Nemaisare

Where the Sky Meets the Mountain

“What?!”

Among the myriad of voices quickly rising into a hubbub of the same general question, there was one that emerged a little more indignantly than most, though it was rather lost in the overall noise. Shrill though the shout had been. A lot of people had been looking forward to seeing this moment. One of those pinnacle moments when you could tell your kids ‘I was there. I saw the Arabella off on her maiden voyage.’ A historical moment that didn’t involve wars was a pretty damned big deal. You’d think someone would have at least tried to have every problem solved before the big day rolled around. But nope, there she was. Still docked even, she wasn’t even floating, still had her sails all neatly tucked up. Huh, it was probably something stupid. Like they’d forgotten to get the fuel loaded.

“Bah, y’damned creaser. Been up since sparrow-fart to save myself a seat here and we don’t even get us a merry ole explication?” Well, what else should he expect from a crew couldn’t even get their ship launched on time? If that was his da captaining that lady, wouldn’t be no miserable mix-up nor waiting about overlong for some whifling apology about conveniences. Oh no, they wouldn’t have needed to apologise in the first place and he’d have been on board too, sure’s a rat always found the cheese. Whether or not his da wanted him there, besides.

Slouched, grumbling, chin in hand and scowl as dark as a thundercloud on his face, the young boy stayed seated on the lamp post platform he’d put so much effort into claiming as the gathered crowd began to disperse. He wasn’t the only one muttering dire imprecations under his breath either. A few of those he overheard lifted his spirits a small bit, impressed with the rough language. Mostly, however, he simply sat and glared at the ship that wasn’t going to be moving. Almost certain that after such a letdown she’d slip off when no one was watching.

Finally, however, even he could admit defeat. Still, when he hopped off his post and set off, he wasn’t going away from the ship. He wanted to see if he could find out what the trouble was, or at the least get a right proper look at her. Maybe he could find some feather-head to convince that he was owed a look around just for having waited all that time and not a word as to why everyone got to be so disappointed. And if they thought to ask why he was the only one demanding the privilege, he’d just throw in the lot and tell them that everyone else was too damned swerked to think of it.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Yog Sothoth said
I'm sorry if came off as aggressive, it's just that superheroes have been stereotyped for years and it's wrong for people to do that without giving them a chance, so I am what you might call a comic book crusader.

While it is great to want to introduce different perspectives or make sure that people are thinking about what they're saying with more effort than it takes to type or say the words, that they have, in fact, actually looked at what they might be disparaging, crusades aren't healthy for anyone involved. Although, honestly, I don't think anyone was disparaging comic books in this instant.

I find oversized weapons annoying. I don't know why. I don't rp in most settings where they might show up, and I'm definitely not any big expert on fighting styles. But giant swords, or huge axes it would take a bear to even lift, without there being giant figures proportionally sized to the weapon, just make me wonder why the wielder hasn't fallen over yet.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Now that, is a damn fine use of electricity.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Personally, I don't really like genre-alising(new word, ha) rps. Exactly because of the argument that just played out. Not because people have different opinions as to the values or usefulness of a genre, as personal preference is a thing, whoot!, but because a lot of the terms like superhero or anime or others don't have distinct definitions that everyone goes by. And, a lot of the time the term itself has a connotation that can either raise or lower expectations before ever a synopsis of the idea being presented is given. That might just be me not knowing all the different terms and specific genres out there, but I always think that using keywords from the synopsis would work better. Admittedly, if you're wanting to write a story with superheroes in it, then that's kind of a no brainer. And I suppose a term like fantasy, that encompasses a broader scope, doesn't need as careful a definition... I dunno.

I also find myself getting annoyed when someone lists pairings in place of the plots they said were coming in an interest check. That might just be me being nitpicky though.

I think I have a pet peeve with certain terminology being used.

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

I enjoyed reading it, Chromane. I like Roderick, and his almost running into a sword panic. Heh. Never fun. But very amusing to read about. :P

Also, Lexicon, Acrolith and myself are cooking something up between us, so there should be a post out soon-ish. :)

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

I like the names you came up with. :)

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

That answers my question quite handily. :)

Lol, deadly moat water. Turns into the mud puddle from that children's book. We need soap, stat!

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

Yes! We are free to create mayhem once more! Mwahahahahahaha! *giggles*

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

@Maxwell: Posts IC or OOC? Or both? I think the size of the IC posts so far is probably partly due to them being introductory posts, helping establishing the scene. Or maybe from enthusiasm. So far, it's certainly been a great rp to read and write for. ;)

Also, are we doing posting rounds? I can't remember if that was ever brought up.

@Lexicon: That's a good point about Taula being closer, I hadn't thought of that. Of course, Sir can probably fall faster than Taula can swim to close the distance, but Sir hopefully won't be aiming right for Riven when he jumps. Mind, he might, since that would indeed be the ideal method of finding her, land on your target. Yep, that's how all great rescues go, right? :P I think this situation could certainly work well as a collaboration. See what we're working with and stuff.

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

My immediate answer to that question: poor stairs... :(

heh. I thought it was a nice blend of angry and sad and whoops, not always perfect that makes for a nice read. There was a wee bit of repetition with the word blood though. Hard to fix without going for metaphor or getting a bit less prosaic. Repetition is my bane with writing. I like that Lin'Lise is feeling less than happy with herself, but also thinking that Erasmus wasn't the strength or power she thought he was. Which is a nice contrast to everyone else getting angry about him being killed.