Psyker Landshark said
Whoever told you to tone it down is a complete puss and should go back to Tumblr. Just saying.
Between this and your sig....
I liek you.
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Between this and your sig....
I liek you.
I don't mean to sound like some internet tough guy, but....
that really wasn't so bad...
that really wasn't so bad...
Barst watched the battle from above, looking for places he could swoop in and deliver a deadly blow, but still have room and time to escape. One such opportunity arose itself when a heavily-armored woman, with the colors of Vinsenia, attacked the bandits. Narrowing his eyes, he raised his bow and took aim. They say the enemy of my enemy, after all... Letting off an arrow into one of the bandits surrounding her, Barst brought himself overhead, calling out to the armored knight below him. "Got your back! Kill these bastards and don't let 'em touch another civilian!" Bringing himself over to a sturdy-looking rooftop, Barst jumped off of his pegasus and looked to the pair the knight had just saved. As they vanished in a burst of light, Barst could only smile. It's like I'm back in Caldegia all over again...
Again readying his bow, Barst narrowed his eyes as he took another shot, finishing off the bandit he'd shot already. There were plenty surrounding the armored knight, but at least now there was one fewer.
Again readying his bow, Barst narrowed his eyes as he took another shot, finishing off the bandit he'd shot already. There were plenty surrounding the armored knight, but at least now there was one fewer.
Nerendier said
Hey, let me know if anything I write might seem just a little too brutal or overpowered or whatever. Because I've had people who basically say, "Holy shit dude. Calm down." when it comes to how detailed I can get at times. I've done my best to tone it down. My favorite response to something I wrote was, "Dude, I can't finish reading this, it's turning my stomach."
Have you been playing with Mormons, or children?
Nerendier said
Do we have a medic in this group btw?
.......HOLY CRAP THE CLERIC NEVER MADE A CS. Holy. Crap.
Well, we're all boned. GG, no re.
As the battle started and the sounds of chaos began to sound throughout the town, Barst took a deep breath and flipped the commander's switch in his head. While Duraid was in charge, Barst wasn't afraid to give a few orders to the mercenaries who worked with him. All they were given, after all, were general directions. Barst tended to take care of individual situations that arose during battle. Making his way away from Faris and Ereshk to his tent, Barst grabbed his armor, attaching the individual pieces to his body, and took his bow in his hands. It was time to kill some bandits.
Bursting out of his tent while whistling with his fingers, Barst made his way to his pegasus, jumping on and giving his mount a quick tap on the side. Assured that its rider was secure, the pegasus leaped up into the air, powerful wings taking them above the other mercenaries. "Take care of their archers as soon as ya see them! I'm not keen on getting shot out of the air!"
As the pair made their way towards the battle, Barst took aim at a group of bandits. Squeezing his pegasus with both legs to order him to stay where he was in the air, the archer took careful aim and-FTWAANG!-a bandit stumbled to the ground, an arrow in its chest. It wouldn't be a fatal blow, but for now it was enough. Two quick jabs with the foot brought the aerial pair to the side before the enemy could get a good read on their position. Hit-and-run tactics were Barst's favorite.
Bursting out of his tent while whistling with his fingers, Barst made his way to his pegasus, jumping on and giving his mount a quick tap on the side. Assured that its rider was secure, the pegasus leaped up into the air, powerful wings taking them above the other mercenaries. "Take care of their archers as soon as ya see them! I'm not keen on getting shot out of the air!"
As the pair made their way towards the battle, Barst took aim at a group of bandits. Squeezing his pegasus with both legs to order him to stay where he was in the air, the archer took careful aim and-FTWAANG!-a bandit stumbled to the ground, an arrow in its chest. It wouldn't be a fatal blow, but for now it was enough. Two quick jabs with the foot brought the aerial pair to the side before the enemy could get a good read on their position. Hit-and-run tactics were Barst's favorite.
An American student at Yamaku? Now that's definitely a piece of information that he was needing. Things like that were always useful to know. Actually, now that he thought about it-he'd heard something about an American student yelling at another girl. Something about his arm and losing what he had. That....was actually a pretty common sentiment. Those students who hadn't been born with their conditions-or hadn't known about them-often raged at the loss of their "normal" life. For his sake, Isamu hoped this Kyle person would come to terms with what happened, even if he still never really became okay with it.
As Mizukimura left, he called after her. "Thank you! If you get into it, I'll cheer for you all the same!" Collecting his thoughts as she left, he went back to swimming. He still had a bit of cardio to do, and swimming wasn't a terrible way to keep in shape. Pausing, Isamu gently slapped the water with his hand, listening to the sound. "Even with the water, those ears can pick up anything. Guess I shouldn't be surprised." Taking a deep breath, he dove into the water and started swimming underwater, quickly turning and pushing off of the wall as he reached it.
After about another twenty minutes of swimming, Isamu came out of the pool and changed back after rinsing his body off in the males' dressing room. When he made it back to the dorms, his first order of business was to get back to his room and do a little homework. After getting a good start, he stretched his arms and looked at the DVD on his dresser. Over twenty years old, an American movie he'd picked up on a whim. Die Hard 2. Chuckling, he grabbed the DVD and his portable DVD player, making his way to the common room. He preferred having others around, even if he was doing something only he could enjoy.
As Mizukimura left, he called after her. "Thank you! If you get into it, I'll cheer for you all the same!" Collecting his thoughts as she left, he went back to swimming. He still had a bit of cardio to do, and swimming wasn't a terrible way to keep in shape. Pausing, Isamu gently slapped the water with his hand, listening to the sound. "Even with the water, those ears can pick up anything. Guess I shouldn't be surprised." Taking a deep breath, he dove into the water and started swimming underwater, quickly turning and pushing off of the wall as he reached it.
After about another twenty minutes of swimming, Isamu came out of the pool and changed back after rinsing his body off in the males' dressing room. When he made it back to the dorms, his first order of business was to get back to his room and do a little homework. After getting a good start, he stretched his arms and looked at the DVD on his dresser. Over twenty years old, an American movie he'd picked up on a whim. Die Hard 2. Chuckling, he grabbed the DVD and his portable DVD player, making his way to the common room. He preferred having others around, even if he was doing something only he could enjoy.
For Ereshk
Duraid may be the leader of this motley crew, but everybody needs a cheerleader. This sympathetic commander's got yer back, bucko.
Duraid may be the leader of this motley crew, but everybody needs a cheerleader. This sympathetic commander's got yer back, bucko.
Hearing Ashielle's report to Duraid as he carried the grocery bags with his pegasus, Barst couldn't suppress the shiver of fear that ran through his body. That didn't sounds like Vinsenia. That sounded like a demonic horde. To be fair, it might as well have been. Ever since their new king had taken the throne, the western-most nation of the Vale had changed. The most noticeable change, of course, was the campaign of conquest their forces now marched on. He'd already seen the dark side of a battle against Vinsenia, and he wasn't keen on witnessing it again. Bringing the supplies over to where they needed to be, the archer couldn't help but notice Ereshk sitting on a stump, breath ragged and head in his hands. Walking over, he clasped the mage's shoulder in his hand.
"Don't worry, bud. You're doin' alright. Boss man just wants you to be a little tougher. Trust me, it ain't a walk in the park, but it'll get easier. This time around, I'll be helping out the whole trip. Just...do your best, alright? I knew a recruit like you back in Caldegia. Kid wanted so badly to be a pegasus knight. It was heartbreaking when he'd screw up a formation and get his ass chewed out by the commanders. But at the same time, every night, he'd go to bed with fire in his eyes."
Suddenly, Barst's face dropped. "He was killed a week into the invasion. Didn't die a hero's death, no valiant last stand. But the year or two he was a knight were the best times of his life. He'd made a goal, he'd worked at it and he succeeded. But he never gave up. I can't speak for anybody else around camp, but as long as you can honestly say you're trying, you'll always have a friend and a supporter in me. Now get yer ass up...we got groceries to buy." Flashing a decisive smile, he stood firmly in front of Ereshk and offered his hand.
"Don't worry, bud. You're doin' alright. Boss man just wants you to be a little tougher. Trust me, it ain't a walk in the park, but it'll get easier. This time around, I'll be helping out the whole trip. Just...do your best, alright? I knew a recruit like you back in Caldegia. Kid wanted so badly to be a pegasus knight. It was heartbreaking when he'd screw up a formation and get his ass chewed out by the commanders. But at the same time, every night, he'd go to bed with fire in his eyes."
Suddenly, Barst's face dropped. "He was killed a week into the invasion. Didn't die a hero's death, no valiant last stand. But the year or two he was a knight were the best times of his life. He'd made a goal, he'd worked at it and he succeeded. But he never gave up. I can't speak for anybody else around camp, but as long as you can honestly say you're trying, you'll always have a friend and a supporter in me. Now get yer ass up...we got groceries to buy." Flashing a decisive smile, he stood firmly in front of Ereshk and offered his hand.
Shaking his head to free some of the water from his hair, Isamu paid careful attention to the words of his companion. Something about her made him feel as though she were someone of great importance. However, that was likely her demeanor and the confidence she radiated. He couldn't help but feel calm in this girl's presence. That he also blamed on her demeanor. She was confident but gentle, polite but firm. He also had to agree with her assessment of limitations simply being challenges. It made sense to him. After all, when a video gamer wanted to earn a sense of pride, they would complete a game using only the starting weapon, or do it in a certain amount of time, or with only collecting some number of upgrades.
So, having a few fingers fewer or a lack of sight was like playing on "Medium" difficulty. Of course, that wasn't to say that every person without a disability had an easy life, just that by default, they were operating on a somewhat more favorable playing field.
Killing the gaming metaphor, Isamu noticed her convenient segue into the talent show, planting an idea in his head. Well, some of his skills he couldn't showcase, but there was one he definitely could, with some luck. It was a....much more Americanized skill, but....it was a skill nonetheless. "Ah yes, the talent show. I indeed plan to showcase one of my skills there. I just need to pick the specifics of my act. I'm certain it will be a success." Smiling, he returned to slowly moving through the water, keeping his ears ready for a response.
So, having a few fingers fewer or a lack of sight was like playing on "Medium" difficulty. Of course, that wasn't to say that every person without a disability had an easy life, just that by default, they were operating on a somewhat more favorable playing field.
Killing the gaming metaphor, Isamu noticed her convenient segue into the talent show, planting an idea in his head. Well, some of his skills he couldn't showcase, but there was one he definitely could, with some luck. It was a....much more Americanized skill, but....it was a skill nonetheless. "Ah yes, the talent show. I indeed plan to showcase one of my skills there. I just need to pick the specifics of my act. I'm certain it will be a success." Smiling, he returned to slowly moving through the water, keeping his ears ready for a response.
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