his-face-mask.
Magara came to the plane a bit late because of Carl, she want to make absolutely sure that his ‘business’ was taken care of before the long flight. Magara was more worried than Carl about this mission, he had been on many aircraft trips in the military. Magara appreciated the dog’s calm demeanor, scratching him affectionately behind his ears as he guided her to the ramp.
As she walked halfway incline toward, then stopped in her tracks, turned right about, and walked toward the bottom of the ramp. She knelt there beside Carl and stroked his neck. Carl had his ears forward, suddenly alert as he realized that something inside the aircraft was distressing his dearest human. He growled in the back of his throat.
Inside the aircraft was hot-and-cold, rage-and-spite. Magara was disappointed by her teammates, the mission had not even begun and some argument had escalated this badly? The intensity of it had stunned Magara, she felt her hands shake, it was only getting worse inside.
“I… I don’t think I can go in there right now…” She told Carl. She had spent the past month trying to control her powers, like learning how to turn the volume on a stereo up or down, with little improvement. She tried her breathing exercises now anyway. Breathe in for seven-Hold for seven-Breath out for seven-
It wasn’t only the intensity that bothered her, but she feared violence might actually erupt between her comrades. A fight in an aircraft, in the air, between super powered titans would be the worst time for for such a thing to happen.
“I’ll just, wait for them to calm down.” She reasoned with the dog, Carl tilted his head and licked her face. “It would be better for them to calm down first… Or they can leave me behind. I’ll probably get in the way…”
© 2007-2026