Hexaflexagon

Pokemon: End Spire

The idea is intriguing, so I will throw down my interest.

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Genkai said
And midterm wasn't as great as I thought but it wasn't awful either. So eh move on and wait for the final in two weeks, all I can do.

Eh You win some and you lose some. Not being as awful as expected is always a bonus though.

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Genkai said
Toast is awesome! Bread is yum! I can play sports well enough but boy, I do not have the desire to watch it from the sidelines or couch. My midterm is done, all that's left is the final. And soon I'll have the grade from today's test, so we shall see if I'm drinking in celebration or defeat.Things are sorting themselves out, and now that I have some school stuff done, I can focus on the lovely task of job hunting but online life should be taking a turn for the better. *crosses fingers*

Well one can only hope! In the end though the grades do not matter as much as our scholarly careers have hyped it up. As some people like pointing out your P resident Bush was only a C+ student. It it's more how how you apply what you have learned.

Glad to hear things are getting better. Things around here are a litlle hectic. I have a paper on comparative theology due in a few hours. So you know crunch time lol.

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Genkai said
Having read over your fantastic CS, I can happily say you're approved without me even needing to ask for tweaks or corrections. I don't think that's ever happened before.

Success! I blame the shenanigans of at least three wizards.

Now to address the return questions to your other questions.

Do not worry talking about sports is not my forte in anyway shape or form. I'm a horrible Icelandic person that does not care about who gets the Grettisbelti, or how our Football teams are faring. Toast though, I could write a whole academic essay on Toast! It is to say the greatest human invention since sliced bread!

And studying for midterms is always a "fun" experience. I was always more of the savoring of the moment after they are finally finished. For it is that inexplicable combination of existential dread and euphoria, the fear of what the grades actually are and the joy of them finally being over. But I suppose everyone just keeps their heads down and tries to survive the blast wave in anyway shape or form that they can.

Having a few good offline days is always good as well. Though that is sad to hear about your online troubles, though I suppose C'est la vie. Hope by now everything has been sorted out in some way shape or form.

The Note Heard Around The World (Band rp)

They say that business had a language all to its own. The whispers and tongues that made million dollar deals happen, saints into sinners and sinners into Mother Teresa. Ned Attwater considered himself a respectable businessman and the language of sin and desire did he speak well indeed. He was currently situated at a table, about halfway between the bar, the stage and the door, the three focal points of human traffic, his view give him a near three hundred and sixty degree view of the venue. In all honesty the place was a shit hole, but it was a starting point to watch the birds leave the nest. Drake and his odd gathering of individuals had begged him for weeks to book the place, Ned knew the owners and it wouldn't be too hard to call in a favor but he had waited, he needed to be sure they were ready and finally they were ready, Ned felt it. So here they were in the land of cold wood floors stained with vomit and blood and the smell of cigarette thick as it wafted through the air.

Ned sat at the round table, cardboard boxes with shirts and even a few CDs all homemade of course laying within. The smell of his most recent cigarette coating each exhale he took as he talked to three young women standing across from him: a blond, brunette and a redhead. He was wearing those stupid pair of Aviators that seemed to be permanently attached to his face, stubble coating his face and a bright smile on his face. He was a lot of things but Ned was always a very personable person, he had the smile of a man that could make everyone in the room feel like his best friend in the world and the eyes that would tell you that it was best not to allow him too close at any rate. A lit Dunhill was in his right hand as he talked to the three women in front of him, his voice was smooth and deep as if his throat had been coated in a thick coat of whiskey.

"So how much will it take to get you three mademoiselles to take off your shirts?" Ned asked them with a grin on his face. He doubled back as the redhead brought her hand back ready to go in for the kill, the other two voicing their disgust in less physical ways. Ned put one hand up in front of him with a single digit up, the nonverbal just one minuet. He reached into one of the cardboard boxes in front of him labeled in almost illegible scrawl Shirts. He pulled three out, they were homemade out of Drake's garage with some financial backing from Ned as how it usually went. They were simple and clean nothing too fancy just with Out Of Thin Air printed being spelt out of the smoke coming out from a cigarette the one love that Ned and Drake could both agree on. He put the three shirts out on the table in front of the three girls as he began to speak.

"Girls, girls, girls relax! I may be a pervert, but I'm also a gentlemen and I would not throw myself upon you fine girls without first offering you a drink. No, I'm strictly talking business here. All I'm asking you to do is to wear the fine band that will be playing for you tonight shirts. So that others can see them and then want to buy some of there own, of course your "feminine assets" will not hurt in helping this process proceed, sex sells of course it will only be if you so desire. But think about in this way in the end I get some publicity for my merchandise and each of you get to meet President of the United States of America Mr. Ulysses S. Grant. So we all get to win?" Ned Explained as his went to his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet and out came three green bills as he put them on the table each on top of a shirt as he took a drag of the Dunhill. He watched as the three girls whispered to themselves and debated. His eyes gazed across the venue, it was starting to get more and more populated as the crowds off from work for the night began to come in. They had done some minor publicly around down the week leading up, a few flyers here and there nothing too big but anything to draw in a crowd.

The girls came to a decision and nodded to Ned as they took the money and the shirts off of the table. Ned broke out a full smile cheek to cheek his teeth white almost unnaturally to the point shining as he give a small laugh and nodded to the girls. "Oh well that is just lovely girls, I knew that you would pull through! Now all three of you go to the bathroom and change into those shirts, I didn't just pay you to stand around and looked pretty... Oh wait technically I just did. Anyway rapide, rapide! Maybe when the night is not so young, you can take those shirts off again from another reason."

Ned chuckled to himself as the three girls walked away towards the bathroom, the show would be started in no time at all and it was time to give his last parting words of advice to his chicks before they left the nest. He sauntered over to the stage seemingly gliding across the wood floor, his shoes seemingly never touching the ground. He stopped right in front of the stage and give them all a salute and half a grin before taking another drag from his Dunhill, as he exhaled a long lazy smoke ring danced across the open air before vanishing as it hit the stage lights. He looked them all over as he made a motion with his arm as he did his best to draw them all inwards to him as he prepared to give his pep talk. He cleared his throat, shook his head once left to right and then again right to left before he spoke.

"You all here? Good, great, fine whatever. I'm not the type to give encouraging speeches before the big game; I would be a terrible little league coach in the movies. I want to make that perfectly clear. But this being your one and only chance, I figured that I might as well take a swing at it. Months of our time have gone into planning and preparing for this gig, and let me be flat out and say this if you guys bomb you will have little to no chance at keeping this band afloat here or anywhere for that matter. No pressure of course. But that is not going to happen today, today they are not going to throw beer bottles and hurl insults at you, today will be the start of something." Ned stopped talking as he walked to his left a few paces to a wall covered in photos of a myriad of different bands, the names of the band and the band members scribbled around the photos.

" This here gentlemen and ladies is the Wall of Fame. Twenty local area bands had their start here and manged to get the hell out of here, the made it in varying degrees of stardom. You and I both know that y'all have the ability to become number twenty one. This is the moment that will deiced the rest of this band's life. I understand this place is a shit hole in the middle of nowhere, but tonight you will make it your shit hole. You have a little bit less then ten minutes before you start. Godspeed and Good Luck. And as they say back in the old country Don't Fuck Up." And with those "inspiring" words of wisdom, Ned give the band one last salute before he turned and walked away back to the table, his cigarette lighting the murky darkness around him as the last embers died out. The last words the band would hear from him till after their set was over was simply.

"Sabrina! Another Irish Car Bomb!"

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Genkai said
Holy crap, a beautiful CS. I shall bask in it posthaste.

I'm flattered.

The Note Heard Around The World (Band rp)

Name: Ned Attwater
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Position in Band: Manager
Instrument: N/A

Personality: There are some kinds of people that are great at their given profession, there are other kinds of people that are a bit odd, Ned is what happens when you mix those two together into a very odd creation. Some might call him off-hinged but he prefers to be called a "differently sane". Extroverted and filled with energy, he never seems to be able to stand still for too long, and he is always doing something. His head is firmly rooted in the clouds, drifting along with the birds but his feet are rooted to reality. As a wise man once said "Though this be madness, there is method in it." Though he may be a little more odd then most, he still takes his job very seriously and he still has a strong education and basis in logic. Though his logic may be abstract in the thinking of it, it still makes somewhat sense if you step out of the box of standard human perception and looked at it from his angle.

Favorite Bands: Plumtree, Black Flag, Metric, Weezer, Broken Social Scene
Hobbies/Skills: By trade Ned is a classically trained pianist, but he also enjoys whittling exclusively ducks.
Job: He is a private piano teacher, usually driving his Oldsmobile around to middle or upper class family homes and teaching their little half pints simple chord progressions and the such.

Bio: Ned was raised around music his father being a fairly respectable audio engineer, while his mother was a column writer for their town's local newspaper. He was raised in simple suburbia, were everyone was a happy thirty something year old couple with a dog/cat and 2.5 children. He was an average student in school, no grades his parents could complain about, he played hockey and lacrosse for his school teams and even had a smattering of like minded individuals, that one might be able to define as a friend. Though his real passion they say was the piano, an art he picked up at the age of four and never stopped. It was in many ways the one thing he excelled at, the one thing that made him more then just a sort of odd kid. He would come home from practice or hanging out with his friends or whatever and he would just play his father's old grand piano until it was time for dinner, for some reason it just made sense to him.

Everything after his graduation from High School is highly disputed among his friends and those that know him. It is a conundrum for the ages because he never seems to give the same answer twice. Though from what could be pieced together, apparently Ned was accepted into Julliard which he attended for only a year and a half before leaving without a word to anyone leaving a half finished composition on his desk. This is believed to be true, because the school does have records of a young man with his name attending the school. When an associate asked Ned about it, he responded simply "creative differences" and never said anything more about the topic. They say after that Ned spent his days traveling the majority of North America in his car, because he could. This took him another year or so but on a fated day they say his car broke down in town one day. The first time it had broken down in his entire trip and so he took it as a sign and stopped. He found his first job at a local record shop and put down his roots. Though because of his somewhat eccentric behavior and odd patchwork past that is still disputed about over the years he has become a sort of recognizable figure in the local music scene, so doors open a little bit easier for him. He met the band when they were on one of their first auditions for a gig, he liked their sound and as they say the rest is history.

Appearance:

Ned

L3TS ROCK
Two Threes what is their significance?! What do they mean!

Steam, Steel and Skies! A Napoleonic-airship RP

Sure what the heck.
Napoleonic Era Europe is the best period of Europe being a hellhole. For at least they all acted like gentlemen about it.

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Casually deposits a CS.

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Name: Matsushita Satoru

Alias in the DgtWld: Futen

Age: 21

Average Appearance:

Normal Apperance

Corrector Appearance:

Corrector Apperance

Weapon of Choice: The Sword as seen in the Corrector Appearance

Cell Phone:

Satoru

Personality:
+ Personable
+ Tireless
+ Cunning
+ Witty
- Machiavellian
- Impulsive

Background:
Satoru grew up in Bunkyo, his father a Theology professor at the University of Tokyo and his mother an editor for Kodansha publishing company; the two of them meeting earlier on as college students at Hokkaido University. Matsushita-san was a man of ritual and he had a strict daily routine to prevent himself from becoming sidetracked, one of his steps along the way was to tell a story to Satoru. Usually the stories were centralized around Japanese mythology with his favorite tales being those of Fūjin and Raijin: deity of the wind and storms respectively, hence his Alias in the DgtWld. These tales of ancient heroes and terrifying demons inspired him greatly as a child, filling his daydreams and times of imagination as he pretended to be Susanno slaying the great serpent Orochi among other heroes and gods. He would go talk his friends into playing along with him and soon all the Shinto Deities and great warriors would be fighting Demons together for hours upon hours. For most this was just fun playing with their friends, but for Satoru it was always something more he was always longed to be a real hero like those in his father's stories.

The first twelve or so years of his life were unaffected by the new so called "Renaissance of Technology" that the world experienced predating the new cell phone technology. Cell phones were still powered by batteries and people were still marveling at touch screen interfaces, the idea of cyberspace and entering a digital world was still restricted to shows shown on the television and literature. But being raised in and around the bustling metropolis that was and still is Tokyo, it was not like Satoru could just hide away from the bustling technology around him and become sort of reclusive Luddite. So technology even before the great advancements that were made was still pivotal in his life. He still used a computer, played video games and did other tech based activities like most teenagers and even forayed into programming for a summer before he found it too tedious and boring for him. Once the new cell phone Technology become public Satoru was not an early adapter mostly because his Father instead give him one of his old cell phones he was no longer using; an old flip phone which served Satoru's purposes fine and saved the family money. But by the time he was fifteen his parents had agreed that it was time for Satoru to get a new phone, to keep up with the modern world. That was how Satoru was first introduced to the new tech, a quiet spring day with sunlight beaming through a half cracked open window as he sat on his bed and turned the device on. Little did he know he much the little device would effect his future.

He is currently attending the University of Tokyo in an effort to get a degree in Civil Engineering. The reason for this was not because Engineering jobs had the highest growth and potential for new employees with all fields in technology expanding rapidly each year , though that did have some part in his consideration for the career path. It was not because his Science and Mathematics scores were sufficient enough though that was still true his academics in school were above satisfactory. No the major reason was simply because of his trips to Shinjuku Station to go see his grandmother in Matsumoto. Shinjuku Station is the busiest train station in the world, with about 3.5 million people using the station each and everyday. 3.5 Million people was a very large number that Satoru young mind had trouble comprehending the logistics behind it all. In any normal circumstance 3.5 Million people anywhere would cause chaos and carnage it shouldn't work. Yet to Satoru great amazement every time he went there it did. Everything ran as scheduled and pedestrian traffic was smooth and flowed to and from their platforms without anyone being trampled or killed, it all work effortlessly like clockwork and it was in this precise procession of bodies and trains that just somehow drew Satoru in. He knew from then on that he wanted to become one of the people that could design a place to work like that, that he could baffle logistics and keep order's mastery over chaos. In a way it was still representative of his old dream of being a hero like in the old stories he used to hear about keeping the world in peace and order instead of anarchy of chaos but in a more realistic fashion.

On one completely ordinary day , he ended up getting an email sent to him which told him simply to go to his local Gvn Office. Intrigued, and a little bit surprised Satoru went and that was were he was offender the job as a Corrector. They give him an offer he literally couldn't refuse: by showing up his was put into a binding contract. But Satoru would of taken the job anyway for the idea of being able to be fully submersed into the DgtWld fascinated him. And his job description of battling hackers and viruses was something of a dream come true to him. For the little five year old Satoru inside of himself, the one that always wanted to be a hero. Finally he was getting his chance.

Some Info I need your input on:

Do you want our characters to already know each other?
Preferably yes, mostly because it everyone involved live's easier because we can skip the awkward first page or two of simple introduction posts, that always have a threat of dragging down a RP.
Do you often frequent an OOC of a RP you're in?
I do when I can to see what is going on with everyone, because talking to the other RPers is half the fun of a RP in the first place. Because we are all such "interesting people" XD
How active can you see yourself being in this RP?
I can post a solid four to six paragraph post once a day if needed. I do have to juggle Uni and work between it as well but I can manage.
Any questions you have for me?
How are you fairing today madam?

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Future Genres: Do you want this to become post apoc and deal with time travel down the line?
Well I think the post apoc,would be the one to be easier to mesh I guess with the story. With hackers and cyber terrorism a conceivable apocalyptic situation could occur. Though time travel is always fun, so my vote is I could go either way.

RP Post Frequency: How often can you be active in the IC as well as the OOC? What should I expect from you?
As previously stated I can get about one or so solid post a day, now with Uni slowing down and work balancing out that amount will probably increase. And OCC wise, well lack of OCC activity leads to stagnation and death of RPs, besides talking to people is fun!

RP Post Amount: How much are you comfortable posting? Since this is advance, it generally stays in the average of 6-10 paragraphs, that number might dip once or twice but that is generally

The Not Heard Around The World (Band rp)

Avanhelsing said
Yes we still do need a managerI love your signature.

gowia said
Perhaps skieth could be manager as well since the manager will not be involved in everything behind the scenes where as the band members probably will be?

@Avan
Why Thank you! I enjoy Patrick Stewart being silly.

@Gowia
Well that is true as well. Though traditionally managers from bands, well at least the good managers at least are very intwined in the bands everyday activity, they live and go on tour with them and serve as intermediarys during fights and are much more well involved then one would think.

Well anyway I sent skieth a PM so what happens, happens.