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25/06/2024
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So... can someone tell me what's currently going on with the second latest IC post?
"Go on. I'm waiting. You're done beating Spruce." I said, hiding my worries as I tried to keep my head clear. Even going as far as thinking Spruce's discolouration was normal.
"You should be cherishing the time you have left." Desia responded, her voice distorted, lunging at me by the end of it and engulfing her attack with purple. If I could, I would've gulped.
Davis, you better get your ass here. 'Cause, had you not disappeared, this wouldn't have happened. I thought, sadly. I stiffened myself for Desia's attack, enhanced with an unholy purple as it began rocketing downwards at me. I held my body up high with a false smirk planted on my face (not an actual smirk; just the eye expressions of one), lifting my magnets up and forming a triangle of electrical arcs. Davis, you bloody idiot... I thought, letting some music flow in my head as Desia struck me down.
Boom. Well, more of metal being torn by a pickaxe. I could feel a discharge of electricity leaping from my triangle into Desia's claws. I was knocked into the ground, where monotone bark and spiked grass met my back. Desia was shaking her claws by the end of her attack, jumping off me and ignoring the arcs on her. She cackled at me, shaking her head.. "Argh... you want to kill me, you do it in one shot, you frickin' wuss." I told her, feeling a etch on the right side of my face. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. Especially with a purple glow stained on the wound. I sighed on my side, thinking about nothing. I had managed to resist her move because of my typing, but that still did tremendous amounts of damage.
Desia seemed uncomfortable at this. I could tell she was mumbling something about 'corruption.' Then, she faced me as finished my sentence. "Don't tell me how I should be murdering you. After all, it looks like your book about monsters won't have a happy ending." She said, slyly as she began walking up to me. Desia turned me to look at her face, as she creepily grinned at me. "Where's Davis NOW!?" She enjoyed every moment of this, towering over me with her menacing eyes. "You're just like him. Can't even handle a hit." I started floating upwards, although with trouble as I met her own eyes.
"Did my insult really get you? You're trying to make up for it, you know." I chuckled weakly, dazed and wiping the purple liquid off my face.
"What matters is that you're dead, and that I will rule even HELL by the end of this."
And then, another slash covered the wound already present on me, splashing purple on the right of my face. I was knocked into a grey rock, which somehow lost colour in this setting. Desia was in a lot of contrast when compared to this place, the background not faring so well against her. I breathed weakly, coughing. Natural reaction I presume, since this wasn't required for a Magnemite. "Woah, woah. She's going to kill me! Someone do something!" Greg's voice contorted the background, his voice echoing... not aware pretty much everyone was incapacitated...
...
Death doesn't come quickly, and may sometimes not come at all. I was angry, and I was angry now. She was now going for a defenseless Greg.
I instantly jumped up, although with limited balance. Another swipe, and I'd be dead. But, at least I wouldn't go down as a coward. Plus, I was (probably) the strongest of the group, and I wouldn't be going down anytime soon. She was steadily heading to Greg, who had tripped on a big branch and became a sitting duck for her. Hopefully, Kamina could stall her for me to reach her, but otherwise... as I crossed the grey landscape, I knew this way wouldn't end well. Then again, which other way could end well? Like declaring 'we surrender?' "Get back here. Hell can wait." I shouted, showing signs of... well, dying. I was dripping a purple liquid from my wound, staining the grass with an unnatural colour.
If I died, at least Davis would be here to watch... because, I could see his stark eyes beaming through the fog. Oh just go die, Davis. It's too late.
"You should be cherishing the time you have left." Desia responded, her voice distorted, lunging at me by the end of it and engulfing her attack with purple. If I could, I would've gulped.
Davis, you better get your ass here. 'Cause, had you not disappeared, this wouldn't have happened. I thought, sadly. I stiffened myself for Desia's attack, enhanced with an unholy purple as it began rocketing downwards at me. I held my body up high with a false smirk planted on my face (not an actual smirk; just the eye expressions of one), lifting my magnets up and forming a triangle of electrical arcs. Davis, you bloody idiot... I thought, letting some music flow in my head as Desia struck me down.
Boom. Well, more of metal being torn by a pickaxe. I could feel a discharge of electricity leaping from my triangle into Desia's claws. I was knocked into the ground, where monotone bark and spiked grass met my back. Desia was shaking her claws by the end of her attack, jumping off me and ignoring the arcs on her. She cackled at me, shaking her head.. "Argh... you want to kill me, you do it in one shot, you frickin' wuss." I told her, feeling a etch on the right side of my face. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. Especially with a purple glow stained on the wound. I sighed on my side, thinking about nothing. I had managed to resist her move because of my typing, but that still did tremendous amounts of damage.
Desia seemed uncomfortable at this. I could tell she was mumbling something about 'corruption.' Then, she faced me as finished my sentence. "Don't tell me how I should be murdering you. After all, it looks like your book about monsters won't have a happy ending." She said, slyly as she began walking up to me. Desia turned me to look at her face, as she creepily grinned at me. "Where's Davis NOW!?" She enjoyed every moment of this, towering over me with her menacing eyes. "You're just like him. Can't even handle a hit." I started floating upwards, although with trouble as I met her own eyes.
"Did my insult really get you? You're trying to make up for it, you know." I chuckled weakly, dazed and wiping the purple liquid off my face.
"What matters is that you're dead, and that I will rule even HELL by the end of this."
And then, another slash covered the wound already present on me, splashing purple on the right of my face. I was knocked into a grey rock, which somehow lost colour in this setting. Desia was in a lot of contrast when compared to this place, the background not faring so well against her. I breathed weakly, coughing. Natural reaction I presume, since this wasn't required for a Magnemite. "Woah, woah. She's going to kill me! Someone do something!" Greg's voice contorted the background, his voice echoing... not aware pretty much everyone was incapacitated...
...
Death doesn't come quickly, and may sometimes not come at all. I was angry, and I was angry now. She was now going for a defenseless Greg.
I instantly jumped up, although with limited balance. Another swipe, and I'd be dead. But, at least I wouldn't go down as a coward. Plus, I was (probably) the strongest of the group, and I wouldn't be going down anytime soon. She was steadily heading to Greg, who had tripped on a big branch and became a sitting duck for her. Hopefully, Kamina could stall her for me to reach her, but otherwise... as I crossed the grey landscape, I knew this way wouldn't end well. Then again, which other way could end well? Like declaring 'we surrender?' "Get back here. Hell can wait." I shouted, showing signs of... well, dying. I was dripping a purple liquid from my wound, staining the grass with an unnatural colour.
If I died, at least Davis would be here to watch... because, I could see his stark eyes beaming through the fog. Oh just go die, Davis. It's too late.
Here's my suggestion: make a storyline/plot (or at least an outline of one) of your character(s) and send it either me or Lugia, where we'll invite each other and check it.
Really just to guide people into what they should be doing, as well as to wedge characters into the main storyline (or more likely have them run alongside it). They can be denied for any reason though; lack of realism, cliches, already done by others, continuity errors, etc.
Please note I have not consulted this with Lugia, so don't start sending them yet. Plus, this may be too complex to actually do.
Really just to guide people into what they should be doing, as well as to wedge characters into the main storyline (or more likely have them run alongside it). They can be denied for any reason though; lack of realism, cliches, already done by others, continuity errors, etc.
Please note I have not consulted this with Lugia, so don't start sending them yet. Plus, this may be too complex to actually do.
Excuse me, but I find it rather ridiculous to find speech has been ignored. Especially with the limited time I have for that.
Which was wasted by homework. Which turns out wasn't actual homework. With the little time I had, I came up with that post, only to find a rather lacking response to it.
Which was wasted by homework. Which turns out wasn't actual homework. With the little time I had, I came up with that post, only to find a rather lacking response to it.
POST CONDEMNED FOR THE FOLLOWING: [DATA EXPUNGED]
DO NOT RESPOND UNTIL THE MATTER IS RESOLVED.
DO NOT RESPOND UNTIL THE MATTER IS RESOLVED.
6 pm NZ time = 1 am America time.
Yeah. Alright.
Yeah. Alright.
But posts don't need to be back-to-back. Heck, it's just another storyline in progress.
C'mon Lugia...
Post IC for us.
Post IC for us.
Lugia, please.
Some of us are busy.
Some of us are busy.
I won't be tomorrow.
Post today, we can both respond. Don't forget Captor.
Post today, we can both respond. Don't forget Captor.
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