Lugubrious
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STATUS: Now running: World of Light: The Tale of the Dark Itself 24 days ago
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Bio
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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For a moment, everything was perfect. Who had saved the day? None other than the Margrave himself. As much as he might crave it, he knew that his name would never be cast in golden and bathed in shining lights, but the idea of a few people's gratitude toward the unknown hero who saved them...would be enough. Plus, maybe one of the other Wards would throw him a bone. Saving the day wasn't something your average goof could achieve, after all. At least Sonar could stoop low enough to slap him on the back in thanks.
Alas, as they always did whenever the possibility of a happy ending arose, along came a shower of misfortune to snatch the tragic-hero back into reality. Margrave wheeled to watch the owner of an ominous voice as it resounded through the assembly of Wards and hostages. He stood stock-still, frozen in a dramatically smug pose, while the man stood to his full height and man, if his head wasn't in a bag, it would be in the clouds. Whether or not Elliot's thought about weather was sheer coincidence, a thunderclap then cannoned into him, its pressure wave rattling his bones whilst its sound wave rattled his ears. When Elliot's senses returned to him a moment later, he discovered to his tremendous surprise -that is to say of course, tremendously well masked beneath a veneer of collected disinterest- an aztec death god standing in the heighty dude's place.
Without even a word of encouragement from Elliot, the figure whom to people other than Elliot would have been intimidating seized Sonar by the scalp and mercilessly walloped the pavement with his face. The boy's helmet fractured instantly, and Elliot soberly suspected that it wasn't the only thing. On second thought, this fellow was no joking matter. Grinding his teeth, the toymaker reached into his jacket and requisitioned the toy gun he'd whipped out earlier. In his hand it grew into a full-size MAC-10 uzi, but as the barrel veered the death god's way, another thunderclap shook the area. By the time the storm in Elliot's head cleared, the dirtbag had predictably vanished. Helpless, Elliot lowered his weapon, and took his finger off the trigger. His earpiece crackled to life, and he heard Alessa demanding a report. This time, Elliot chose to waste no time with a heavy sigh. ”Sonar is down. Death god did him in. I'm calling 9-1-1.” Since he didn't have a phone, however, he scanned the area for the nearest bystander and bellowed, ”Somebody call 9-1-1! Kid's hurt over here!” He also attempted to get through to Decoy. Perhaps the Protectorate could do more for Sonar than the city's paramedics.
Alas, as they always did whenever the possibility of a happy ending arose, along came a shower of misfortune to snatch the tragic-hero back into reality. Margrave wheeled to watch the owner of an ominous voice as it resounded through the assembly of Wards and hostages. He stood stock-still, frozen in a dramatically smug pose, while the man stood to his full height and man, if his head wasn't in a bag, it would be in the clouds. Whether or not Elliot's thought about weather was sheer coincidence, a thunderclap then cannoned into him, its pressure wave rattling his bones whilst its sound wave rattled his ears. When Elliot's senses returned to him a moment later, he discovered to his tremendous surprise -that is to say of course, tremendously well masked beneath a veneer of collected disinterest- an aztec death god standing in the heighty dude's place.
Without even a word of encouragement from Elliot, the figure whom to people other than Elliot would have been intimidating seized Sonar by the scalp and mercilessly walloped the pavement with his face. The boy's helmet fractured instantly, and Elliot soberly suspected that it wasn't the only thing. On second thought, this fellow was no joking matter. Grinding his teeth, the toymaker reached into his jacket and requisitioned the toy gun he'd whipped out earlier. In his hand it grew into a full-size MAC-10 uzi, but as the barrel veered the death god's way, another thunderclap shook the area. By the time the storm in Elliot's head cleared, the dirtbag had predictably vanished. Helpless, Elliot lowered his weapon, and took his finger off the trigger. His earpiece crackled to life, and he heard Alessa demanding a report. This time, Elliot chose to waste no time with a heavy sigh. ”Sonar is down. Death god did him in. I'm calling 9-1-1.” Since he didn't have a phone, however, he scanned the area for the nearest bystander and bellowed, ”Somebody call 9-1-1! Kid's hurt over here!” He also attempted to get through to Decoy. Perhaps the Protectorate could do more for Sonar than the city's paramedics.
The Swablu's soothing chime washed over Olivie's poison-wracked body like a seaside side. Inexplicably, and even more miraculously for want of any conceivable explanation, the serene soundwaves ate away at her affliction. An invisible scourge, the bell toll chased out the toxins within her, and in only a few moment the bruiser's illness was gone. Of course, this amazing recovery did not improve her overall health; it only expunged the poison. As such, she rolled over onto her back and lay in the leaf litter, shaking. Tommy, having observed that she gushed forth noxious purple bubbles no longer, began to question her.
First things first—Olivie sent him a withering glare. “Uh, hello. Can't you see I'm practically on death's door? A little concern would be nice, Tooter!” Even in the strangest situations, she prided herself on her ability to come up with annoying nicknames. This one pleased her in particular. ”But whatever. This chick got hypnotized to hell, and when I came along, she was singin' and dancin' along in a whole herd of flashy mushrooms. Barnie had Scylla over there poison me to keep from getting' kooky too.” She turned her anger toward the Tentacruel and Bisharp, each of whom sported a unique mixture of indifference and amusement. ”Thanks, guys, by the way. I get that Barnie's your trainer, but c'mon, a little help?” Scylla bunched up her tentacles into two strands and made a movement reminiscent of a shrug. Olivie turned up her nose. ”Well, I'm gonna have Barnie dock your treats or something, so the human'll be getting' the last laugh. Huh!”
Having realized that her self-aggrandizement and criticisms came from a comically low position, Olivie heaved herself to her feet unaided. A new sensation suffused her that couldn't be helped by any Pokemon. With the pain fading away, Olivie found that she was utterly exhausted. A yawn forced its way out of her mouth. ”Ugh! What a night! And here I was thinking that we'd be in Stillwater before sunset. Time to...get back to town...” She took a quick look around. No fairies in sight, fortunately. Her Nidoran looked pretty beat, too. On second glance, she spotted Verrine face-down in the dirt. When Olivie rolled her Pokemon over, she found the Karrablast sound asleep, thanks to the Morelull no doubt. With a sigh that threatened to erupt into another yawn, she returned her Pokemon. Through tired, irritable eyes she examined the other trainers. ”Okay...so, which way outta here?”
First things first—Olivie sent him a withering glare. “Uh, hello. Can't you see I'm practically on death's door? A little concern would be nice, Tooter!” Even in the strangest situations, she prided herself on her ability to come up with annoying nicknames. This one pleased her in particular. ”But whatever. This chick got hypnotized to hell, and when I came along, she was singin' and dancin' along in a whole herd of flashy mushrooms. Barnie had Scylla over there poison me to keep from getting' kooky too.” She turned her anger toward the Tentacruel and Bisharp, each of whom sported a unique mixture of indifference and amusement. ”Thanks, guys, by the way. I get that Barnie's your trainer, but c'mon, a little help?” Scylla bunched up her tentacles into two strands and made a movement reminiscent of a shrug. Olivie turned up her nose. ”Well, I'm gonna have Barnie dock your treats or something, so the human'll be getting' the last laugh. Huh!”
Having realized that her self-aggrandizement and criticisms came from a comically low position, Olivie heaved herself to her feet unaided. A new sensation suffused her that couldn't be helped by any Pokemon. With the pain fading away, Olivie found that she was utterly exhausted. A yawn forced its way out of her mouth. ”Ugh! What a night! And here I was thinking that we'd be in Stillwater before sunset. Time to...get back to town...” She took a quick look around. No fairies in sight, fortunately. Her Nidoran looked pretty beat, too. On second glance, she spotted Verrine face-down in the dirt. When Olivie rolled her Pokemon over, she found the Karrablast sound asleep, thanks to the Morelull no doubt. With a sigh that threatened to erupt into another yawn, she returned her Pokemon. Through tired, irritable eyes she examined the other trainers. ”Okay...so, which way outta here?”
With practiced patience Indigo awaited Ashlyn's next batch of conversation. Evidently perplexed, or at least stymied, by the news of the General's absence, the pyromancer took her time baking her idea before putting it into words. She did not anticipate the sudden depth behind Ashlyn's question, however. In fact, her words gave Frenzy Plant's Librarian a long pause as she put together her own response, which required her to leaf through the metaphorical archives of her guild knowledge. What did Frenzy Plant have to say about second chances? There wasn't a wall in the fortress it occupied with an encouraging slogan or proclamation on it. Then again, Ashlyn didn't ask about Frenzy Plant; she asked what Indigo thought. This realization forced the sorceress to reassess her answer.
”I believe,” she said after a moment in a low tone, ”That the past is in the past. If someone truly regrets what he or she has done, and wishes to repent, then that one is already on the path to redemption. But it's not, of course, something that a person gets for free. One must demonstrate that they've acknowledged his or her wrongdoing and then strive to earn forgiveness. Then a second chance is assured.”
Another note entered her voice, flat like the sentence of a judge. ”But one whose heart and soul do not feel remorse, and who wish to gloss over wrongdoing or forget about it, or to blind others to it so that it may be repeated, are worthy of punishment alone.”
Your opinions have all been duly noted.
I've actually considered Lucius a co-GM for some time. He's done more in that regard than Harine, who is listed as a co-GM. In terms of new candidates, I think that both Narayan and Write would offer a lot that the rest of us don't have enough of. I'd honestly like to hire the both of you.
Continue to discuss, if you have more to add, and I'll keep considering the matter. It's a lot to reflect on, even if some very good choices are staring me in the face.
Guess, weren't you a co-GM for a little while a while back? I dimly remember something to that effect. To be perfectly honest, though, I would not think of officially promoting you over Write or Narayan.
I've actually considered Lucius a co-GM for some time. He's done more in that regard than Harine, who is listed as a co-GM. In terms of new candidates, I think that both Narayan and Write would offer a lot that the rest of us don't have enough of. I'd honestly like to hire the both of you.
Continue to discuss, if you have more to add, and I'll keep considering the matter. It's a lot to reflect on, even if some very good choices are staring me in the face.
Guess, weren't you a co-GM for a little while a while back? I dimly remember something to that effect. To be perfectly honest, though, I would not think of officially promoting you over Write or Narayan.
I'm gonna throw out a possible solution that I don't know how much you're all going to like but in the interest of saving y'all let's keep it simple so you don't have to read a ton.
Lugu hires a new co-gm to work alongside Hari, and Prince. Not only do we have a ton of writing for three people with lives to cover. I think many many RP's have three co-gms as it helps cover worlk load.
If this plan were to gain traction, I'd say Lugu you should open yourself up to the old PM me an application system.
I would be amenable to the idea of hiring another GM. As they say: if you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself, right?
In my post-finals stupor I am a little confused by your last sentence. Are you putting yourself forward as a nominee?
As for process, the way we decided GMs to begin with is that people just wrote a short paragraph why they wanted to be GM and think they'd be good for the job, and if I approved of their behavior and activity, I'd approve.
I was worried I would cause a little bit of discord but I wasn't quite expecting it to be to this extent; Prince contacted me last night about it and we were under the impression there was still room.
If the issue's been resolved already I'll just back out now; sorry for the confusion. If anything ever opens up in the future I'll be interested.
No problem; you are totally not at fault. I'll keep you in mind should there be an availability.
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It kinda does when there's an alert about the mentioned rule change which if memory serves happened quite recently OR when there's a character slot up for grabs... How many of ye remember to regularly check the OP? I sure don't, tho I suppose I should.
Well, it wasn't a rule change per se, but some advice and stuff. I did make an @everyone alert after updating it, though I concede that it would have been wiser had I manually mentioned every member.
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Not to be rude, but what about our team?
Does that mean that you heard back from the banjo guy from earlier?
The fourth slot on your team is being filled by Plank's character. I had thought this was common knowledge by now.
I also hope that this call wasn't made after sorting out the matter with Plank's character.
My apologies, but that was a misunderstanding on Prince's part. There is no open slot currently.
@NarayanK I don't want to make any more teams. May I ask why you were writing in small print? Even with my contacts, it's a little harder to read than normal.
@Plank Sinatra
Hi, I was summoned here by @Prince of Seraphs under the impression there was an open spot that I'd have to contest. I've got a character in mind already, though I'm hoping there'd be a consensus on the spot before going any further. I don't have much experience with RWBY, but I've been briefed on the general ideas and I'm quite interested in the whole equipment aspect of things.
My apologies, but that was a misunderstanding on Prince's part. There is no open slot currently.
@NarayanK I don't want to make any more teams. May I ask why you were writing in small print? Even with my contacts, it's a little harder to read than normal.
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