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8 yrs ago
Remember that one time when the Demon's Souls servers were still up?
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9 yrs ago
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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9 yrs ago
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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9 yrs ago
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."
Noted, and hey, usually we'd have to wait even longer.
Also... I've noticed your new avatars, heh.
While my legs just don't quit, my arms seem to be in a different category altogether. But yeah, I decided to try and not keep you all waiting too long again.
Another continuation in my trend of exponentially bishonen avatars. I think I may have reached the pinnacle for now, though. There aren't many things in the world that can claim to be as glamorous as Mettaton.
“Finally,” Rebecca said as she arrived back in the guild, lackadaisically twirling around to take in take in the atmosphere. “Home sweet home. Now all that’s left to do is rest and hope I don’t start having any horrible recurring...-” Her stomach rumbled loudly. Oh yeah, that too... She followed the Growlithe to the dining room, deciding that being rescued was a good enough excuse for hanging out for a little while. The Ralts grabbed some of what little food remained this late in the day and sat down next to who she decided was a friend, even if he did seem to be a little more business-minded than she was.
“So,” Rebecca said in between bites. “What’s your name? Do you usually work alone, or are you on a team like we are?” She stifled a small yawn, the energy from the food unable to completely stave off her exhaustion.
I did the impossible today and carried a heavy object around for more than a couple of minutes. My arms now feel like noodles. I will try to post once they feel better.
“Of course we can share,” Akira said as she returned his smile. “I mean, I did such a wonderful job supervising up there that you’d have to pay me something for it.” Aside from her attempts at humor, though, it was kind of hard to strike up an actual conversation. She almost started grumbling about how nice it would be to have a phone herself before she realized that she didn’t have anyone other than Pax to call. Then again, one of the first things that she noticed about humans since she came here was that though they spent a lot of time staring at their phones, they didn’t use them to call each other very often. She’d probably just end up looking at stupid videos on the internet between naps, which was fine by her.
After more thoughts on the subject, they eventually ended up back at the apartment. Akira rolled her eyes as Pax just dropped the body on the floor without a second thought and left to wash the rust off of her hands. Even if Pax just spilt Coke all over the floor, it wouldn’t crust over and start smelling as weird as blood would. It probably wouldn’t give him as many diseases, either. She sighed as she went back into the living room, kicked off her boots, sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs before throwing her feet on the coffee table, lolling her head back against the top of the couch for a moment.
“So he’ll pay the bills and all that for a while, right?” The demon asked, looking over the various items with mild interest. She didn’t really like crunching numbers too much, mostly because she was never taught about how to do it, so she generally left that sort of thing to Paxton. The general bureaucracy of the human world was something she could never wrap her head around.
EDIT: Alright, hope it's good. I wanted to write something tonight since I'll be working most of tomorrow and didn't want to keep you waiting, lavulman. If there's anything weird about the post I'll fix it next I have time :)
It's fine, hon. Don't count on seeing anything from me tonight, though. Long story short, Kohai's brother messaged me on Steam and we talked about some heavy stuff for a while. I'll probably PM the details to you later, but I should probably just clarify for now that everything's fine.
Not a problem, I enjoyed myself for what it's worth. Hope you have a fun time.
And to you new people, there WAS a direction of the game, but of course, you wouldn't know of it as you got in just as our first GM was on her way out and the plotlines were being switched around. Try to understand that, or at least, not question why someone leaves. Thanks, hope you all have a good time with this.
Can't speak for anyone else, but I never questioned why anyone left, both of you already made that clear. It's what it was like before and why people liked it that I'm interested in hearing about. Believe it or not, getting people's reasoning on why they don't like or don't want to do something can be really helpful if you're GMing or planning on GMing a game. Actually, feedback is helpful in general, but it's not really worth all that much if people aren't clear about it. But yeah, do what you want and have fun doing it.
“You could at least get the poor girl a Happy Meal, you know.” Akira deadpanned, watching the “bird” fly back home as she lounged around on a fire escape overlooking the blood-stained alley. She found it to be a stupid place to watch the action from, though, considering that it ended up getting rust all over her hands. Still, being up there gave her an excuse to avoid handling the body and risking getting any blood on her clothes. She brought her gaze back to Paxton lugging the dead man back to the apartment, not sure whether he was simply getting rid of it or if he'd decided that he needed it for another one of his rituals.
“So did you find anything good,” The demon asked cordially. “Or do you want to wait until we're back home to share?” She smiled, front flipping over the railing and landing on the ground near her partner almost silently, with nothing more than a subtle “whoosh” to denote the cushioned impact. She followed Paxton along their trek back with her hands in her coat pockets, the sight of a dead body unable to faze someone who used to see far worse on an almost daily basis.
I can't say I understand what the original intent of the RP was or where anyone thought it would be going, or why those potentially changing would require people to leave on such vague explanations, but I don't really feel like packing up while I have a post half-written and there's still a nice number of players left.
Lemme know what y'all think of Addie, I'm pretty new to play-by-post. So feel free to call me out on my crap.
You're slipping between first and third person sometimes, I've noticed. Different communities have different preferences, but they generally don't care as long as you stick to one or the other.
But yeah, everyone's been there at one point or another. Generally just be willing to offer/accept feedback and you'll probably do fine. Like writing anything else, it's a learning experience that never really ends, but you'll probably end up great at it in no time. If you're ever unsure if you're doing something right, skimming through guides like this one can help out a lot, and if that doesn't help, always feel free to ask your fellow RPers.
@gravity22@lavulman@bobert778 you three are approved and can move your CS's to the characters tab. Then feel free to jump into the IC.
Sure thing. I'll probably wait for Bobert, though. Hopefully he can post later tonight. In the meantime, I'm tired as hell.
Oh, and @mewgirl99? I can't really say I've known you for long or at all, but it looks like you're going through a rough patch. I don't know how rough it is, or how long it'll last, and I'm kind of shitty at offering advice, but in those kinds of situations I've always tried to remember to stay smart, stay strong, and stay beautiful, especially on the inside. Things always get better eventually, and once you start thinking that they won't, it can be hard to pick yourself back up, especially if you've convinced yourself that there's no one out there who will stop and offer you a shoulder to lean on.
Akira is a mostly humanoid demon, standing slightly over 6’3, her height accentuated by her fine posture. Her skin is the same rough black as a piece of charcoal, and her eyes glow a fiery red similar to molten lava. Her surprisingly soft and well-rounded facial features clash with her unnaturally sharp teeth, which tend to shine whenever she smiles. A plume of hair the same shade of red as her eyes runs from her head to the small of her back, which is surrounded by a pair of large black wings that fold almost perfectly into her back when not in use. A long, spaded tail protrudes from below her waist, usually resting alongside her well-defined legs. Her fingers are normally clawed, but she tries to keep them filed down when she can.
Glamoured, her skin turns from black to olive. Her eyes become a much more mundane shade of brown, and her plume of fiery red-orange hair is replaced by a head of black hair of equal length, which she tends to let fall behind her naturally. Her claws are replaced by short fingernails, and her tail and wings are completely hidden, though she generally hides them under her clothes anyways. Though she passes for a human and channels a decent portion of her energy into enhancing the glamour to cover senses other than sight, her disguise is ultimately cosmetic, and she can only manage to fool five of the six senses.
The Basics Name: Akira Hazetaka (true name untranscribable to human writing) Age: 548 Gender: Female Species: Demon
On-Hand Daily clothing:
A black textile motorcycle jacket, worn over a red T-shirt reading “Devils Never Cry” layered over a black, long-sleeved T-shirt.
Typical jeans held by an unremarkable black belt.
Black leather boots worn over a long pair of socks.
Weapon: A curious weapon made of congealed hellfire. It normally resides in Hell, though she can summon it as either a longsword or a trident whenever she pleases. Equipment: Her jacket, fitted with a surprising amount of pockets of varying sizes. Extra clothing: One extra grey long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans. The set of armor she left Hell in
Elementals and Abilities Elementals: Fire Abilities: Normally, Akira has the ability to both control the movement of air and ignite it as needed, but with a portion of her power dedicated to reinforcing her glamour, she can only create and control wind on its own. She can similarly use this control over heat to give lift to her normally insufficient wings, again, provided she isn’t glamoured. In either state, she possesses speed and endurance far beyond human limits, as well as a complete resistance to high temperatures.
Companions Paxton “Pax” Gerelade
Biography
Akira was born out of the many, many conflicts of the 15th century. Perhaps “born” would be a misleading term, though. She had no true parents, family, or childhood to guide and distinguish her growth. She simply appeared in Hell one day as normal as any other, and those stronger and smarter than her decided her task based on her own strengths. Due to her ability to traverse any plane of Hell astoundingly quickly, she was almost exclusively tasked with carrying and delivering all manner of things; resources she wasn’t allowed to use, information that she wasn’t allowed to know, in addition to any other odd jobs that could be assigned. Essentially, a glorified imp. Not that she really minded; travelling around as much as she did kept her mind off of the more depressing aspects of her situation.
But it turned out that Hell just gets boring after a few centuries. To her, at least. She was smart enough to know that she was too weak to climb any higher up the hierarchy. And as human technology and culture advanced, word of it began to trickle down from those lucky enough to leave to see it. She sought out this information wherever and however she could, the subject of humanity interesting her now more than ever. She wondered what it would be like to see it for herself, decade after decade, until one day, she encountered something she’d never seen before in any of her travels: A glowing circle on the ground, adorned with figures she didn’t quite understand. A voice spoke to her from it, in a language that she did understand. It asked her a few questions about her home and her kind, which she answered tentatively. After a while, she was asked if she wanted to leave. She hesitated, wondering if she had anything left to lose. Shrugging, she threw aside whatever cargo she was carrying at the time and nodded, and was whisked away to another world.
Though she actually wasn’t quite sure what she would do with her life in the human world, the man who pulled her into it, Paxton Gerelade, insisted that she stay and tell him more about demons and Hell. She agreed, partially because she felt indebted to him a chance at life “up above”, and partially because she was interested in learning more about the art of fighting known as demon hunting. Despite Paxton’s glamour allowing him to pass for a human for the most part, she has much more trouble getting a job, and has delegated herself to both keeping the apartment in clean and working order alongside being Paxton’s partner in crime.
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