Lugubrious

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

Dibs list? Do you mean for what Pokemon we'll be catching?

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

I did a bit of an advertisement, since we're temporarily open. Two cool guys, Nuttyjigs and Mizos. With me they stuck to a roleplay called Living Reflection even though the OP herself has quit.

Any thoughts about this Goron fellow, Potemno? I'm thinking of making him a character down the road. Maybe.

Dungeon Keepers

I quite like reading it. I see no obvious faults.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP, interest check and signups

I guess it's still open, but you might as well not bother at this point.

Unlikely Heroes

Any sort of hint of safety had been good enough for Adam in the heat of the moment, but now that the adrenaline was running on short supply he was starting to realize that the deadly flight of gunshots would likely at all be hindered by a jumble of thorny vines. Plus, now that he was wading through the prickly pants, he was starting to get the idea that he didn't want to be in here, either. Of course he had no clue who was trying to kill him, but if they were anything like the psychos in the movies, they'd be firing indiscriminately into the brush. If that happened, these briers would offer about as much protection as paper. Fortunately, though, it looked like only a few more meters until he was free of them and could start running again. A growing pain in his calf, however, made the option of a panicked run seem less and less feasible by the minute; he must have snagged his pants and leg on part of the thicket and gotten pierced by the thorns.

Upon exiting the brambles, he found himself with a few of the people who had been in the van with him. He arrived just in time to see a brown-haired woman tumble over the edge of a nearby slope, broken branch in hand. In the split second before she vanished, he was momentarily dazzled by sunlight glinting off some sort of coating on the branch. Before he could run over to see how far the slope went, he was overcome by a searing pain in his lower leg. The agony forced him onto his knees, and as he probed the wound he found blood running freely. He tensed, scared and hurt, not only by the wound but by its implication: if he could not run, the murderers on his tail would catch him. When a nearby man asked if anyone was hurt, he was the first to reply. "I think...I've been...pricked or shot or something...can someone help?" Focused on his own problem, Adam didn't notice the man's unusual appearance.

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

No worries.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

The parameters by which Cain searched led him to stop briefly among the party of Gorons that had recently come down from the mountains. He regarded them before entering the crowd, having stopped on the wall of a townhouse. Out of all those living in the World of Light, he liked Gorons the most. They were proud and powerful, yet also intensely compassionate. By generally staying in Death Mountain they bothered nobody with pretensions or ambitions, and when they did come down from their lofty, stony home, they treated those they met with respect and brotherly companionship. This was a people that would never usurp a throne, invade a realm, or betray their own. Some categorized the Gorons as stupid, but in Cain's vision, they were perhaps the wisest of all, and worth tolerating. If the World of Light were to end, their destruction would be a deep regret to him. He resumed his search, jumping between the shadows of the children of the earth and succinctly looking at each one for any anomaly.

As he was scrutinizing one individual, he heard a loud, hefty crunch behind him. Initially paying it no mind, Cain was very surprised to hear a deep, rumbling voice call from the same direction. “I have found you, shadow-walker!”

The Twili whirled, equally enraged that he had apparently been found and intrigued at who might have been able to do so. He was currently cast over the back of the stocky merchant he had examined before, and when he faced about his red irises flared. Before him, sitting upon a simple rug and with a half-eaten slab of granite in one hand, was a Goron with one eye.

This specimen was large and portly, even for his kind, and heavily tattooed. Cain instantly spotted the symbols of autumn, Din, Sheikah, and Zora, as well as plenty of Goron marks. Rather than the normal small, black marble eye of his race, his left eye was solid yellow, and streaks of the same color flowed out across his craggy cheek as if they were tears. Though difficult to make out without getting closer, there appeared to be markings on the eye: six shapes arranged in a circle, three of them triangles pointing inward and three of them circles, all arranged in an alternating pattern.. He wore several arm bands, each crafted of either copper, tin, or bronze, if Cain could guess. Next to his feet, resting on the carpet beside its own, was a large satchel embroidered from dark red fabric interspersed with gold in intricate, no doubt cultural designs. A hard-looking, sphere-shaped lump in the bag suggested the presence of a weapon, even in the genial atmosphere of the Festival of Time. Finally, a little smile played across the stone giant's wide, black lips.

“How did you see me?”
The smile grew larger. “This eye of mine is just a scar, nothing magical here. My gift is patience and observation. You must have escaped notice for so long. It is because people, no matter their breed, are always in a rush to get the most out of their lives. I live for a long time, and I've learned to slow down and notice the little things. Like a living shadow. Are you a spirit?”

Cain shrugged, a spark of amusement in his eye. “Maybe—a lost spirit, that is. Tell me this, brother. Do you here voices in the night?”
At that, the Goron shook his head, and seriousness replaced the glimmer of joy on his huge features. “I suspected you were looking for something or someone. It seems I, Potemno, am not who you seek.”
Much of the interest that had illuminated the Twili's eyes faded. It became obvious, even in his ephemeral form, that he wanted to move on. “Pity. Then I, Cain, must depart. If you happen to see a noble ranger, a fishy merchant, an old whitebeard, or a masked man, please don't hesitate to direct them to the graveyard.” He left the green-clothed child from the list, since there were so many running around and to attempt to single one out would be nigh-impossible. “You know where it is?”

The Goron called Potemno nodded. “Fair winds and smooth roads.”

“Let us hope.” With that, Cain vanished again. Potemno watched him go. Strange that someone could look so evil and yet act so civilized. Thinking about his dark visitor, the Goron absent-mindedly took another bite of granite.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

I appreciate your consideration.

Pokemon: The Spectre Conspiracy

Jess only smiled; she had no intention whatsoever of making her Pokemon into a 'marshmellow'. Strength was what mattered, and that was the young trainer's goal.

The arrival of Charlie distracted both Jess and Belial from the wild Spewpa long enough for it to escape into a thicket, through which there was no chance of pursuit. All it left behind were a few multicolored flecks brushed off onto the thicket, sparkling in the inconsistent, dappled light that filtered down through the trees. Before Jess could say anything -even a greeting- Miu was already talking. After rolling her eyes, Jess used the time to quickly size up the boy. As best she could gather, he seemed like an utter wisp. Not really thinking about what she was saying, he put her own two cents in. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with asking other people for help, even if he is a weenie." It took her a moment to realize she had just insulted him. "Uh..no offense or anything. Sorry about that." To recover, she breezily powered through into an introduction. "Let's start over! I'm Jess, and this is Mee-you. What do you need help with?"

Belial gave up probing the thicket for any good openings, maybe figuring out that he'd scratch his tender wing membranes no matter how hard he pushed through the thorny brambles, and flapped up to land on his trainer's cap. There he rested, covering the little Zoroark mark on her hat. Though he lacked eyes, he seemed to be looking straight at Charlie.

Living Reflection: A Psychological Alter Egos RP

Here it is. Forgot to link it. It is Casual.