Lady Seraphina

Unlikely Heroes

BlessedWraith (Weaver)

I think so.

Anyone know how I'm supposed to retrieve my character sheet? RPG has been inaccessible to me.

Unlikely Heroes

Perry

Maxim "Max" Emillianov - Urban Grinds

The specialist had not dismissed him, nor had he sounded exactly confident about plausible diagnosis when he prescribed a bunch of tests, Max had lost the count, specially because he had to decide whether or not to pay for tests which would in the long run (judging by the doctor's reaction) would provide more questions than answers. He tried to see it as a small consolation that Viktor agreed with his impression of the specialist. Maybe now that his sight was taken (there were short episodes in which he could see again, some times vague shapes and sometimes with bright colors and full details) he had already started coping by sharpening his other senses, providing him for instance with better insight about the doctor judging by his tone of voice, without having to depend on facial expressions.

A lunch at a Café was much less expensive than any of the tests, both friends had agreed. They would strictly stay together, and refuse to leave for a more private location, and try to get behind this Wilson's case. Even fortune seemed to smile upon their decision, or they preferred to believe it did, and Max could leave the blindfold in his pocket, braced with ordinary shades against the light piercing through his skull. He could even tell general shades of light intensity, even though not in conventional colors he knew and mostly shades which made little sense compared to what reason dictated they should stand for. Yet alone the fact that he did not have to keep his eyes closed all the time was nothing short of a good omen. Maybe it was excessive stress or some nonsense of the sort and went away given time, without them having to do anything about it.

Entering a random Café with shades on and speaking Russian rose stares in most parts of the world, though. Having shades on and speaking French would have most probably been "fashionable", speaking British English (not the one real Brits spoke on random streets, though, but rather the one famous actors did) would have been "classy", speaking something Scandinavian (even though most people had no idea how languages spoken in Scandinavia differed from one another) would have been "eccentric". Russian was not rare enough to be considered exotic, nor was it chic and romantic by reputation, and did not even have the merit of not being recognized by the majority. But today Max did not want to care about people, today he was fed up and in pain and insecure and needed the sanctuary of his mother tongue while speaking with his life long best friend.

"About how old were the couple?", Viktor tried desperately to get a clue of what they would be looking for once they opened the door and entered Urban Grinds. "Not old, I guess?" All the confidence Max has built up about the development of his new skills was fading as he realized how little he could tell about the two he had met yesterday without having been able to see their faces. "And what is old?", Viktor tried harder. "Like parents' age?" It was not the best he could do, Max knew well, and was waiting for Viktor to lash out some form of anger at him any moment. Instead his friend took a deep breath and pulled the door open. "There must be at least three of them at the table", Max tried harder to be helpful, "The couple and this Wilson." Slightly pursing his lips Viktor added "If none of them is late." While Max was trying to persuade his friend about how he did not believe they were the latecomer kind of people, Viktor took Max' cellphone out of his pocket and called the number the woman had saved.

Fortunately there was only one woman who looked at her phone at the right time, and she even looked up and waved at them. Hanging up and putting the cell in Max' hand, Viktor grabbed his arm in order to lead Max to the right table "Found them.", he said. A rather shy "Hello." from Max and a friendly "Hi, hope we are not too late." from Viktor were all that was said before the two friends stood a bit awkwardly at the table, still uncertain as to whether or not they should just take seats and order, or to wait for a word of invitation from the doctor who had supposedly hoped to spend his day off quietly with his assistant and her husband. Gently Viktor put Max' hand on the back of a chair. From beneath the shades one could see a shadow of disbelief in Max' stare as his fingers realized to which object the bizarre shapes his eyes saw actually belonged.​

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I did Write's because his was short and he was persistent, but rest assured I'll finish rereading and critique yours as well. The first thing to note, as I alluded to in the contest, is that you almost always use 'there' instead of 'their'.

@Lugubrious

I went back in and fixed as many instances of that as I could find.

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@Lugubrious I know I won the contest but is there any criticism you can offer me or anything you especially liked? I am attempting to improve my writing so feedback both positive and negative is important.

@Prince of Seraphs

I would also like any criticism or feedback on the submission I had even if you just want to PM it. Anything you liked/didn't like would be very helpful!

@Write

@Lugubrious Reminder.

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Does anyone else have plans to enter the contest? If not could we move the judging up to this weekend?

Running from the World

I'll get a post up tomorrow but we need more of the active players to post if we are going to keep this alive.

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Fifteen people in the contest (not including the Judge), FOURTH PLACE now available.

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Sapphire Rode - Airdocks

Sapphire smiled triumphantly as she saw the edge of the cliff turn to mud and begin to destabilize all around Ebon trapping him in the mud. This quickly turned to disgust as Gren grabbed the arrogant child by the Kingdom and tossed him free of the collapsing dirt as a small chunk of the cliff went crashing into the waters below. He was wrong though. Sapphire knew she had far more violent impulses than was healthy but it was far from the way she relieved her distress. She'd attacked Ebon because, for lack of a better way to describe it, he gave off an unnerving air. Something about the way he had been staring at her had caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She'd approached him with weapons drawn and the feeling had vanished almost instantly. Sapphire felt certain the feeling came from him though no reason to assume so and no evidence to support herself. Just a bad feeling.

The smile reappeared on Sapphire's face when Gren pointed his weapon directly into Ebon's face and berated him for his idiotic behavior. The boy cursed and stormed away from the rapidly growing group of people. She watched him depart with satisfaction until a hand touched her shoulder. For a brief moment Sapphire was tempted to lash out. To grab her weapon and slash at anyone that would touch her, anyone that would try to hurt her. Her muscles twitched towards the daggers strapped to her arms but just as quickly as it came the impulse subsided. She was at Beacon, she was safe, no one here wanted to add to her many scars, some of which just peaked out of the tank top she had on. It was just Abel. Nonetheless Sapphire didn't like people touching her. She shrugged his hand off her body. "Don't touch me." she said her voice a harsh whisper as sharp as a knife and filled with venom. Mentally she reminded herself to have an insulated coat ordered. The thought of Abel's electric semblance was one of the only things that had kept her from stabbing him when he'd surprised her.

Sapphire looked at all the people standing around with worry and concern etched into there faces. Her eyes darted to the people that had attempted to intervene "You're right Sepia... this is none of your business, and you" she said turning to Delta "Keep your Brownie on a leash."

Sapphire sheathed her weapons and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Gren, I appreciate your high handed attempt to defend my honor or my person or whatever the hell that was but I don't need anyone to finish my battles for me. That was my fight and I had it handled." She glanced around at everyone who were all deathly silent. "Weren't we planning on having a night on the town?" she said looking at everyone's faces. "Or is that off the table now?"

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I think it's more that no one's bothering to post for the things because the missions are coming, honestly. Aside from anyone's who been working on a collab (I know two members of my own team were), there's no point to do anything. It's all timeskipped past come Saturday, so anyone who isn't already where they're going has no reason to bother.

@Krayzikk

He's got a point, there isn't really time for us to do any sort of concrete action or anything that will have a lasting impact so the desire to bother has more or less deserted us.

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@Guess Who