I don't care if the joke/word is overused... It's just what Winterjet thinks xD
Also, sorry for short post.. Think I already squeezed the lemon as much as I could for this one.
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25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
Anywho!
25 y/o guy, currently student and living by myself, yada yada.
Veteran Roleplayer, with over 7-8 years of experience in both Pen & Paper and text based, with minimal LARP Experience. I have a great interest in fantasy settings and tends to dislike Post Apocalypse, or generally anything involving guns and modern weaponry. Gimme a sword and the ability to throw fire, and I'm happy.
I have relatively high standards and find myself somewhat disappointed if my posts are below 500 words, preferring ~1000+ whenever possible (sadly, not always easy). At the same time I expect similar standards from my fellow players. I also have a tendency to play female characters in spite of my being a guy, mainly because I find it more entertaining than playing the big burly guy.
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"Calm thyself, Brother mine," Theá said, voice strained and under tight control. "I can feel thy anger, and you must calm thyself lest your become the dark abyss. Be the gentle brook, flowing around the obstacles that presents them to thee. Do not succumb."
Even as she was fighting to not simply chase after Silver Scalpel and accidentally kill an innocent pony in the event that Meelo had been mistaken, she could feel the animalistic rage that swept off of Crashing in waves of sheer contempt and hatred. Something she could only understand all too well given her own state of mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. She turned around, eyes still closed, and faced Crashing. A small flex of her mind returned her appearance to that of a normal alicorn, and had a flute materialize in the air beside her head, held in her light green magic even as she opened her eyes and focused entirely on her brother, thoughts razing. She knew she had to calm him down, as how he had acted earlier gave her some suspicions that he would be unable to do so. I just hope this works.
She sat down by the lake and brought the flute to her lips, blowing through it once before she started playing. She played, eyes fixed on Crashing as she let her magic mix with the music, doing her best to calm the raging beast she knew he could become. It was a spell she had used on the larger beasts of Equestria and beyond in aeons past. From the smallest critter to the star beasts themselves, she had quenched their anger and made place for tranquility, for a time anyway.
As she continued to play, her wings unfurled, and from the trees surrounding them blew a breeze carrying her voice like a gentle caress against his ears. "Listen to me, Brother. Let not the Leviathans consume you. You are their master and guide, their sole protector and the divinity they follow."
She continued like that for a few minutes, wings remaining unfurled until she finished entirely, then folding back against her sides as the flute faded into nothing. I hope it worked. He is, in some ways, a wild beast what with the Leviathans. If nothing else, the mortals say music calms the soul. "Crashing, Brother. Do you feel well?" She asked, standing up and approaching. One of her wings unfurled and rested itself on his back, trying to comfort him if it was still needed.
"Daddy, do you have to go?" The small unicorn filly asked, balancing against her father's leg as she gazed sadly down at her.
"I have no choice, little Primrose. Theá asked this of me, and I have no choice but to obey. I swore an oath." Amaretto looked down at his daughter, smiling, and leaned down to give her a gently kiss on the forehead. "I will return in a few weeks, so I won't be gone long."
"But I want you to stay! I've been with you and Mommy only a month since you rescued me!" She stopped suddenly, getting back on all four hooves and hung her head. "I'll miss you, Daddy. Please come home quick." She didn't want to admit it, but even if she was only eleven years old, she knew what it meant to make a promise. Promises had to be kept.
"I will, Primrose. I will." He ruffled her mane with a hoof before turning around to his wife waiting behind them. "And you... I'll miss you, my love." Anything more he would have said was interrupted by the kiss she gave him.
"You better. Now, you should get going. Remember what Mister Meelo told you - you'll need it."
"I will. I'll see you two soon." Then, with a nod and a hug from Primrose, he turned around and made his way towards the edge of the clearing and through the trees.
Whoever you are, Silver Scalpel. I hope you like whiskey.
Winterjet hadn't moved for the past several minutes, brain too jumpled over to do much of any thinking. This Amifera seemed sane and, if she had to be honest, quite pleasant to be around. Arcon was a bit strict, though, as she had noted before. She definitely didn't like him very much, if only because he had treated Bright Scrolls so badly.
And Silver Sweeper. She didn't quite know what to say about her. Extremely kind, soft spoken if a bit energetic. But despite all of this, there was something she couldn't quite shake. A feeling that made her think of one thing, and only one.
Oddball.
Even as she was fighting to not simply chase after Silver Scalpel and accidentally kill an innocent pony in the event that Meelo had been mistaken, she could feel the animalistic rage that swept off of Crashing in waves of sheer contempt and hatred. Something she could only understand all too well given her own state of mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. She turned around, eyes still closed, and faced Crashing. A small flex of her mind returned her appearance to that of a normal alicorn, and had a flute materialize in the air beside her head, held in her light green magic even as she opened her eyes and focused entirely on her brother, thoughts razing. She knew she had to calm him down, as how he had acted earlier gave her some suspicions that he would be unable to do so. I just hope this works.
She sat down by the lake and brought the flute to her lips, blowing through it once before she started playing. She played, eyes fixed on Crashing as she let her magic mix with the music, doing her best to calm the raging beast she knew he could become. It was a spell she had used on the larger beasts of Equestria and beyond in aeons past. From the smallest critter to the star beasts themselves, she had quenched their anger and made place for tranquility, for a time anyway.
As she continued to play, her wings unfurled, and from the trees surrounding them blew a breeze carrying her voice like a gentle caress against his ears. "Listen to me, Brother. Let not the Leviathans consume you. You are their master and guide, their sole protector and the divinity they follow."
She continued like that for a few minutes, wings remaining unfurled until she finished entirely, then folding back against her sides as the flute faded into nothing. I hope it worked. He is, in some ways, a wild beast what with the Leviathans. If nothing else, the mortals say music calms the soul. "Crashing, Brother. Do you feel well?" She asked, standing up and approaching. One of her wings unfurled and rested itself on his back, trying to comfort him if it was still needed.
"Daddy, do you have to go?" The small unicorn filly asked, balancing against her father's leg as she gazed sadly down at her.
"I have no choice, little Primrose. Theá asked this of me, and I have no choice but to obey. I swore an oath." Amaretto looked down at his daughter, smiling, and leaned down to give her a gently kiss on the forehead. "I will return in a few weeks, so I won't be gone long."
"But I want you to stay! I've been with you and Mommy only a month since you rescued me!" She stopped suddenly, getting back on all four hooves and hung her head. "I'll miss you, Daddy. Please come home quick." She didn't want to admit it, but even if she was only eleven years old, she knew what it meant to make a promise. Promises had to be kept.
"I will, Primrose. I will." He ruffled her mane with a hoof before turning around to his wife waiting behind them. "And you... I'll miss you, my love." Anything more he would have said was interrupted by the kiss she gave him.
"You better. Now, you should get going. Remember what Mister Meelo told you - you'll need it."
"I will. I'll see you two soon." Then, with a nod and a hug from Primrose, he turned around and made his way towards the edge of the clearing and through the trees.
Whoever you are, Silver Scalpel. I hope you like whiskey.
Winterjet hadn't moved for the past several minutes, brain too jumpled over to do much of any thinking. This Amifera seemed sane and, if she had to be honest, quite pleasant to be around. Arcon was a bit strict, though, as she had noted before. She definitely didn't like him very much, if only because he had treated Bright Scrolls so badly.
And Silver Sweeper. She didn't quite know what to say about her. Extremely kind, soft spoken if a bit energetic. But despite all of this, there was something she couldn't quite shake. A feeling that made her think of one thing, and only one.
Oddball.
Careful, mate. Directly controlling one of those corrupted entities is... a bit of a big thing.
Not vetoing it, just asking you to think about what you do.
Not vetoing it, just asking you to think about what you do.
Grimdark... nothing has been edited o_O I just looked at it, and nothing has been changed, nor does it say "Edited [x amount of time] ago"
Try again. Sometimes the sites is a bit buggy, I've found.
Try again. Sometimes the sites is a bit buggy, I've found.
Grimdark... nothing has been edited o_O I just looked at it, and nothing has been changed, nor does it say "Edited [x amount of time] ago"
Try again. Sometimes the sites is a bit buggy, I've found.
Try again. Sometimes the sites is a bit buggy, I've found.
EldritchOne said
Alrighty then.Also good god Grim, you're treating the situation like I am the harbinger of the bloody apocalypse man, I ain't even close enough yet for this amount of doom-mongering :P
Yet
As did I, but it's technically my character, and Theá knows nothing of that book, so why should that pegasus even be there?
Gomene ^^
Gomene ^^
Oi, Grimdark, as much as I like the idea of what you just wrote, that Pegasus (I assume) was a follower of Theá's, correct? Going by that logic she sort of falls under my control. What you're doing here is pretty much controlling Theá indirectly, as her being there insinuates that Theá ordered her to be there which she obviously did not. I'd appreciate it if you took that out. It's practically god modding :/
Alright, edited it. I just thought that he had said it when they were still outside. My mistake ^^
EldritchOne said
I have insurance :PAlthough I must say I find those daft spies of hers annoying... a little game breaky really, maybe I should start executing the local wildlife.Also Scalpel never announced his name in the forest, unless your owl decided to roost in his laboratory I doubt he'd be able to hear shit.
If he's aware of them (and he might very well notice a few who creeps a bit closer than should be natural) then he can do away with them just as any normal animal. The tell-tale sign is that they're somewhat translucent if you get within a few metres distance. Their obvious weakness is that they have to act like any normal animal to remain unnoticed, so if they deviate then they'll quickly be discovered and probably killed... much like I expect Scalpel will now that he's (probably) noticed some animals creep a bit too close to his hide-out. A few too many strangely translucent rats or mice, for example.
Also, I re-read your post where he said his name, and it seemed like it was in the forest he said it... Anywho. I'll go edit it. Honey's lack of legs would be enough validation for her to track him down.
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