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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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Also, I'mma be a logic junky here and say that there's no way that you'd find tracks with the wind constantly shifting the sand.


Nah. I'm creating the whole desert situation here. There is no wind right now, or otherwise not enough to move sand. If there was enough wind to move the sand, it would be doing it on a massive level, creating a low-grade sandstorm as wide as the low-pressure zone that the wind's flowing to. Since that would be a massive impediment, we're not doing that. But never fret, for there's going to be another force moving sand in just a little while.
Its more Sasha doesn't know Nero's name.


I gotcha. But Nero has no clue.
Fleo Plector – the Unnamed Desert


Again seized by that resolute excitement, Fleo spurred her own force and galloped after Nolan, but not before mentioning to Lucas, “I think the point is to sue horses to try and conserve our magic. I mean, I prefer using my Sirocco, but it's a smart idea I guess.” With that, she was off.

Despite the harsh desert conditions, team Powder Keg made good time across the parched sands. With their horses, in fact, they covered more ground more quickly than had the rogue magician, and after luckily discovering a perceptibly human set of tracks imprinted in the shifting ground they had a definitive trail to follow. A sweltering, sweaty hour later, the team collectively spotted a figure squatting ominously in the distance. Casting aside any slight apprehensions arising about their quarry's nature, the wizards pressed forward, and found the very man they were after sitting beneath the intense rays. From about two hundred feet away Fleo could spy the man's chest heaving in fatigue and mouth constantly undulating in a tumult of mumbles. She wiped a bead of perspiration from her brow and announced, ”I bet that's our guy. He looks plenty crazy. Has he even noticed us?”

Curious and impetuous as ever, Fleo raised her voice. “Hey mister!” carried across the sand, causing the man to look up. Fleo cringed, realizing that she'd perhaps committed a grave mistake, but that fear vanished when the man dejectedly turned his gaze back downward. “He's...weirdly passive, at least. Maybe we oughta try talking to him...?”

Nero – FOREVER Office


Shrugging, Nero followed Prince and Trinity, lagging behind with a vague disinterest as he roved his gaze over the town. Nothing in his immediate vicinity piqued his intrigue, particularly after Sasha and Lazarus rounded a building and out of sight, evidently bound for a rest. From what Nero could gather about family, siblings could take a lot of stamina to deal with, but it seemed that Sasha's exhaustion hailed from a little farther back in time. The genie wondered for a moment what she and the other sudden arrivals had been doing prior to their teleportation, but that was a matter -if it continued to puzzle him- for another time. For now, all that he needed to do was tag along with the others, and even that demanded little of his attention. These people and their mission meant little to him; if something more promising happened along, he felt no qualms about leaving them behind. This town lay beyond the influence of Master Jamie, so to Nero it was fair game—not that he planned on abusing it.

Only young Ayame, with that endearing shyness belaying a proper child's ego, would weigh on his mind. Young children always inspired in Nero a desire to please, so that they might not grow up knowing the hardships he'd faced. Whether spoken or not, a bright future was a wish that all men shared. From what he'd seen, Ayame resembled his spirit ever so slightly, which meant that Jamie would like nothing better than to quash that rebellious, self-sufficient streak. Though he knew himself a poor guardian for a child, Nero imagined that he might be, funny as it sounded, a better influence.

His train of thought evaporated under the motor mouth of FOREVER's receptionist. What a loudmouth, he groused internally. At the back of the small group, he could hear faint noises of commotion from outside, several buildings away in fact, but they did not warrant his attention. As the conversation between Trinity and the pink-haired woman continued, Nero sighed in boredom and pulled a bronze coin -his only money, right now- out of his pocket, which he commenced to shift from material to material in quick succession with rapid-fire Laws of Embodiment.

Shouting outside caused him to look up. As the possessor of the voice -Sasha, he remembered- drew closer, he heard the names of his two acquaintances. Furthermore, a distinct edge of panic could be detected in her shouts. Nero put his coin away and chuckled, “Aw, she forgot me. Doesn't she want my help? Whatever, I'll just stay here and get a photo. Only women, is it? What kinda fair is that?” He toyed with the idea of using the Law of Manifestation to remove one of the magazine worker's willpower, but decided it would be too risky.
If you ask me, few things can beat a good chocolate something-or-other, but various fruit pies are quite nice as well. I can't stand the sort of empty, highly-artificial taste in many conventional cakes and candies. Chocolate and fruit add substance. Have a taste.



I have been doing karate since I was 5, and took up boxing two yesrs ago, and since I've been at the gym have done kick boxing as well as the boxing.

Didn't expect that answer, did you?

And most men I know do Not have more physical endurance nor pain endurance.

And I'm pretty sure a woman about to be abducted wouldn't care if an attack was "inbred" but more about escaping.

And it's a lot harder to hit a woman in the groin then it is a many, what with the dangling bits.


I wasn't expecting anything in particular. I try not to go into discussions with preconceived notions, only facts, statistically proven not from what I personally know but from official records. As much as I wish to provide sources and point out fallacies, I will respect your wish to cease this debate and cede with dignity.

In other news, I will be posting shortly. The encounter with the rogue mage is about to begin.
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You obviously don't know the "foot smash, groin kick" move that all girls instinctively know.

Yes.i agree there is flaws. But men seem to have more.

'Inbred moves' aside, let us examine this claim.

Specific flaws -
Men: groin
Women: groin and chest

Specific bonuses -
Men: larger on average, with greater surface area in musculature. Longer limbs as well, increasing range. Heavier on average, with more tissue protecting vital organs. Thusly, higher physical strength and endurance on the whole. (Naturally, this doesn't negate the damage that an improbable groin attack would cause)
Women: will win all post-combat lawsuits.

May I ask what combat experience/knowledge you have, Caits?
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Haha! Glad it wasn't just me!

I'm also glad that im not a guy. It seems a flaw in design to have something
That can hurt easily accessible.


Everything hurts if you apply enough force. Groin, throat, ears, jaw, toes, fingers...as for one that takes little force to be pretty brutal: the eyes are a quicker and more effective target if striking with the hands against an unaware opponent. An aware opponent wouldn't be close/permissive enough for an effective groin attack. Point is, humans are full of 'flaws' (weak spots) that both sexes share, many of which are far more reliable in actual combat than those targeted at gender-specific regions.
Indeed, a good battle outfit. Fairly somber.

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That just made me think of the Bouncer to be Sundowner.

Hell the 'Red Sun' theme perfectly fits a fight between him and Mokuren... Does he use explosives as body armour as well? It's not like he'd care about the injuries it'd cause him so he wouldn't even need the shield arm things.


Nice theme. Something that you might listen to on arid south California roads where the winds blow from which Sundowner took his name. Perhaps if Antaeus had fully armed himself before pursuing Mokuren, but as it is he just rushed after her after reviving. Someone with such a useful semblance as he may very well have served as a soldier, most likely a militia given the current robotic nature of Vale's army, when he was younger. Given the hamminess with which he declared himself, I would hardly put it past him to have thought up a unique and awesome but impractical (at least for normal people) fighting style. Still, since he's just the first person encountered, we probably don't want to make too big a deal out of him right now.

I do enjoy coming up with backstories for people we encounter. You can see I've started doing it with the people in the Shelter.

I'm anxious to see the various entries for my contest. The downside of having such awesome ideas is that I can't participate myself.
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I never said that she knew he had the whole ground pound thingy. Pinning an immortal to an object is the best way to deal with them, and as stated, it is always better to have them off the ground so they can't get any leverage with their feet, and have to flail rather than having a sturdy base. There was no knowledge or exploitation of a weakness, simply logic. The fact that said logic happens to exploit the weakness is just a coincidence.


There is no such thing as coincidence in RPing. In this case her plan of action involves both prior experience with regenerators (it wouldn't be taught in a class becasue hunters don't typically fight people) and a total lack of intimidation for someone who recovers from injury. It shouldn't make a difference this time, however, since I'm sure Guess isn't going to let her foe die so easily.
@Lugubrious - So, tunnels = no dwarves, ladder/above ground = dwarves?


Yes.
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