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A police officer came to my door; said he was looking for suspect with one eye. I told him he'd probably have an easier time if he used both eyes.
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Bio
Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
Post-Rock enthusiast
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
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C A I T L I N C A D E
C A I T L I N C A D E
C A I T L I N C A D E
Cait took Prince's lighter in gratitude. She held up the roach between her thumb and finger, raising it like she was giving a toaat. "To an early day, and a job well done." She gave the light a few flicks, finally getting the stub of a smoke burning after five tries; in a single hit the roach burned away completely. The relief came in a quick onset, easing the throbbing in her head, replacing it with the soothing, albeit hazy feel of the weed. "Guess there's no sense sitting here all day."
She hopped to her feet, oblivious to the split second she spent floating back down when her feet left the ground. She'd fall in with others returning to the Community Center, changed quickly into her street clothes and retrieved her back-up skateboard from the front desk. She inspected the board meticulously for new damages or missing parts, and, determining it hadn't been screwed with, set off on a casual roll to the bar on Henry's invitation.
She hopped to her feet, oblivious to the split second she spent floating back down when her feet left the ground. She'd fall in with others returning to the Community Center, changed quickly into her street clothes and retrieved her back-up skateboard from the front desk. She inspected the board meticulously for new damages or missing parts, and, determining it hadn't been screwed with, set off on a casual roll to the bar on Henry's invitation.
Cait sat to the left Sky along the bar, quietly taking in the unusually peaceful state of the place; she was used to popping into the pubs later in the day, when the crowds were around in full; as it was, the sole occupants were the Community Service conscripts that had decided to be social, and a few day drinkers scattered out among the booths. While listening to the 'how we got here' stories from Henry and Sky, she took a pair of long sips from a tall glass of a local brew, raising her drink after their tales. "To keeping the peace, she said of Henry, aware and appreciative of the layers of irony in her saying so. "And forward-thinking fashion. The second swig of beer rushed down, and the alcohol mixed with the weed into euphoric crossfade.
"Surprised you let me in here," she said lazily to Henry. "Last time you damn near literally threw me out." she mused about the escapades a few weeks prior and the pre-game she and her lot had treated themselves to. "I got bagged for carving up some monuments in the Royal Parks," she lifted up her board from the space at her feet to clarify. "Fuckers knew who the boss was though; came straight for me -no offense Sky- when the found us; shook off a few pigs before one of 'em got the jump on me... to the other white meat." She toasted sarcastically and downed another gulp of her beer, nearly emptying the glass.
"Surprised you let me in here," she said lazily to Henry. "Last time you damn near literally threw me out." she mused about the escapades a few weeks prior and the pre-game she and her lot had treated themselves to. "I got bagged for carving up some monuments in the Royal Parks," she lifted up her board from the space at her feet to clarify. "Fuckers knew who the boss was though; came straight for me -no offense Sky- when the found us; shook off a few pigs before one of 'em got the jump on me... to the other white meat." She toasted sarcastically and downed another gulp of her beer, nearly emptying the glass.
It would seem that I'm coming up in the post order? I'll get to it in the next few days.
Ken Shimazu & Sarah King
Inside the Lucky Noodle, with Steve Donahue, Kenzo Yamamoto,,& Julia Kray
"I understand, Detective," Shimazu spoke with an aire of professionalism, hinting to his prior life with the PCPD. "You're obliged to follow standard procedure."
Sarah's face contorted into visible discomfort when the Detective voiced his decision. She felt every inch of her body quiver beneath her skin. The muscles in her legs twitched nervously; though she stood still to her spot, she felt as though they might run off on their own, leaving the rest of her behind. The pulse of energy returned to her arms as she considered another expulsion of Chi as a distraction while she made a break. But a timely meeting between her eyes and Shimazu stayed her hand, aided by the departure of Donovan. She breathed, and the power that had started to gather to her palms receded into her. Her legs fell calm again, though the subtle shaking from the center of her chest continued. She began to speak, but hung onto her words, mouth hanging open. Once more, she looked to her Sensei.
Her mentor offered a slow nod; it was safe to speak honestly here.
Her body eased. If the Detective was good by her Sensei, he was good by her. "My name is Sarah King," her first words came out with a noticeable tremble. "I live over in Mapleview. I've been working here for the past six years, part-time. I've already told you what I saw happen. Like I said, I was working down in the storage room when the Blue Dragons came around, and then the other guy, or monster, whatever he was, appeared and snatched our friend Maddie. I tried to stop him, but I... I wasn't enough..." A single streak of water descended Sarah's right cheek as the last word escaped her.
Shimazu beamed at Sarah, gestured reassuringly, and turned to Steven. "To reiterate, for posterity's sake, I'm Ken Shimazu, resident of Little Asia, and proprieter of the Lucky Noodle. There was an altercation here earlier, instigated the Blue Dragons, and involving myself, my employee, and several patrons. But I do not wish to pursue legal action or charges over it; justice will find them before long. Shortly after the Blue Dragons left, another individual arrived, assualted Ms. Kray, and then escaped with Madelyne Crane as a hostage. He seemed intent on taking her in particular. He seemed to have an affinity for shadows?" Shimazu pointed to the faint shade cast beneath his feet by the overhead lighting. "He grabbed Madelyne Crane and vanished through a shadow."
"Yeah. That's how he showed up too."
"I will suggest, Detective, that if you put out an APB for this man, you include not to engage with hostility... I'm not certain his actions are entirely of his own volition; think of it in terms of a demonic possession. It may be possible to bring him in peacefully if he isn't provoked."
Both Shimazu and Sarah then turned to Julia, who seemed to know more about the man in question. "Is that accurate? The shadow part anyways?" Shimazu asked, breaking an awkward silence.
Sarah's face contorted into visible discomfort when the Detective voiced his decision. She felt every inch of her body quiver beneath her skin. The muscles in her legs twitched nervously; though she stood still to her spot, she felt as though they might run off on their own, leaving the rest of her behind. The pulse of energy returned to her arms as she considered another expulsion of Chi as a distraction while she made a break. But a timely meeting between her eyes and Shimazu stayed her hand, aided by the departure of Donovan. She breathed, and the power that had started to gather to her palms receded into her. Her legs fell calm again, though the subtle shaking from the center of her chest continued. She began to speak, but hung onto her words, mouth hanging open. Once more, she looked to her Sensei.
Her mentor offered a slow nod; it was safe to speak honestly here.
Her body eased. If the Detective was good by her Sensei, he was good by her. "My name is Sarah King," her first words came out with a noticeable tremble. "I live over in Mapleview. I've been working here for the past six years, part-time. I've already told you what I saw happen. Like I said, I was working down in the storage room when the Blue Dragons came around, and then the other guy, or monster, whatever he was, appeared and snatched our friend Maddie. I tried to stop him, but I... I wasn't enough..." A single streak of water descended Sarah's right cheek as the last word escaped her.
Shimazu beamed at Sarah, gestured reassuringly, and turned to Steven. "To reiterate, for posterity's sake, I'm Ken Shimazu, resident of Little Asia, and proprieter of the Lucky Noodle. There was an altercation here earlier, instigated the Blue Dragons, and involving myself, my employee, and several patrons. But I do not wish to pursue legal action or charges over it; justice will find them before long. Shortly after the Blue Dragons left, another individual arrived, assualted Ms. Kray, and then escaped with Madelyne Crane as a hostage. He seemed intent on taking her in particular. He seemed to have an affinity for shadows?" Shimazu pointed to the faint shade cast beneath his feet by the overhead lighting. "He grabbed Madelyne Crane and vanished through a shadow."
"Yeah. That's how he showed up too."
"I will suggest, Detective, that if you put out an APB for this man, you include not to engage with hostility... I'm not certain his actions are entirely of his own volition; think of it in terms of a demonic possession. It may be possible to bring him in peacefully if he isn't provoked."
Both Shimazu and Sarah then turned to Julia, who seemed to know more about the man in question. "Is that accurate? The shadow part anyways?" Shimazu asked, breaking an awkward silence.
Z H A N G, T A I W U
Z H A N G, T A I W U
Z H A N G, T A I W U
The Void Hideout, Nighthaven; with Amara
Taiwu sat quietly and studiously while Amara spoke. He observed carefully as she demonstrated the varied forms of magic. It was an impressive show if her skill and power, and unquestionably enlightening. However, he couldn't identify any of the magic she had shown him with the particular brand of power Shimazu's kid had exerted against him. Perhaps Amara had seen his puzzled, grasping grimace, as she then offered another avenue. A blood sample to study the girl's power more closely. Taiwu's frown curled upward into a grin at the proposal. "Yes. I can arrange for that." He finished his tea, and set the cup down. He stood up, and bowed respectfully. "I thank you for your time and hospitality. Once I've acquired what is needed, I will deliver it personally. And I will inform Xiao Feng to maintain a truce between your sect and the Blue Dragons, as to head off any potential unpleasantry."
With the meeting adjurned, Taiwu began down the aisle and exited the cathedral. Once outside he took up his phone and dialed the driver who had dropped him off. "My business is concluded for the time being."
With the meeting adjurned, Taiwu began down the aisle and exited the cathedral. Once outside he took up his phone and dialed the driver who had dropped him off. "My business is concluded for the time being."
T H E R E S A T O R R E S
T H E R E S A T O R R E S
T H E R E S A T O R R E S
Angel’s Bar, Mapleview
The walk back to the 70th Street hideout was uneventful; it was a short distance from Angel's, tucked off in a non-descript back alley, well and away from prying eyes. When she entered she saw the fruits of their morning labors spread out along folding tables with her gangmates counting the momey stolen. Off to the side Theresa could see a pile of marked bills growing. Disappointment struck her looking at the pile. All that and only three quarters of it will be worth a shit. She walked over to Fred, the accountant.
"Hey Fred." She stood beside him as another dye-stained set of bills landed on the pile. "Tell me we're gonna turn a profit off of that bank job." She grabbed a bound stack of marked money and a flipped through it like a card dealer. "Nothing useful in this once the dye is on it... by the way, is Val around?"
"Hey Fred." She stood beside him as another dye-stained set of bills landed on the pile. "Tell me we're gonna turn a profit off of that bank job." She grabbed a bound stack of marked money and a flipped through it like a card dealer. "Nothing useful in this once the dye is on it... by the way, is Val around?"
Katherine Tran & Horace Wolfe
Veridian Technologies, with Diana Smith
"Roger." Wolfe responded through his headset. He retrieved his security communicator and radioed to the HQ. "This Wolfe. I have confirmation that the threat has been neutralized in the Atrium. Begin procedure for ending lockdown. PCPD and DSHA will be inbound." He pocketed his device and returned to the headset, saying "I'll be right up." Securing the room as he left, he began up the stairs to the main floor.
Meanwhile, KT peered around the corner from her hiding spot. Seeing the woman incapacitated, she walked toward Artemis. "Whew. That looked like a close call. Guess you gotta be an adrenaline junkie to vibe with this life." She looked down at the woman, who was out cold. "Sorry I couldn't do more. But hey, we have a lead on why she did it and who for. Maybe we can... you know, take advantage of that. I mean, you're, err... in really good with Diana Smith, richest girl in town. And if money doesn't talk loud enough, I can try a few of my other tricks." KT tapped the side of her head with her finger.
Meanwhile, KT peered around the corner from her hiding spot. Seeing the woman incapacitated, she walked toward Artemis. "Whew. That looked like a close call. Guess you gotta be an adrenaline junkie to vibe with this life." She looked down at the woman, who was out cold. "Sorry I couldn't do more. But hey, we have a lead on why she did it and who for. Maybe we can... you know, take advantage of that. I mean, you're, err... in really good with Diana Smith, richest girl in town. And if money doesn't talk loud enough, I can try a few of my other tricks." KT tapped the side of her head with her finger.
Here's one
Extending creative disagreements/collaborative scisms, or however you want to word it, into personal beefs/grudges.
We weren't on the same page creatively? Didn't gel in collaboration?
Why make it personal? Unless there were personal insults/attacks made, of course.
But maybe I'm off my rocker. I know I haven't always been the best in this regard.
Extending creative disagreements/collaborative scisms, or however you want to word it, into personal beefs/grudges.
We weren't on the same page creatively? Didn't gel in collaboration?
Why make it personal? Unless there were personal insults/attacks made, of course.
But maybe I'm off my rocker. I know I haven't always been the best in this regard.
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The regulars aged out of the hobby.
So pretty much par for the course for RPing as a whole. Niche corner of a niche hobby.
I fully understand the underlying reason for the Arena's lack of popularity. CRP was kinda niche even back when I started RPing, and definitely earned any bad rep it got, (at least where I started out).
But I'm curious as to why TTRP and NRP has declined. I'm assuming Tabletop via forum just doesn't hit the same as in-person or over Discord? And that NRP is generally just more moving pieces than most people these days care to deal with? Or are there more layers to consider?
But I'm curious as to why TTRP and NRP has declined. I'm assuming Tabletop via forum just doesn't hit the same as in-person or over Discord? And that NRP is generally just more moving pieces than most people these days care to deal with? Or are there more layers to consider?
Hoshi
"Oh? Me?" Hoshi's face filled with a shade of red when offered help by one of the knights. She shook her head gently and laughed off the awkwardness. She massaged her leg, hoping to work out the cramping. "No. I should be fine. My brother would never let me live it down if he found out I had to be carried from a fight." She gave Levi a light tap with her elbow. The dissonance between her rejection of help and the reality of Levi already supporting her wasn’t lost on her, but was ignored just the same. "Not to mention this guy," she added, looking up at him with a weak but cheeky smile. "You and Kitsu would have a good laugh over that.” Feeling some comfort come back to her leg, she stood properly, and allowed her Keyblade to return to wherever it went when it wasn’t in her hand. With Levi taking the first steps behind Zac, she made to follow him…
“HLGH!”
Something large, forceful, and feathery blindsided her and caught her in a tight headlock. Launchpad… Hoshi’s arms cycled through floundering waves and futilely pushing against the duck’s uncommonly muscular wingarms. They flew out to her sides, and her feet left the ground when Launchpad rushed over to another of their new allies (another duck) and placed him in a similar vicegrip. “Launchpad… please… Hoshi can’t breathe…” She tried to gasp out, but couldn’t quite get the words out for lack of air. Fortunately for her, Donald, presumably more accustomed to Launchpad’s grip strength, managed to voice his dissent loudly enough for both of them, and Hoshi felt the air return to her lungs as suddenly as it had been taken.
She stretched and cracked her neck, which had gone sore from Launchpad’s “hug.” She quickly caught Donald’s eye well enough to get the message, and returned a knowing nod, and shivering slightly before turning to fall in with the rest of the party. When she caught up, she set pace with Levi. “Once we’re back at the hotel,” she spoke quietly from the corner of her lips, “I… I need to talk about something.”
“HLGH!”
Something large, forceful, and feathery blindsided her and caught her in a tight headlock. Launchpad… Hoshi’s arms cycled through floundering waves and futilely pushing against the duck’s uncommonly muscular wingarms. They flew out to her sides, and her feet left the ground when Launchpad rushed over to another of their new allies (another duck) and placed him in a similar vicegrip. “Launchpad… please… Hoshi can’t breathe…” She tried to gasp out, but couldn’t quite get the words out for lack of air. Fortunately for her, Donald, presumably more accustomed to Launchpad’s grip strength, managed to voice his dissent loudly enough for both of them, and Hoshi felt the air return to her lungs as suddenly as it had been taken.
She stretched and cracked her neck, which had gone sore from Launchpad’s “hug.” She quickly caught Donald’s eye well enough to get the message, and returned a knowing nod, and shivering slightly before turning to fall in with the rest of the party. When she caught up, she set pace with Levi. “Once we’re back at the hotel,” she spoke quietly from the corner of her lips, “I… I need to talk about something.”
Me realizing that I was the last to post here.
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