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Current Now running: World of Light: The Tale of the Dark Itself
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Forever and ever, amen
9 mos ago
Calling out from Scatman's world
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11 mos ago
Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
1 yr ago
Tomorrow comes

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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.

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What!? You were doing so brilliantly! Are you sure I can't bring you to reconsider? School starts for most of us soon, but it's hardly a death sentence.
Glad to have you. And since it looks like Kalamadea is on its way out, you were just in time,
Cain most certainly didn't shake. Not only is he not the type, but he physically cannot unless he uses his hair. And that would be freaky for everyone involved.

Baklava said
Just to be sure this wasn't ..."Next post will be Lethe's arrival, all! So if you could all on the posts and such, I would be grateful. I'm working on it but due to my schedule this week I don't have time to do it all in one sitting. Should be up tonight though!"


You got it boss.
Until Cain realized that Maryev wasn't really addressing him with his cruel tirade, the Twili was furious. He barely restrained himself from floating over to the surly Darknut and flicking him with his hairhand in the head to topple him onto the ground in an inglorious heap. Once Cain decided that he, being not of this world, was not an intended target of the ridicule, he found he could only agree. The bit about Jira only reflected his own hidden opinions, and the knight certainly made a crude sort of sense when it came to the children being sent on such a mission. He hadn't even considered that, mostly out of neglect for their safety.

Frore, not understanding all of Maryev's words but fully comprehending his scathing tone, looked down at the ground with arms crossed. Had she not been in Hylian form, she would have likely grown angry, but as it was she merely seemed to shrink in on herself. Only when her companion told her, “He's not talking to you, dearie,” did she seem to regain some composure.

Then one of the so-called children revealed herself. Beneath the mask there was darkness, gleaming eyes, and a beak. Before now, he had never seen a Skull Kid; even mention of them was rare, given what percentage of the wanderers in the Lost Woods made it out to tell the tale. Moreover, Ekra was the first one to assign death as part of the mission. Cain couldn't remember where that was said, but found it intriguing nonetheless that the smallest, most least-threatening member of the group was the most warlike and her old, huge companion was the voice of reason.

Any comment Cain was prepared to voice concerning this was lost when Magus spoke up. The other Twili had been silent -perhaps even asleep, it was difficult to tell given his form- until commotion had begun. Cain kept quiet as the historian said his piece. “None at all,” he intoned, “I'd hate for us to tear each other into pieces before we learn why we're here. It would be so...anticlimatic.”

The next instant, a steady clanking coming from the graveyard's entrance seized his attention. His gaze turned to see a second Darknut approaching. This one didn't seem to carry the same degree of ego as his brother in arms, and his questions proved him to be both more objective and less contemptuous. This one, Cain could get used to. He broke his place in the circle and took it upon himself to answer the new arrival's questions. “Very perceptive of you! Except your second guess, which is fairly inane. Regardless, welcome to the club. We are waiting for the arrival of a sprite called Lethe, who will give us further instruction.”
Happy Birthday, buddy!
Abel was in the process of relaxing and wondering how some of the others -particularly the only guy who outsized him, a tanned brute who had been wielding two scimitars before he set them aside- could fall asleep so easily when the armored teen he had seen before entered. As Abel watched, he made his way to an empty, pillow-devoid mattress at the rooms center directly next to those of Hansen and Gretchen and arranged the offered blanket into a nest for his drones. Those drones were a source of marvel to the Guardian; while there was certainly a push for similar technology to assist or even take over from the Guardians back home, most of those robots had been human-sized or larger, even weapons of war. Such small, intricate droids were nothing short of amazing--particularly since they seemed to display something akin to personality. Is that even possible? I thought robots couldn't have feelings? Then again, robots didn't attend school last he checked either, so perhaps it really was a revolution.

All was not well for Ineko, however. His choice of positioning, while ideal for him and his children, was unfortunate in its proximity to a certain trouble-loving pair in his vicinity. No sooner had he sat bolt upright and closed his mechanical eyes than Hansen and Gretchen abandoned their plotting and commenced examining him. In the process, they left their stash of pillows unguarded, giving Abel reason to wonder if anyone would be trying to steal from the thieves. The slender redhead waved a hand in front of Ineko's face to see if he was awake, while her portly brother crouched near the drones, ignoring their clicking and whirring as he peered at them curiously. Abel saw, despite the distance, that Hansen still had his collapsed halberd on his belt.

Abel decided to let that situation sort itself out and turned away. He noticed then, remarkably for the first time, that a nearby boy was snoring incredibly loudly. Groaning, Abel pulled the pillow over his face. "How can you live with yourself?" He murmured into it irritably.
We're all pretty much waiting for Lethe's return at the moment I think. Now that Nil's agreed to go with the gypsy, that can be tied up as well.
Time for Ozpin's speech maybe?
Unending reminds me of a phantasm. He controls everything, but we never see him.
I think killing him is definitely a bad idea. He could simply be wounded by a Grimm in a dramatic encounter while someone else gets to play the hero and save his life. Afterward,he could be sent somewhere else to be hospitalized.
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