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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
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It would seem that a socially inept girl who loves weapons and wants any excuse to stop talking to Maggie at the moment has missed a guy transform his awesome, large, flashy weapon only a few feet away from her.
Honestly, Cain thought that went fairly well. As the Darknut trudged up the graveyard path, Cain marveled that his guess had been accurate—or, at least, that Maryev was willing to put up with his proposal after so wrong a hypothesis. From Felicia's shadow, he witnessed Maryev scrutinizing everyone, seeing some semblance of himself in those cold, calculating eyes. This was clearly a smart beast, if not a friendly or helpful one. That meant that he would need to inform Lethe the best way to deal with him and the only way to his heart: money. There was, after all, no other reason that Maryev would have entertained Cain's offer, seeing as he hadn't mentioned any nonsense about whispers in the night or saving the world. For the first time, and in light of his analysis of the Darknut, Cain questioned exactly why he was doing this. He, like Maryev if his guess was accurate, had lost so much. Neither had any interest whatsoever in playing the hero or serving the goddesses; given the chance, Cain imagined that both he and his large new ally would be only too glad to rip them limb from limb.
The answer was opportunity. Maryev wanted money, and Cain wanted a clue. Anything that could point him in the direction of Midna, Zant, or the Twilight Realm, was reason enough for him to play the part. Of course, a little vengeance for crimes against his ancestors was tempting as well.
He was in the process of assuming his half-bodied form and addressing those gathered here when he noticed movement in a corner of the graveyard. He instantly thought of Stalfos and ReDead. While such a creature wouldn't be worth his time even to kill, his curiosity would simply not rest until he figured out exactly what the disturbance was and if it was a threat. Still in shadow form, he moved between the shades of tombstones until he was only a few feet away from the intruder. Rather than some undead monster, it appeared to be a man in his sixties, though bigger and more muscular than any other Hylian Cain had ever seen. This towering giant of a man was evidently in a moment of serenity, however, paying respects to the twin graves before him. Cain bent over to examine them. Maria and Garland Tower. The Twili deduced that whoever they were, they must have been very important to him to elicit this level of focus; he hadn't even noticed the strangers gathered in the graveyard's center on the way in. Relatives, perhaps...parents? More interesting than the Hylian's losses, however, was the circumstance in which he was here. Normal people don't visit cemeteries. Destiny must have brought him here. So intent was Cain on Angus that he totally failed to notice Ekra nearby, despite her flashy Keaton mask.
Currently cast on the ground, Cain began to wave his arms slowly at where he guessed was the edge of the man's field of vision, hoping to subtly draw his attention. If Angus noticed, he would retreat, still beckoning, until he had drawn him to the others. Perhaps he would think that the Twili was a ghost as well.
The answer was opportunity. Maryev wanted money, and Cain wanted a clue. Anything that could point him in the direction of Midna, Zant, or the Twilight Realm, was reason enough for him to play the part. Of course, a little vengeance for crimes against his ancestors was tempting as well.
He was in the process of assuming his half-bodied form and addressing those gathered here when he noticed movement in a corner of the graveyard. He instantly thought of Stalfos and ReDead. While such a creature wouldn't be worth his time even to kill, his curiosity would simply not rest until he figured out exactly what the disturbance was and if it was a threat. Still in shadow form, he moved between the shades of tombstones until he was only a few feet away from the intruder. Rather than some undead monster, it appeared to be a man in his sixties, though bigger and more muscular than any other Hylian Cain had ever seen. This towering giant of a man was evidently in a moment of serenity, however, paying respects to the twin graves before him. Cain bent over to examine them. Maria and Garland Tower. The Twili deduced that whoever they were, they must have been very important to him to elicit this level of focus; he hadn't even noticed the strangers gathered in the graveyard's center on the way in. Relatives, perhaps...parents? More interesting than the Hylian's losses, however, was the circumstance in which he was here. Normal people don't visit cemeteries. Destiny must have brought him here. So intent was Cain on Angus that he totally failed to notice Ekra nearby, despite her flashy Keaton mask.
Currently cast on the ground, Cain began to wave his arms slowly at where he guessed was the edge of the man's field of vision, hoping to subtly draw his attention. If Angus noticed, he would retreat, still beckoning, until he had drawn him to the others. Perhaps he would think that the Twili was a ghost as well.
Abel glanced over as exactly one of the introductory conversations he had considered and dismissed flared up just a few feet away. One of the girls who had been looking out the window -pressing herself against the glass, in fact, as if she couldn't wait for the plane to land and would rather freefall to her new school- was addressed by a slender, raven-haired girl in a perky manner. Abel spent a moment taking in this girl's face before moving his gaze once more, expecting the perfectly normal conversation to carry on as usual.
When it didn't, he was prompted to look back. The blonde girl, who carried a staff of some sort that almost matched his in size, seemed to have frozen up. Even her incredibly long hair hung stock-still. As he watched out the corner of his eye, she started mumbling before wheezing. Originally he had guessed she was simply socially awkward; now it looked like she was actually having problems. He felt obliged to help her, but he had never dealt with someone like this before. Once he had come across a mentally ill person when browsing the town of Pallisade in his off time. When he tried to talk to him, he had grown confused and angry, and crying out in a terrifying fashion to drive him away. It wasn't a fond memory, but the rest of the day had been exceptionally good, so it was still among his favorites.
Needless to say, Abel certainly didn't want something like that to happen here. When Aurelia's knees began to shake, he pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk away. At that moment, the boy across the room who had been showing off his jackhammer abruptly turned and shouted in his direction before turning right back to his conversation as if such outbursts were perfectly normal. Abel was preparing to address him before he realized that Amalger's advice had probably been meant for the infirm blonde. Standing a few feet away from the wall now and not really sure what to do, Abel pushed the tiny button on the Ampere's shaft that changed its top to blade mode. With a series of smooth clicks, the mechanism combined the four blade sections into two, then close the two blade pieces like scissors into a full blade with a satisfying clang. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and began to polish the weapon, even though it was already pretty much clean. He figured that he needed his favorite thing in tip-top condition for whatever was ahead.
When it didn't, he was prompted to look back. The blonde girl, who carried a staff of some sort that almost matched his in size, seemed to have frozen up. Even her incredibly long hair hung stock-still. As he watched out the corner of his eye, she started mumbling before wheezing. Originally he had guessed she was simply socially awkward; now it looked like she was actually having problems. He felt obliged to help her, but he had never dealt with someone like this before. Once he had come across a mentally ill person when browsing the town of Pallisade in his off time. When he tried to talk to him, he had grown confused and angry, and crying out in a terrifying fashion to drive him away. It wasn't a fond memory, but the rest of the day had been exceptionally good, so it was still among his favorites.
Needless to say, Abel certainly didn't want something like that to happen here. When Aurelia's knees began to shake, he pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk away. At that moment, the boy across the room who had been showing off his jackhammer abruptly turned and shouted in his direction before turning right back to his conversation as if such outbursts were perfectly normal. Abel was preparing to address him before he realized that Amalger's advice had probably been meant for the infirm blonde. Standing a few feet away from the wall now and not really sure what to do, Abel pushed the tiny button on the Ampere's shaft that changed its top to blade mode. With a series of smooth clicks, the mechanism combined the four blade sections into two, then close the two blade pieces like scissors into a full blade with a satisfying clang. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and began to polish the weapon, even though it was already pretty much clean. He figured that he needed his favorite thing in tip-top condition for whatever was ahead.
I'm lichen where this is headed.
Good Lord what a post. I don't think I've read something both that long and that spastic in my life. Interesting to say the least.
Even thirty minutes into the trip, flying was still the most magical thing that Abel had ever experienced.
For a young man who had seldom traveled in his life, and certainly never flown, a ride on an airship was like entering another world. First there had been the rumbling ominous and hinting at excitement to come. Then the rise, where the pressure of moving upward against the everpresent pull of gravity had almost brought an unprepared Abel to his knees. Once he had gotten over a minor motion sickness and made his way to a window, he had been struck dumb by what he had seen.
He, and every other soon-to-be student aboard this massive machine, was floating serenely hundreds of feet above the landscape. When he had first looked down, his head initially span, but not from sickness or fear; it was awe that had befuddled him so. A less stern individual might have pressed his face against the glass, restlessly roaming his eyes in an effort to take in every tiny detail in the suddenly enormous world at once. Someone more outgoing than he might have called others over to share in the experience, but Abel had no friends to call on. Vigilance had, after all, been a small school far from here. He momentarily thought about getting acquainted with the other teenagers in the hopes that they might develop into such friends, but being social wasn't his concern. He was here for excellence, to become a Hunter and defend this kingdom as his family had for generations. It was his destiny.
By now, a castle loomed in the distance off the airship's starboard side. When the other kids rushed over to see their future school, Abel was quick to follow the crowd, and examined it passively as some of the other marveled and chatted. He made sure to not get too enmeshed in the group, as his weapon was somewhat of a liability in that regard. While he loved the Ampere, it was undeniable that it didn't lend itself well to casual situations. With no cargo mode or collapsible features, the best Abel could do was leave it in Stave mod and carry it like a walking stick, much like his father had done during his many shifts with his own polearm, a halberd with no name. Still, the Ampere stuck out like a sore thumb.
A look away from the window informed him that he wasn't the only one sticking out. Aside from the cluster still looking at the school, a couple of girls exchanging an awkward silence a couple dozen feet away, there was a boy goggling at some other guy's weapon like it was some incredible artifact. To Abel it looked a lot like a little jackhammer; he had seen plenty of those carried around by repair crews on the length of wall his family guarded, used to obliterate damaged fortifications to make way for renovations and improvements. Shrugging it off, Abel leaned against the wall and looked out the window once more. There was a seat nearby, but since pretty much nobody else was sitting, he followed along.
For a young man who had seldom traveled in his life, and certainly never flown, a ride on an airship was like entering another world. First there had been the rumbling ominous and hinting at excitement to come. Then the rise, where the pressure of moving upward against the everpresent pull of gravity had almost brought an unprepared Abel to his knees. Once he had gotten over a minor motion sickness and made his way to a window, he had been struck dumb by what he had seen.
He, and every other soon-to-be student aboard this massive machine, was floating serenely hundreds of feet above the landscape. When he had first looked down, his head initially span, but not from sickness or fear; it was awe that had befuddled him so. A less stern individual might have pressed his face against the glass, restlessly roaming his eyes in an effort to take in every tiny detail in the suddenly enormous world at once. Someone more outgoing than he might have called others over to share in the experience, but Abel had no friends to call on. Vigilance had, after all, been a small school far from here. He momentarily thought about getting acquainted with the other teenagers in the hopes that they might develop into such friends, but being social wasn't his concern. He was here for excellence, to become a Hunter and defend this kingdom as his family had for generations. It was his destiny.
By now, a castle loomed in the distance off the airship's starboard side. When the other kids rushed over to see their future school, Abel was quick to follow the crowd, and examined it passively as some of the other marveled and chatted. He made sure to not get too enmeshed in the group, as his weapon was somewhat of a liability in that regard. While he loved the Ampere, it was undeniable that it didn't lend itself well to casual situations. With no cargo mode or collapsible features, the best Abel could do was leave it in Stave mod and carry it like a walking stick, much like his father had done during his many shifts with his own polearm, a halberd with no name. Still, the Ampere stuck out like a sore thumb.
A look away from the window informed him that he wasn't the only one sticking out. Aside from the cluster still looking at the school, a couple of girls exchanging an awkward silence a couple dozen feet away, there was a boy goggling at some other guy's weapon like it was some incredible artifact. To Abel it looked a lot like a little jackhammer; he had seen plenty of those carried around by repair crews on the length of wall his family guarded, used to obliterate damaged fortifications to make way for renovations and improvements. Shrugging it off, Abel leaned against the wall and looked out the window once more. There was a seat nearby, but since pretty much nobody else was sitting, he followed along.
I'm definitely excited.
The whole running around and finding people thing is getting pretty old. If Lethe can talk to the people in their dreams, why can't she send them a message now? I know it's still kind of fishy, but at this rate we have so many characters that getting into the Shadow Temple is going to be a nightmare.
As gecko said, it is pretty much just two people finding everyone. That can be remedied, I guess, to speed up the search but my earlier point still stands.
As gecko said, it is pretty much just two people finding everyone. That can be remedied, I guess, to speed up the search but my earlier point still stands.
You can still write a CS to get your ideas straight, but if you don't post it here, we rely on your writing and your compendium entries to get your ideas across.
Veitaru has veered off to continue finding people. Zephyrus and Archer can be arriving now, I suppose. If they arrive in time to catch Maryev before he presumably leaves, there's your post.
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