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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 ago
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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
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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!
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Yeah, I'll do that today ^^;;
Hibiscus took a step back, a brow raised. "Do we really have time to--oh." Hibiscus imagined that machines took a lot of time and effort to make, or rebuild. It was not so with Serenity's machine. As soon as the girl began to talk about redesigning the thing, the necromancer thought that the pilot was daft. Surely their task was quite simple, and could be conducted more quickly on foot than it could be waiting for a machine to be rebuilt. Instead, Hibiscus learned that there was technology beyond her comprehension. It appeared as if by the girls thought, or by magic, the machine itself began to shift and reform itself. In moments it was a larger lower vessel, capable of taking on many passengers.
The hound stepped onboard first, sniffing around the seats of the passenger area. Then Hibiscus followed shortly after, choosing a spot near the door. The hound would hop up and sit on the seat beside her.
"Cozy..." She thought aloud. She felt unsettled. 'What the hell is this thing made out of? And what could possibly be fueling it?'. She didn't like not knowing. Could it collapse and reform? Crushing them while they were still inside? It was clear that within 'the belly of the beast' she was completely in Serenity's power. Hibiscus did not like being under another's power... Tools appeared in her hand, the machine responding to her every thought and need. Did it respond to her emotions? What would the machine do if she became distressed?
So, why join this MCP thing in the first place? she teased herself. She crossed her ams, settling back into the seat, trying to look relaxed.
'Maybe it is not a machine', she thought, Maybe it is something else disguised as a machine. She touched her armrest, experimentally.
The hound stepped onboard first, sniffing around the seats of the passenger area. Then Hibiscus followed shortly after, choosing a spot near the door. The hound would hop up and sit on the seat beside her.
"Cozy..." She thought aloud. She felt unsettled. 'What the hell is this thing made out of? And what could possibly be fueling it?'. She didn't like not knowing. Could it collapse and reform? Crushing them while they were still inside? It was clear that within 'the belly of the beast' she was completely in Serenity's power. Hibiscus did not like being under another's power... Tools appeared in her hand, the machine responding to her every thought and need. Did it respond to her emotions? What would the machine do if she became distressed?
So, why join this MCP thing in the first place? she teased herself. She crossed her ams, settling back into the seat, trying to look relaxed.
'Maybe it is not a machine', she thought, Maybe it is something else disguised as a machine. She touched her armrest, experimentally.
Sure, if we are on at da same time!
Sorry for my lack of post. Something is wrong with internet at my house. I will try again tomorrow!
I posted, and it has a flashback, maybe check that out?
WOAH! Yeah congrats! :D BAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
And I'll post tonight after work!
And I'll post tonight after work!
Phelix enjoyed the rest of the train ride in peace. The students were polite but had little interest in their professor. Phelix completed editing his course studies by the time they got to Hogwarts.
The stout man hobbled off the train and into a carriage.
Once on the grounds he went straight to his room, as cozy as a castle-room gets, nestled above the Hufflepuff halls. He put away his things, changed his tie, combed what little hair he had, then made off to the great hall for the sorting ceremony.
Phelix had sat near the very end of that long faculty table for a very long time, an extracurricular teacher, and an oddball, both earned him that place on the fringes. Things changed when he became head of Hufflepuff, and his seat was much closer to the middle near where the headmistress sat. He had to climb into his seat, the whole hall and all its furniture was overlarge and ornate.
The old doctor closed his eyes, recalling his own sorting.
‘Oh, such noble and pure blood! Yet, also pure of mind and heart...’
‘You can talk?’ Phelix was surprised by the sound of a voice in his own head.
‘Of course silly, how do you think I’m supposed to make this decision? We’ve both got to think! Now… You have Slytherin on your mind, I see!’
‘My parents were Slytherin’s, and theirs, and theirs…. I think you’ve sorted them all, Sir Hat.’
‘Indeed I have! ‘Sir, Hat’! I like that!’
Phelix twiddled his nubby thumbs as the Sorting Hat amused itself. ‘Is there even a choice?’ He wondered, but of course the sorting hat heard.
‘There is always a choice! And I can think of no better place for you to learn that than...’
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
Phelix sighed, and shook his head. He wished he could hear what the sorting hat said to each student. It was a pivotal first step in a wizard discovering their own identity. The choice had certainly mattered him a great deal to him.
He sat bat, folding his hands over his belly, and relaxed as the Headmistress began the proceedings.
The stout man hobbled off the train and into a carriage.
Once on the grounds he went straight to his room, as cozy as a castle-room gets, nestled above the Hufflepuff halls. He put away his things, changed his tie, combed what little hair he had, then made off to the great hall for the sorting ceremony.
Phelix had sat near the very end of that long faculty table for a very long time, an extracurricular teacher, and an oddball, both earned him that place on the fringes. Things changed when he became head of Hufflepuff, and his seat was much closer to the middle near where the headmistress sat. He had to climb into his seat, the whole hall and all its furniture was overlarge and ornate.
The old doctor closed his eyes, recalling his own sorting.
‘Oh, such noble and pure blood! Yet, also pure of mind and heart...’
‘You can talk?’ Phelix was surprised by the sound of a voice in his own head.
‘Of course silly, how do you think I’m supposed to make this decision? We’ve both got to think! Now… You have Slytherin on your mind, I see!’
‘My parents were Slytherin’s, and theirs, and theirs…. I think you’ve sorted them all, Sir Hat.’
‘Indeed I have! ‘Sir, Hat’! I like that!’
Phelix twiddled his nubby thumbs as the Sorting Hat amused itself. ‘Is there even a choice?’ He wondered, but of course the sorting hat heard.
‘There is always a choice! And I can think of no better place for you to learn that than...’
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
Phelix sighed, and shook his head. He wished he could hear what the sorting hat said to each student. It was a pivotal first step in a wizard discovering their own identity. The choice had certainly mattered him a great deal to him.
He sat bat, folding his hands over his belly, and relaxed as the Headmistress began the proceedings.
Cool, thanks for the bios!!
Also, if it is merely ascots perception, that's cool, but i want to clarify that hibiscus isn't trying to strike a friendship as it says in the gm post. She is relaying info and working. Like I said of that is just what ascot is thinking, cool, but it's unclear if that is ascot s thought s or general narration.
Also, if it is merely ascots perception, that's cool, but i want to clarify that hibiscus isn't trying to strike a friendship as it says in the gm post. She is relaying info and working. Like I said of that is just what ascot is thinking, cool, but it's unclear if that is ascot s thought s or general narration.
World Traveler said
Cats! Cats! Cats! Devin is overrun with feline friends! Was considering having him be allergic, but then that could have been me basically building a wall around my character who would then be allergic to almost half the characters. That cat hair can get EVERYWHERE! Should be fun to have such a busy carriage. Is there a rule for how long we are going to make the train ride? Five or so posts max or something like that?
No rules. Just going to see how things play out.
Sorry to see you go Gareth, good luck to you in your future rps!
Sweet! I can likely post after work, or tomorrow.
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