Hylozoist Member
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tuned in, and dropped out.
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I remember when I used to be into nostalgia.
2 yrs ago
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- Joined: 10 yrs ago
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- Hylozoist 10 yrs ago
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I remember when I used to be into nostalgia.
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9 yrs ago
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, there's a few white fluffy clouds in the sky. I am closing the curtains and going back to bed.
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9 yrs ago
"What kind of solicitor doesn't have sweets on their desk?!"
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9 yrs ago
"His multiphasic torpedo will penetrate your rift / and cause a quantum singularity in your transwarp conduit!"
9 yrs ago
"You make a pretty good sheep."
Bio
I live somewhere in the wilds of East London with a couple of friends, a pet rat and a collection of RPG books that is slowly consuming our house. I've suggested possibly getting rid of some of them, but it's pretty much got to the point where the books are the only thing keeping the building upright and if I move any of them the whole thing could come crashing down.
In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged. I like fandom-y things (because I can't, apparently, still get enough Undertale, Adventure Time and various Nintendo stuff, good job brain), and non-fandom-y things, and will one day get around to rebooting a RP I'd made on here seven years ago.
In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged. I like fandom-y things (because I can't, apparently, still get enough Undertale, Adventure Time and various Nintendo stuff, good job brain), and non-fandom-y things, and will one day get around to rebooting a RP I'd made on here seven years ago.
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Two-One happily listened to Alexander address the robed man, even if the way the fog swirled about the floor continued to nag away at him. The robed man was a Father - which could be a religious title, or that he had offspring, or both. There were Thrulls, weird things made out of dead flesh, around here. That was something to watch out for. They served food here. There's something called an Orzhov. They make contracts. It was difficult to form an opinion on all these things, but Two-One prided himself on having an opinion, especially such that one day he might be able to disagree with somebody else about the things he had opinions on.
He was in the middle of trying to figure out what his stance on an Orzhov was when the bartender turned his attention towards him, interrupting his train of thought. The demand to not have a hood seemed reasonable enough, his explanation of the circumstances sounded believable, and as for the promise of accepting all manner of beings? It'd be bad for business to turn away customers, so from a business point of view, that stood to reason. He cast one quick, final glance towards the door, plotting out what might be his best escape route if required, then reached up to pull down his hood.
The Alloy Myr had seen better days. A slight patina of rust was beginning to form around the tip of his beak-like head. Two of the lights were cracked, and glowing far more dimly than the others. Two-One turned his head to one side, blankly regarding Alexander. There were emotions going on inside that dented and dull head of his, but Two-One had few ways to express them non-verbally.
"I can explain," he began, keeping his hands held up, "I saw the name, I think it is called homesickness, th-"
His explanation was cut rather short by the arrival of Aspasia. Sat here, with the hood pulled back, Two-One initially felt quite exposed, but it soon became very apparent that the lady was busy ranting about something involving wolves and weasels and wurms. Wurms. Two-One had an opinion on wurms. He had been chewed on by them before.
"-I do not like wurms. They have too many teeth and too few limbs."
@Achronum @MarsAdept
He was in the middle of trying to figure out what his stance on an Orzhov was when the bartender turned his attention towards him, interrupting his train of thought. The demand to not have a hood seemed reasonable enough, his explanation of the circumstances sounded believable, and as for the promise of accepting all manner of beings? It'd be bad for business to turn away customers, so from a business point of view, that stood to reason. He cast one quick, final glance towards the door, plotting out what might be his best escape route if required, then reached up to pull down his hood.
The Alloy Myr had seen better days. A slight patina of rust was beginning to form around the tip of his beak-like head. Two of the lights were cracked, and glowing far more dimly than the others. Two-One turned his head to one side, blankly regarding Alexander. There were emotions going on inside that dented and dull head of his, but Two-One had few ways to express them non-verbally.
"I can explain," he began, keeping his hands held up, "I saw the name, I think it is called homesickness, th-"
His explanation was cut rather short by the arrival of Aspasia. Sat here, with the hood pulled back, Two-One initially felt quite exposed, but it soon became very apparent that the lady was busy ranting about something involving wolves and weasels and wurms. Wurms. Two-One had an opinion on wurms. He had been chewed on by them before.
"-I do not like wurms. They have too many teeth and too few limbs."
@Achronum @MarsAdept
@Hylozoist
I cannot tell if your myr was wearing a hood, but I imagine he is. Laneslot also is in a cloak, but he seems to be a semi-regular so a hood is not an issue. If your myr is wearing a hood, it would make it a more epic reveal for Alexander.
I imagined he is, and it just goes to show that I really ought to be a bit clearer about that sort of thing. The aim of the robes were to hide what he is, and blend in, because on any given plane, there's likely to be "short person wearing tattered robes".
Well, I've posted - hopefully Team One will catch up with me before Oswald arrives. Otherwise this is going to be a very brief distraction!
Quina Quen
Level: 1Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
Mentions: General Brigan, Oswald (@Holy Soldier), Crash (@Argetlam350), Slayer (@Lugubrious)
Word Count: 422
If prizes were given to looming castles, this one would certainly place in the top three. Even from half a mile away, Quina could see it shudder and shake from the footsteps of some giant thing within it. Fortunately, Quina had never really been plagued by fear, or doubts, or just about any other emotion that would cause a "normal" person to turn tail and run. In that regards, Quina made for a particularly effective soldier. Unfortunately, Quina was rarely concerned with strategy, or tactics, or just about any other quality that would make a "normal" person a reasonable soldier either. When the order was given by the General to provide a distraction, Quina opted to skip the chain of command established for the team and instead marched off, carrying her (or his) ridiculously oversized fork in her right hand.
Once he, or she, had got a little distance away from the General, Quina began to act. It was about as convincing as the acting Quina had demonstrated in the hall earlier that day, which is to say that it was quite atrocious, but very loud. It echoed. It positively boomed. It sounded sort of like a marching song, the sort you'd used to lead an army of people to lay siege to a castle, albeit a particularly tuneless one that you might use to lead an army of people who had three legs.
"One! Two! Three! Come on army, follow me! One! Two! Three! I hear Oswald smells like wee! One! Two! Three! Almost time to eat some tea! One! Two! Three! Shadow Thing Oswald better flee! One! Two! Three! Follow behind hero Qui... na."
And so Quina continued to sing as he, or she, marched. From the direction of her, or his, voice, Quina had decided to march off to the right of General Brigan and Team Two. It might have looked like Quina had some plan to draw forces out of the castle, and leave the other team a clearer shot at storming the castle, but it was more down to Quina's inability to notice that she (or he) was leaning slightly to right due to the weight of the fork he (or she) carried. At no point did Quina bother to turn around and check that any of Team One was following; it was far more enjoyable to just keep marching and sing loudly. They'd catch up if they wanted to, Quina considered. After all, there was no way they'd not be able to hear such magnificent singing.
Two-One had very quickly seized upon a system for navigating the busy streets. Certain individuals seemed to glide through the crowded marketplaces and bustling avenues, doing with status what others would have to do with a lot of shoving. The meaning of the symbols these people tended to wear was lost on Two-One, but their value was obvious. When one of the symbol bearers made his way towards the tavern, Two-One quietly slipped into the wake he left behind him. A short bundle of tattered robes, beneath the notice of most, following along silently behind the man with the sun on his cloak, who would lead him straight into the Mourning Mirrodin.
Now safely within the interior, the little construct - his nature hidden, for the most part, by the layers of robes he draped over his frame - paused to peer down at the fog that flowed back to fill the space carved through it by Lanestol. Fog was, in his experience, an outdoor thing. It had something to do with clouds and large bodies of water. Two-One crouched down slightly to get a better look at the fog, which didn't reveal much of anything about how the fog came to be there, nor what kind of purpose it served. It would be a mystery to solve later, as the man he'd followed in had already made his way to the bar and, if Two-One was going to blend in, standing still by the entrance to look at fog was not going to help.
So Two-One carefully made his way over towards the bar, growing in confidence with each step that he wasn't going to be walking into some sort of trap obscured by the fog. Fortunately, nobody else had decided to sit next to Lanestol at the bar. Two-One clambered up on to one of these unoccupied stools and, after perching himself on the seat proper, he looked about. Underneath the layers of robes, he couldn't really see much of anything, save for what was below him. The fog swirled ominously around the feet of the stool.
Two-One shuffled a little on the stool, pulling his attention away from the fog, and did what he'd done every time he'd found himself in an unfamiliar tavern in a place he didn't understand. Like travelling in the wake left by others, it seemed to work in most places.
"I'll have," his voice, and the quiet clicking noises that went along with every word, were rather muffled by the robes, "what he's having!"
Now safely within the interior, the little construct - his nature hidden, for the most part, by the layers of robes he draped over his frame - paused to peer down at the fog that flowed back to fill the space carved through it by Lanestol. Fog was, in his experience, an outdoor thing. It had something to do with clouds and large bodies of water. Two-One crouched down slightly to get a better look at the fog, which didn't reveal much of anything about how the fog came to be there, nor what kind of purpose it served. It would be a mystery to solve later, as the man he'd followed in had already made his way to the bar and, if Two-One was going to blend in, standing still by the entrance to look at fog was not going to help.
So Two-One carefully made his way over towards the bar, growing in confidence with each step that he wasn't going to be walking into some sort of trap obscured by the fog. Fortunately, nobody else had decided to sit next to Lanestol at the bar. Two-One clambered up on to one of these unoccupied stools and, after perching himself on the seat proper, he looked about. Underneath the layers of robes, he couldn't really see much of anything, save for what was below him. The fog swirled ominously around the feet of the stool.
Two-One shuffled a little on the stool, pulling his attention away from the fog, and did what he'd done every time he'd found himself in an unfamiliar tavern in a place he didn't understand. Like travelling in the wake left by others, it seemed to work in most places.
"I'll have," his voice, and the quiet clicking noises that went along with every word, were rather muffled by the robes, "what he's having!"
Thank you for all the feedback and reviews, I'll wear my Honourable Mention sash with pride. Well, first, I'll have to make one. But then I'll wear it with pride!
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"It's nothing much. We're a team, allies, though," Charlotte turned the coin over in her hands, then held it out to stare at her own distorted reflection in it, "and that helps a lot. A bunch of heroes, right? Even you, Saren, right?"
The little Witch looked over to Saren as she questioned him, flipping the coin over such that he might be able to catch a glimpse of his own reflection in it too, if he cared to look down towards her. It perhaps wasn't particularly fair to think that he looked odd, as this whole situation was quite bizarre to say the least, but compared to Ally and Ravin, well, maybe he was as monstrous as he looked. Not that such a thing, if true, would be that bad.
"Or are you a monster too?"
The little Witch looked over to Saren as she questioned him, flipping the coin over such that he might be able to catch a glimpse of his own reflection in it too, if he cared to look down towards her. It perhaps wasn't particularly fair to think that he looked odd, as this whole situation was quite bizarre to say the least, but compared to Ally and Ravin, well, maybe he was as monstrous as he looked. Not that such a thing, if true, would be that bad.
"Or are you a monster too?"
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Come to think of it, this is starting to remind me a bit of that old show, Tripping the Rift.
I've not seen it, but I've got an hour and a half to kill this morning, so I shall start rectifying that immediately.
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Is it wrong that I like the friction that's going on between Mr Driver and Saren? Somebody is going to get punched in the face, I'm sure of it.
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