Prince of Seraphs said
Can I blow up the R-302?
*roflao* What the heck, you seemed to be against blowing up a planet yet now you want to blow a ship? XD (I assume that's what a R-302 is...)
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Username.....Fallenreaper
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*roflao* What the heck, you seemed to be against blowing up a planet yet now you want to blow a ship? XD (I assume that's what a R-302 is...)
Prince of Seraphs said
Well at least the captain has some morals.
Or other motives? XD
Ellri said
but, but... We want to blow up a planet!
Hahahahaa. :p
Leave it to the captain to call on Ebola. :p
Lucius Cypher said
You're free to do what you like, we simply won't endorse it as to prevent misleading those who may be interested in the story who consult the wiki.
This ^
Celaira said
We dun fucked up in the IC man, shiet.
It's alright, it's noting big I would imagine, is it? I'm in the pad by the way...the Plot one if anyone wants to talk, though I can safely say... the same thing happened in Blood Act.
Mikael said
Well, Nevis, on the 3rd OOC post (by Celaira), there's a link to a site where we have our data backed up and presented. There's also a Who is Where section, but it doesn't seem to be filled out yet. I'll go through the CSes and see if I can figure out people's starting locations.Of course, people are free to volunteer their own information. As for my characters, whose CSes I'm still working on, two of them will start in and near Kenan; Rowdy Ralice and Caeldrin, respectively.
I can help!!! I know a few, though if they are wrong, correct me please!
Though I swore I sent you a link with a PiratePad that has details on Plots happening, namely cause I don't have Skype.
Kenan: Emmet/Olivia (NPC), Zi, Tristan, Fang and Domino Rtron's Luciana (Though Emmet will leave due to Olivia being kidnapped heading to Loom to save her, and I think Fang and Domino will be leaving too but for a different reason.)
Loom: Both Ichthys's PCs- Cecil Lancaster & Miera the Mountain and Nevis's, Rtron's Lucien
Hell (Assume or at least they are together. >_>) Szayeis, Lisara (NPC), Aeris Kasio
Alright, mind as well lay out my plans here for Abbie which might put the Farmers (at least the unneeded ones) on ice until Aweena shows again.
So, Aweena and I had originally had thought that after the cliffhanger we would've have the house burnt down after the bang and forced Abbigail and co to move else where, I don't think this is going to work. Though I still like the idea of the crew being ran out of their house due to riots or minor danger being too close to home resulting in serious damage to the house. Which then leaves the question where they end up?
My thoughts on that is simple: They could've split up, Aweena's pms mentioned that the Farmers had made friends in Chico and that enable they to have a place where we can store them for the time. Likewise, Abbie and Trake could end up living else where due to the Farmers's friends having limited room. That could end up with the pair living with Coltrane maybe? Which could allow me to ease into the fact that Remmy knows Abigail, farther enforcing that little fact no one knows that Remmy has heard of Abigail and they both know Kurtis, and that could help me keep Remmy from being as antsy due to Simon missing. XD I make it sound like Remmy's addicted to Simon! Anyway, that also intros Remmy to Trake allowing them to develop a friendship that later on turns rather ugly due to some fun Firecrack and I had planned before Guildfall ruined it.
Then at some point later, Trake could go shopping and get food, meeting Simon in the meanwhile or he could already been out. :p
Also, Shon, since Aweena's gone for now, do I send you everything from that plot pm I was chatting with her about to you? I don't know how much you know or anything and I really don't want to leave it just hanging there. I've asked this a few times...but it seems to be over looked in the pms, busy schedule I guess.
So, Aweena and I had originally had thought that after the cliffhanger we would've have the house burnt down after the bang and forced Abbigail and co to move else where, I don't think this is going to work. Though I still like the idea of the crew being ran out of their house due to riots or minor danger being too close to home resulting in serious damage to the house. Which then leaves the question where they end up?
My thoughts on that is simple: They could've split up, Aweena's pms mentioned that the Farmers had made friends in Chico and that enable they to have a place where we can store them for the time. Likewise, Abbie and Trake could end up living else where due to the Farmers's friends having limited room. That could end up with the pair living with Coltrane maybe? Which could allow me to ease into the fact that Remmy knows Abigail, farther enforcing that little fact no one knows that Remmy has heard of Abigail and they both know Kurtis, and that could help me keep Remmy from being as antsy due to Simon missing. XD I make it sound like Remmy's addicted to Simon! Anyway, that also intros Remmy to Trake allowing them to develop a friendship that later on turns rather ugly due to some fun Firecrack and I had planned before Guildfall ruined it.
Then at some point later, Trake could go shopping and get food, meeting Simon in the meanwhile or he could already been out. :p
Also, Shon, since Aweena's gone for now, do I send you everything from that plot pm I was chatting with her about to you? I don't know how much you know or anything and I really don't want to leave it just hanging there. I've asked this a few times...but it seems to be over looked in the pms, busy schedule I guess.
Crossark said
I know Master Khan's a junkie.
More like a drunk and wouldn't you be after dealing with fully grown children? :p
Ferrus_star said
Is this rp still accepting? Also, could I make an off site wiki for the rp's lore?
Yes, we are, And though I like the idea of a Wiki, I've been in a RP like that and the Wiki usually ended up being a problem. Mainly since literally anyone could edit stuff there and that can lead to problems to maintain it. Besides, our CS Thread has basically turned to into that. :p
Khan
Despite being lost and withdrawn inside his drained mind, Khan’s ears still picked up the approach of heavy footsteps. Steady and determined, a pace he knew who it belonged to: Tyrael. His eyes shifted open and darted to the corner as he spotted the Fallen Orc’s white, armor like mass take his seat beside him. Khan’s body relaxed to see a familiar, non-diplomatic figure settle beside him, and released the building worry which had cropped up within his attention. He was rather sure his patient might’ve happened if another approached him, namely one aimed to gain favor. Deep inside, Khan knew it was an exaggerated judgment, but an accurate one to what he felt.
He took a deep breath to press down the tension running up and down him. That’s when Tyrael commented about none of them growing younger and the fact things would’ve been easier if both Djarkel and Eania were allied under banner, the College’s. However, Khan knew this wasn’t possible diplomatically and had a slightly lingering belief so did Tyrael to some extent. His mind still weighed down in his weakness, he decided to give the Fallen Orc his full attention. Even if his heart wasn’t feeling capable of taking on the task. His forearms rested up the table’s firm surface and slowly pushed him upright, his back straightened against the chair’s support when he spoke. His voice started off lighthearted yet took a diplomatic and reasonable tone after the first comment.
“The funny part, I’m still in my prime but I feel as old as you, Uicle or… even Lucilia!” Khan said, hastily added on the vampire in his slight forgetfulness. Sometimes he had to remind himself from time to time, she was indeed older then she looked. During his mental reminder, his eyes glimpsed to the area behind Tyrael for a fleeting moment causing an odd sensation to sweep over him. The odd colored eyes had spied at the official’s table for any aggressions and a rush of awareness filled him, his eyes slightly widened while his jawline tightened for a moment. It only took seconds to realize the cause of alarm upon spotting the empty chair. His brows knotted into confusion, the vacancy bothered him slightly, but he instead focused on the conversation rather than jump to hasty conclusions. Last thing Khan needed to do was to have his wild imaginations and paranoia cause unneeded actions.
He forced himself to calm down, his heart still thumping at a higher rate, before he continued to keep “The only error in your comment, Tyrael, is our influence and current power is exactly what they fear the most. Instead of a war between Eania and Djarkel, it would become a three way one adding to the conflict tearing Tiien apart. What is the point in fighting in a war which would leave the victor’s spoilers in ruin when it is won? The College might manage to survive, but there would be nothing left when it was all said and done. That is the nature of war, mainly when replied by with brute force.”
Khan had relayed his understanding both bluntly, but in the most subtle way possible, a manner which allowed no ignorance on its meaning. Both Tryael and Khan knew Djarkel’s as well as Eania’s reply to such measures of being united under banner. It was a strain Khan wasn’t so sure he wanted to test the College’s power or strength against such odds, not when there was already enough crumbling Tiien apart. His hand raised slowly to grasp the goblet’s narrow neck, his fingers cradled the underside gently. He toyed with the idea of finish what remained within his glass in only a swallow while another thing pestered his attention. Something else seemed off about the scene, his eyes returned to the scene and allowed his mind to gently wash through the list. In his thinking, Khan casually sparked a conversation about Tyrael’s return. He would likely gather the details about the demonomancer’s trip tomorrow and in more privacy, not wanted the officials slight sparks to be increased into violence by the winds of Tyrael’s small task. It won’t have gone over very well and Khan knew it.
“On to another topic. I assume you’ve found a pleasant surprise when you arrived back?” The headmaster asked, his voice cautioned against revealing too much about the incidents in Tyrael’s absence. Mainly what the Fallen Orc would’ve done upon discovery of Xyden’s attempts to end Mar’s life, so it was ideal to keep it within milder ranges until Xyden was banished.
It was then it clicked who else was missing: Lidda. Not once had he seen the Vitamancer’s odd figure, a new shape, monster or human, within the small crowds inside the Dining Hall. Again the confusion came knocking to his mind until the realization, the recall of Eania’s official gone, clicked into place like a flint spark to kindling. He felt rather the fool for not putting the pieces together earlier as he pushed the worry from his mind, one mystery solved though he did slightly pity Lidda’s currently position. He most certainly didn’t look to be the fly upon that stone wall during the father and daughter chat.
Despite being lost and withdrawn inside his drained mind, Khan’s ears still picked up the approach of heavy footsteps. Steady and determined, a pace he knew who it belonged to: Tyrael. His eyes shifted open and darted to the corner as he spotted the Fallen Orc’s white, armor like mass take his seat beside him. Khan’s body relaxed to see a familiar, non-diplomatic figure settle beside him, and released the building worry which had cropped up within his attention. He was rather sure his patient might’ve happened if another approached him, namely one aimed to gain favor. Deep inside, Khan knew it was an exaggerated judgment, but an accurate one to what he felt.
He took a deep breath to press down the tension running up and down him. That’s when Tyrael commented about none of them growing younger and the fact things would’ve been easier if both Djarkel and Eania were allied under banner, the College’s. However, Khan knew this wasn’t possible diplomatically and had a slightly lingering belief so did Tyrael to some extent. His mind still weighed down in his weakness, he decided to give the Fallen Orc his full attention. Even if his heart wasn’t feeling capable of taking on the task. His forearms rested up the table’s firm surface and slowly pushed him upright, his back straightened against the chair’s support when he spoke. His voice started off lighthearted yet took a diplomatic and reasonable tone after the first comment.
“The funny part, I’m still in my prime but I feel as old as you, Uicle or… even Lucilia!” Khan said, hastily added on the vampire in his slight forgetfulness. Sometimes he had to remind himself from time to time, she was indeed older then she looked. During his mental reminder, his eyes glimpsed to the area behind Tyrael for a fleeting moment causing an odd sensation to sweep over him. The odd colored eyes had spied at the official’s table for any aggressions and a rush of awareness filled him, his eyes slightly widened while his jawline tightened for a moment. It only took seconds to realize the cause of alarm upon spotting the empty chair. His brows knotted into confusion, the vacancy bothered him slightly, but he instead focused on the conversation rather than jump to hasty conclusions. Last thing Khan needed to do was to have his wild imaginations and paranoia cause unneeded actions.
He forced himself to calm down, his heart still thumping at a higher rate, before he continued to keep “The only error in your comment, Tyrael, is our influence and current power is exactly what they fear the most. Instead of a war between Eania and Djarkel, it would become a three way one adding to the conflict tearing Tiien apart. What is the point in fighting in a war which would leave the victor’s spoilers in ruin when it is won? The College might manage to survive, but there would be nothing left when it was all said and done. That is the nature of war, mainly when replied by with brute force.”
Khan had relayed his understanding both bluntly, but in the most subtle way possible, a manner which allowed no ignorance on its meaning. Both Tryael and Khan knew Djarkel’s as well as Eania’s reply to such measures of being united under banner. It was a strain Khan wasn’t so sure he wanted to test the College’s power or strength against such odds, not when there was already enough crumbling Tiien apart. His hand raised slowly to grasp the goblet’s narrow neck, his fingers cradled the underside gently. He toyed with the idea of finish what remained within his glass in only a swallow while another thing pestered his attention. Something else seemed off about the scene, his eyes returned to the scene and allowed his mind to gently wash through the list. In his thinking, Khan casually sparked a conversation about Tyrael’s return. He would likely gather the details about the demonomancer’s trip tomorrow and in more privacy, not wanted the officials slight sparks to be increased into violence by the winds of Tyrael’s small task. It won’t have gone over very well and Khan knew it.
“On to another topic. I assume you’ve found a pleasant surprise when you arrived back?” The headmaster asked, his voice cautioned against revealing too much about the incidents in Tyrael’s absence. Mainly what the Fallen Orc would’ve done upon discovery of Xyden’s attempts to end Mar’s life, so it was ideal to keep it within milder ranges until Xyden was banished.
It was then it clicked who else was missing: Lidda. Not once had he seen the Vitamancer’s odd figure, a new shape, monster or human, within the small crowds inside the Dining Hall. Again the confusion came knocking to his mind until the realization, the recall of Eania’s official gone, clicked into place like a flint spark to kindling. He felt rather the fool for not putting the pieces together earlier as he pushed the worry from his mind, one mystery solved though he did slightly pity Lidda’s currently position. He most certainly didn’t look to be the fly upon that stone wall during the father and daughter chat.
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