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So that's a no I guess.
Bad news: I was planning on setting this up today, but looks like I won't get a chance till tomorrow :(
How about Haggar Horr for the nation with the nation with the nomads? Idk about you, but the name Haggar Horr instantly brings to mind deserts.
Hey Tsukune, sorry about this taking so long. Grandsword and I were brainstorming but I guess something came up. I sent him a message to see if he's still interested. I'll let you know once something comes up.
Santiago couldn't see the hand in front of his face, that is, there was such an overwhelming lack of light he wouldn't be able to see his hand if he was able to lift it up to his face. He couldn't though. There was a vague memory buried somewhere in the recesses of his mind which told him about his hand, where it was, what it did, and how to control it. Not that the knowledge made any difference where he was, wherever it was.
There was a lot of unknowns in the situation that he didn't like, and he voiced his complaints, which seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was oddly a relief because who knows what kind of ears you found in a place like this. They'd probably belong to something with a lot of teeth, and a sense of priorities that put its stomach's fulfillment way, way up to the top of the list of important things to keep happy, while he ended up somewhere so far down you'd need a shovel and a canary to get to him. "Probably better, if I shut up." It would've been nice to be able to nod to himself, as a way to let him know how happy he was with himself for making such a good decision, but there didn't seem to be a neck to nod with, or anything else which might explain how consciousness existed.
The young man tried to look one way and then the other, but that couldn't be done either, at least he didn't think it was done. Hard to tell if your moving without sight or feeling. "Okay." He said in a voice that would have been clear and calm had there been a voice box for it to come out of. "I'm going to panic now," and he did, but not for too long because without a screaming voice or randomly flailing set of limbs, what was the point. That done, he waited for something to happen.
And it happened. Not quickly at first, but whoever was pulling the strings didn't waste time with any of that unnecessary build up you got in some films whose makers didn't know the difference between an awe inspiring reveal and showing off just how much you could milk a single scene. There was a flash of light, a big one, the kind of light you got at the beginning of the universe, or when a fist slam you right in the spot that made your eyes think there was a universe beginning flash. Only, unlike the fist to the head it didn't hurt, at all. There was no pain. Really, his eyes should have been burnt into little black raisins you couldn't eat without going to prison, or later through up after finding out they weren't really raisins.
A figure appeared before him. It might've been a person, but it was hard to tell because something had gone through incredible lengths to make sure he had no idea what he was talking to. "Hello?" He thought(said(?)) There were tears running down the face which actually did look a bit womanly now that he paid a little bit more attention to it. "Why are you crying?" There was a pause before the woman, and it had to be a woman because males just can't sound like that, said "Thank."
He would've panicked again if there'd been any point to it;
There was a lot of unknowns in the situation that he didn't like, and he voiced his complaints, which seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was oddly a relief because who knows what kind of ears you found in a place like this. They'd probably belong to something with a lot of teeth, and a sense of priorities that put its stomach's fulfillment way, way up to the top of the list of important things to keep happy, while he ended up somewhere so far down you'd need a shovel and a canary to get to him. "Probably better, if I shut up." It would've been nice to be able to nod to himself, as a way to let him know how happy he was with himself for making such a good decision, but there didn't seem to be a neck to nod with, or anything else which might explain how consciousness existed.
The young man tried to look one way and then the other, but that couldn't be done either, at least he didn't think it was done. Hard to tell if your moving without sight or feeling. "Okay." He said in a voice that would have been clear and calm had there been a voice box for it to come out of. "I'm going to panic now," and he did, but not for too long because without a screaming voice or randomly flailing set of limbs, what was the point. That done, he waited for something to happen.
And it happened. Not quickly at first, but whoever was pulling the strings didn't waste time with any of that unnecessary build up you got in some films whose makers didn't know the difference between an awe inspiring reveal and showing off just how much you could milk a single scene. There was a flash of light, a big one, the kind of light you got at the beginning of the universe, or when a fist slam you right in the spot that made your eyes think there was a universe beginning flash. Only, unlike the fist to the head it didn't hurt, at all. There was no pain. Really, his eyes should have been burnt into little black raisins you couldn't eat without going to prison, or later through up after finding out they weren't really raisins.
A figure appeared before him. It might've been a person, but it was hard to tell because something had gone through incredible lengths to make sure he had no idea what he was talking to. "Hello?" He thought(said(?)) There were tears running down the face which actually did look a bit womanly now that he paid a little bit more attention to it. "Why are you crying?" There was a pause before the woman, and it had to be a woman because males just can't sound like that, said "Thank."
He would've panicked again if there'd been any point to it;
Damn you beat me!
WIP
Name: Jynmi Imsar
Gender: Male
Race: (Whats the restrictions for this? )
Initial Power Level (High tier- 1000-1800; Other tiers- 1-900): (What about characters with "Hidden power")
Techniques (Ex. Kamehameha, Special Beam Cannon):
Personality:
Appearance:(Should we put it?)
WIP
Name: Jynmi Imsar
Gender: Male
Race: (Whats the restrictions for this? )
Initial Power Level (High tier- 1000-1800; Other tiers- 1-900): (What about characters with "Hidden power")
Techniques (Ex. Kamehameha, Special Beam Cannon):
Personality:
Appearance:(Should we put it?)
So is this still accepting? If it is I'm in(terested)
The day was long, but no longer than usual. It all started with the dogs, and then school. He loved school, but not for the learning. He'd managed to do that by himself. No, what he loved about school was the women, and the endless possibilities that waited for him for three hours of classes and always shrugged their shoulders and left when they realized he was still too chicken to make a move on any of the ones which interested him. Then there was work, and not even a lot of it. The shift was short, about four hours, and he didn't do much work. NOt that he ever did. Perhaps it was all the people talking to him, not costumers, that was always okay because they just asked about what they needed and went away. No, the issues he had were with his associates and their denial to accept the fact he wasn't interested in what they had to say. Really, it wasn't his fault. If there was anyone to blame it was them!
"That's probably it, my coworkers." He nodded, frowning because even though the statement made sense on paper there was something somewhere in the far back of his head that wouldn't stop pointing and laughing at him for even entertaining the idea that things could be that simple. "Er." He said as he collapsed on the bed like a brick would collapse anywhere that wasn't holding it tight. "Things will be better in the morning." They couldn't be worst. "Sure they could, I could be denying of a tumor that's starting late and making up for things with the kind of initiative that would bring about a basketball sized clump of retarded flesh in no time flat." He sighed. Stopped sighing and remembered how tired he was which resulted in a much longer sight. It took time and herculean effort but he managed to doze off.
"I'm awake" He said out loud to anyone that would listen. There wasn't a masked figure in the room with a machete looking down at him, which was really all anyone could hope for. "That's a start right?" He tried to pull himself out of bed but found the task too much for the body that felt like someone had injected full of raw dough. "I'll just wait her for a moment and rest my eyes. "
"That's probably it, my coworkers." He nodded, frowning because even though the statement made sense on paper there was something somewhere in the far back of his head that wouldn't stop pointing and laughing at him for even entertaining the idea that things could be that simple. "Er." He said as he collapsed on the bed like a brick would collapse anywhere that wasn't holding it tight. "Things will be better in the morning." They couldn't be worst. "Sure they could, I could be denying of a tumor that's starting late and making up for things with the kind of initiative that would bring about a basketball sized clump of retarded flesh in no time flat." He sighed. Stopped sighing and remembered how tired he was which resulted in a much longer sight. It took time and herculean effort but he managed to doze off.
"I'm awake" He said out loud to anyone that would listen. There wasn't a masked figure in the room with a machete looking down at him, which was really all anyone could hope for. "That's a start right?" He tried to pull himself out of bed but found the task too much for the body that felt like someone had injected full of raw dough. "I'll just wait her for a moment and rest my eyes. "
I'd be up for giving that a try, if you guys are still interested whenever it is I finally manage to post this.
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