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Remember that one time when the Demon's Souls servers were still up?
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Remember that one time when Scaramouche got killed off right after he did that amazing dance and it was the biggest tragedy in the entire series?
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Remember that one time when you could look at who's been checking out your profile and attention whores like me could be giddy that random people that I may or may not know are paying attention to me?
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Remember that if you ever feel like you're terrible at naming things, just know that my friends dragged me into playing a dark and serious MMO where a boss was named "Deathkill."
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I'm here, I'm here. I'm not entirely sure if I'm waiting for someone else, though...
Yeah, yeah, I'll try and remember to post tonight.
“Wait for me, Nina!” I call out as I follow her to get some food. I guess she wants to stake out a good seat or something? If she wanted to get there quick, I could probably just try and teleport her there… Actually, on second thought, I probably shouldn’t, that feels like it wouldn’t turn out so well for some reason…
After grabbing a seat with Nina and actually eating my food, I decide that it seems better than last time. Maybe food just tastes better after working for most of the day? I’ll have to see if this is the case tomorrow, or maybe even a few more days if I really want to be sure about it. Unfortunately, though, some other team decides that they can cramp my style, and as they futilely attempt to answer Nina’s question, I decide to give them a piece of my mind.
“Ok,” I cut in. “Wait, stop. I’ve seen cripples strike better poses than that. What are you trying to convey with this formation, your sense of balance? Where’s the dynamic? If you don’t have the sense to appreciate style, then don’t even try it.” And with that, I leave the “awesome” team to finish putting their thoughts together, though Chip does perfectly time a kick to one of their shins right after I get up and leave. Just as I start down the hall, I hear a familiar voice call to my attention:
“Hello.” My brother says as I turn towards him, feeling like I’m about to have the mother of all heart attacks.
“Oh hi Leon,” I sputter out quickly. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here I mean why would you ever come around to a place like this when there’s so much to do back home I mean seriously I needed to take such a huge break from it all and relax a little bit but then you show up all of the sudden and how did you even get down here-”
“Spare me the usual prattling, sister,” Leon says, his tone strangely devoid of any negativity. “To answer your question, I decided to leave and track you down myself. As for how I got in, the sentries let me in. The fools probably mistook me for you.” True enough, he looks almost exactly like me, save for his eyes being a different shade of blue and the fact that he wears a necklace instead of a scarf, though the latter would be the only difference that’s immediately noticeable.
“Oh…,” I say awkwardly as I start to calm down a little bit. “You didn’t come here alone, did you?” He shakes his head.
“I was asked to bring Dimon and MacArthur,” My brother answers with a tinge of annoyance. “Though I in turn asked them to wait outside. Now, if you’re done asking your questions, come with me; we’re going home.”
“I… I can’t,” I say, deciding to elaborate after he looks at me with confusion. “I can’t go back there, not now. I can’t sit in a room my whole life listening to political intrigue with a blank smile, you know? I’ve got to find my own place in life first… I feel like it’s what Mom would have wanted…” Leon goes silent for a moment before answering me;
“Well then…,” he says. “I suppose I could misdirect them for a few days… Perhaps this is a good opportunity to do a little searching of my own…” He grabs his pendant in his hand as he speaks, and he turns to leave, teleporting away before I can thank him. I go back to our team’s room, closing the door quietly and laying down on my bed. I open my journal and try to write another journal entry, but I can’t seem to get anything written down, so I just start absentmindedly doodling until I get tired and throw the book down at the side of the bed, trying to go to sleep.
After grabbing a seat with Nina and actually eating my food, I decide that it seems better than last time. Maybe food just tastes better after working for most of the day? I’ll have to see if this is the case tomorrow, or maybe even a few more days if I really want to be sure about it. Unfortunately, though, some other team decides that they can cramp my style, and as they futilely attempt to answer Nina’s question, I decide to give them a piece of my mind.
“Ok,” I cut in. “Wait, stop. I’ve seen cripples strike better poses than that. What are you trying to convey with this formation, your sense of balance? Where’s the dynamic? If you don’t have the sense to appreciate style, then don’t even try it.” And with that, I leave the “awesome” team to finish putting their thoughts together, though Chip does perfectly time a kick to one of their shins right after I get up and leave. Just as I start down the hall, I hear a familiar voice call to my attention:
“Hello.” My brother says as I turn towards him, feeling like I’m about to have the mother of all heart attacks.
“Oh hi Leon,” I sputter out quickly. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here I mean why would you ever come around to a place like this when there’s so much to do back home I mean seriously I needed to take such a huge break from it all and relax a little bit but then you show up all of the sudden and how did you even get down here-”
“Spare me the usual prattling, sister,” Leon says, his tone strangely devoid of any negativity. “To answer your question, I decided to leave and track you down myself. As for how I got in, the sentries let me in. The fools probably mistook me for you.” True enough, he looks almost exactly like me, save for his eyes being a different shade of blue and the fact that he wears a necklace instead of a scarf, though the latter would be the only difference that’s immediately noticeable.
“Oh…,” I say awkwardly as I start to calm down a little bit. “You didn’t come here alone, did you?” He shakes his head.
“I was asked to bring Dimon and MacArthur,” My brother answers with a tinge of annoyance. “Though I in turn asked them to wait outside. Now, if you’re done asking your questions, come with me; we’re going home.”
“I… I can’t,” I say, deciding to elaborate after he looks at me with confusion. “I can’t go back there, not now. I can’t sit in a room my whole life listening to political intrigue with a blank smile, you know? I’ve got to find my own place in life first… I feel like it’s what Mom would have wanted…” Leon goes silent for a moment before answering me;
“Well then…,” he says. “I suppose I could misdirect them for a few days… Perhaps this is a good opportunity to do a little searching of my own…” He grabs his pendant in his hand as he speaks, and he turns to leave, teleporting away before I can thank him. I go back to our team’s room, closing the door quietly and laying down on my bed. I open my journal and try to write another journal entry, but I can’t seem to get anything written down, so I just start absentmindedly doodling until I get tired and throw the book down at the side of the bed, trying to go to sleep.
Anyways, if @Lavulman would be kind enough to post in the IC, that would be nice, but if he's busy, I'll understand.
Super sorry, I've just had a really bad case of writer's block for a while now and I've been having trouble tearing myself away from reading SBR. I got a bit of a post written the other day, I'll try and finish it later tonight.
I think I officially forgot what this RP was about.
If no one can remember, we can always just retcon it to be about fighting the Demon Lord Nobunaga.
No, that's the one I was actually in, Lugia.
“Feh!” Lusser exclaimed, scoffing at Erion’s claims of good weather. “This air is about as ‘fresh’ as waking up to a bucket of water to the face! Such a beautiful land, if not for it’s abysmal cold…” Lusser didn’t really know why he was so much more vocal to voice his opinions on the weather than any of the more controversial feelings he held. Perhaps it was simply so banal that it wasn’t worth keeping inside, and he simply felt more inclined to vent about it; he didn’t get the chance to vent about things very often, after all.
“You should indeed consider visiting your family,” Lusser chimed in once the subject came up. “They don’t last forever, you see…” He trailed off with a sigh. Lusser managed to avoid thinking about such touchy subjects often enough, but even he had to be a little sentimental about his losses. He simply shrugged in acceptance when Feuertanz explained why the use of a cart would be inefficient, but he had a bit more to say about Erion’s revelation.
“Assassins?” Lusser repeated, not believing for a second that they wouldn’t follow him here. “As if we needed more potential problems…” He didn’t see any positives to turning on him; if there wasn’t a prior agreement, he could just as easily be rewarded with a mere “thank you,” and if they were either smart, or Erion’s story was true, they’d turn on him, too. After all, why trust a traitor? Whatever the case, it seemed to him that they would be stuck together for a while, so he might as well accept it.
“You should indeed consider visiting your family,” Lusser chimed in once the subject came up. “They don’t last forever, you see…” He trailed off with a sigh. Lusser managed to avoid thinking about such touchy subjects often enough, but even he had to be a little sentimental about his losses. He simply shrugged in acceptance when Feuertanz explained why the use of a cart would be inefficient, but he had a bit more to say about Erion’s revelation.
“Assassins?” Lusser repeated, not believing for a second that they wouldn’t follow him here. “As if we needed more potential problems…” He didn’t see any positives to turning on him; if there wasn’t a prior agreement, he could just as easily be rewarded with a mere “thank you,” and if they were either smart, or Erion’s story was true, they’d turn on him, too. After all, why trust a traitor? Whatever the case, it seemed to him that they would be stuck together for a while, so he might as well accept it.
Sorry, I've been putting this off for way too long. I'll try and write something up by tomorrow morning at the latest.
And then everyone died, the end.
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That didn't help at all...
I feel kind of bad about just taking their papers back after we beat them up, but I guess it’s a form of payback. I mean, they did try to beat us up. When Chip uses the badges to teleport us home, I try and follow along and act like I totally remember that they can do that. Because I do, obviously. Yeah. I mean, who wouldn’t? I laugh maybe a little too nervously as the Drifblim hands us our reward, thanking him as he left. One hundred and fifty pokedollars, times three… That would be, what, four hundred and fifty, total?
“That paid pretty well, all things considered.” I realize. Did he know that we were going to get in a fight like this all along? Maybe... is he actually some sort of chessmaster, orchestrating everything from behind the scenes, all for his own gain? Actually, I guess that the one most likely to be the chessmaster is the guild leader. Like, maybe the crazy guildmaster we met earlier was just a figurehead designed to fool us into thinking that he’s just acting like a crazy kook and is actually super awesome, but he’s actually just a crazy kook, and the real guildmaster is an AI buried underneath the guild designed to protect the last vestiges of civilization from destruction, and it’s interpreting this as getting rid of anyone who gets too powerful, because last time everyone just blew each other up or something, and this Desia pokemon might just be someone who’s only accidentally upset the status quo, or maybe that’s what any number of the other outlaw-types are, and we’re just contributing to the eternal stagnation of our own kind. And maybe WE were the true villains all al-
"Hey, Rebecca, have you seen Levita around here, anywhere?" Nina asks, interrupting my train of thought. I stop, thinking for a moment. I mean, the last time I saw her was in that grassy field. Where could she have gone off to since then?
“Well, I think Levita likes to take walks a lot,” I muse. “She could have taken one earlier, I guess?” Or maybe she learned too much and upset the secret true guildmaster, and we’re better off not knowing where she is now, which is honestly a lot more scary to me. Either way, we’re hopefully going to run into her again at some point. For now, though, finding something nice to eat (to celebrate our very first job well done) actually sounds like a pretty solid idea.
“That paid pretty well, all things considered.” I realize. Did he know that we were going to get in a fight like this all along? Maybe... is he actually some sort of chessmaster, orchestrating everything from behind the scenes, all for his own gain? Actually, I guess that the one most likely to be the chessmaster is the guild leader. Like, maybe the crazy guildmaster we met earlier was just a figurehead designed to fool us into thinking that he’s just acting like a crazy kook and is actually super awesome, but he’s actually just a crazy kook, and the real guildmaster is an AI buried underneath the guild designed to protect the last vestiges of civilization from destruction, and it’s interpreting this as getting rid of anyone who gets too powerful, because last time everyone just blew each other up or something, and this Desia pokemon might just be someone who’s only accidentally upset the status quo, or maybe that’s what any number of the other outlaw-types are, and we’re just contributing to the eternal stagnation of our own kind. And maybe WE were the true villains all al-
"Hey, Rebecca, have you seen Levita around here, anywhere?" Nina asks, interrupting my train of thought. I stop, thinking for a moment. I mean, the last time I saw her was in that grassy field. Where could she have gone off to since then?
“Well, I think Levita likes to take walks a lot,” I muse. “She could have taken one earlier, I guess?” Or maybe she learned too much and upset the secret true guildmaster, and we’re better off not knowing where she is now, which is honestly a lot more scary to me. Either way, we’re hopefully going to run into her again at some point. For now, though, finding something nice to eat (to celebrate our very first job well done) actually sounds like a pretty solid idea.
Hi, Lavul! By the way, I kinda wish I had any idea of what Stale wanted to do with that character, but I guess those ideas are leaving with them, huh?
Yeah, I guess so...
Is it my turn yet? I'll try and get something written up later if it is.
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