Will do! I'm gearing up to cross the Atlantic for a couple weeks, but I'll get a post up before I go and hopefully another one or two while I'm there once we get there.
Innis
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A Hapless Harpy
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7 yrs ago
I return! Now to get caught up...
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7 yrs ago
To my lovely writing partners, please bear with my slow responses! I just got engaged and now I'm headed across the Atlantic for a couple weeks. I promise I haven't forgotten you!
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7 yrs ago
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. -Joseph Campbell
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7 yrs ago
I disagree. Your personal preference for one writer over another, does not change the fact that both may be good at what they do. Skill is not subjective.
7 yrs ago
Perhaps the answer is some conglomeration: A good writer is someone who can artfully combine proficient use of the English language with ideas that make the reader think or feel.
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I think I was probably a cat in another lifetime. I don't like noise, I don't like bright lights, and I don't even particularly like people, though there are one or two exceptions to that last one. What I do like are warm places, good books, hot drinks, and pleasant conundrums, you know the sort that might occupy a longish drive with interesting thinking. Antepenultimately, I enjoy words of a sesquipedalian nature, though only as a veridical aesthete; I donβt think these words have much of a place in the writing Iβll be doing on this forum. They mess with the flow of the prose if you catch my meaning. Supereminently, Iβll write with anyone that has a strong voice and a good grasp of the English language, and while I won't promise not to bite, I will swear I've had all my shots, so pm me if you've got any clever ideas or inchoate notions.
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I'm good either way. I'll get a response up soon! I've just been getting ready for a big trip.
Ah. That's fair. Alright then!
Youreb me kinda person too
I'm so drunk right now. When are the battle scenes????? I want to write some kickass action on this ass game stuff
Poke.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I'm bowing out of this one. Thanks for considering my character.
I would just like to point out, for posterity's sake, that my character hasn't looked at her hands since entering the station...
The minutes directly after Elise Lefevre arrived at the train station were nerve-wracking, a tritone in every breath and no cadence within sight. She made her way to the center of the station hall, noticing that perhaps she wasnβt the only one commanded here in such a way. There were a few others looking about with various degrees of curiosity and concern, but the musician did not move to speak to them, instead keeping her hands stubbornly by her sides as she tried to still the anxious turning in her stomach.
To pass this time and occupy her mind, Elise examined the others, who she found were three young, attractive people that were probably near her own age, though the cellist was no particular ace at determining ages at a glance. Two men, two women, including herself. All young and healthy enough, but with little other clues to their purpose in this strange game. Elise wondered for a moment how these others had been coerced; she had little skill in determining much about them at this stage. There was still so little in the way of information, but plenty of motivation to keep her playing.
At 5:30, Elise felt her phone buzz again:
"Direct your attention to the center of the station hall. The man you see there, dressed primarily in black and holding coffee, is now your chiefest authority. Approach him, taking note of the three others who do. Give this man your name, your age, and your choice of degree at university. Once your identification is complete, he will present you with further instruction. Under no circumstances is he to be disobeyed.β
Elise kept her head turned down towards her phone while she collected herself. The woman was no stranger to fear; had she not been terrified of performing for years? She could master this, if only the images of her hands, bloody and broken did not keep returning over and over to her ringing head.
With a deep breath, Elise centered herself, imagining her feet pressing as firmly down into the earth with more force than it pushed up on her, finding balance. What was this, if not another performance? How many times had she performed flawlessly with a smile on her face and fear in her belly?
I can. I will.
She looked up from her phone and took six confident, even steps towards this dark haired man, her face serious but composed. He was tall and sharp, more in demeanor than appearance, in the way that Elise had found many of the most talented musicians were sharp; he seemed to notice every detail of his surroundings.
In her low, clear voice, Elise said almost casually, βHello, My name is Elise Leone Lefevre. I am 21 years old and I have spent the last three years studying cello performance at Londonβs Royal Academy of Music.β
To pass this time and occupy her mind, Elise examined the others, who she found were three young, attractive people that were probably near her own age, though the cellist was no particular ace at determining ages at a glance. Two men, two women, including herself. All young and healthy enough, but with little other clues to their purpose in this strange game. Elise wondered for a moment how these others had been coerced; she had little skill in determining much about them at this stage. There was still so little in the way of information, but plenty of motivation to keep her playing.
At 5:30, Elise felt her phone buzz again:
"Direct your attention to the center of the station hall. The man you see there, dressed primarily in black and holding coffee, is now your chiefest authority. Approach him, taking note of the three others who do. Give this man your name, your age, and your choice of degree at university. Once your identification is complete, he will present you with further instruction. Under no circumstances is he to be disobeyed.β
Elise kept her head turned down towards her phone while she collected herself. The woman was no stranger to fear; had she not been terrified of performing for years? She could master this, if only the images of her hands, bloody and broken did not keep returning over and over to her ringing head.
With a deep breath, Elise centered herself, imagining her feet pressing as firmly down into the earth with more force than it pushed up on her, finding balance. What was this, if not another performance? How many times had she performed flawlessly with a smile on her face and fear in her belly?
I can. I will.
She looked up from her phone and took six confident, even steps towards this dark haired man, her face serious but composed. He was tall and sharp, more in demeanor than appearance, in the way that Elise had found many of the most talented musicians were sharp; he seemed to notice every detail of his surroundings.
In her low, clear voice, Elise said almost casually, βHello, My name is Elise Leone Lefevre. I am 21 years old and I have spent the last three years studying cello performance at Londonβs Royal Academy of Music.β
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
We'll be eagerly awaiting your decision. :)
Greetings, Guildies!
I am interested in finding a partner for a literary two-step, a waltz of words, or as the kids call it these days, a 1v1. My interests are many and varied, though usually of a darker nature, and I prefer dancing with writers above the age of 18 due to the possibility of mature content. The level of writing must be, of course, advanced, so be prepared for in-depth plots and characters, longer posts, and exemplary writing. As a personal preference, I'd like any potential partners also to be able to play a number of characters, in order to increase the size and scope of our stories. I am much more comfortable playing female leads when dealing with any sort of romantic pairing and I'm not into same sex romance. I am here for the story, for a pairing of artful language and clever plot, with the pinch of newness one gets from working with another mind. If this sort of literary tΓͺte-Γ -tΓͺte appeals to you, then I shall eagerly await your private message.
Sincerely,
A Hapless Harpy
A Hapless Harpy
Take a Gander Among a Few Ideas:
Dark Fantasy: I don't have much of a plotline for this one, but I'm interested in finding a party willing to weave a tale of suspense and intrigue. I imagine a world of rival thieves and assassins, of kings and mages, of forbidden love and murder most foul.
An Unlikely Pair: I'm in the mood to start a King and Commoner rp, full of court intrigue and set in a mid-fantasy world (no elves or dwarves, but some magic).
Ready, Set, Race!: Welcome to the hedonistic future, a place where utopia has had rather adverse consequences. In America 2162, nothing matters but entertainment, the next fix, the next bit of excitement to break the monotony of pointless existence. It's a small wonder then that the Races have become so popular. These fast, grueling lightbike races have become one of the primary industries of the entertainment industry. If you can survive and win, you'll earn fame and fortune. If not, you might just end up in a race for your life.
I'm also interested in hearing any ideas from the science fiction, fantasy, steampunk, cyberpunk, and dystopian genres. If you'd think we'd make good partners but don't see a plot you like, PM me anyway. I would love to devise something with you.
If you are interested:
1. PM ME.Please do not post here.
2. Let me know which of my ideas you are interested in -OR- Give me a description of your ideas, as brief or detailed as you please.
3. Tell me a bit about you: your preferences and what you want out of this rp.
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