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The Impatient Patience of Fulfilled Nothingness
STATUS: I decided it was time for a new look. How do you like it? 10 yrs ago
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I decided it was time for a new look. How do you like it?
10 yrs ago
Weekend was busy, hot, and tiring. I have stuff to do, and this week is looking to be a difficult one. This is going to be a VERY uncomfortable part of my life.
10 yrs ago
DAMMIT! SON OF A-! One of my favorite fanfics is stopping, because apparently it's breaking rules. Not only that, The fanfic I'm working on will have to stop too, since it's similar! This sucks! T-T
10 yrs ago
Must...finish...fanfic...Must...not...look into the YouTube comment section of Death Battle...Must...not...get...sidetracked...
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10 yrs ago
I got into another online argument about shipping again! I said that I ship Blaze with Silver, and they said that she'd be more likely to be in love with Sonic. I can't see how.
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Hiyas! I'm Otomos. OTOMOS THE CRAZY! HYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
SEEYA'S!!!
I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
SEEYA'S!!!
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Well, you never know, they might find a way to escape and survive with injuries.
Gargoyle said
Whoops, it seems Katrina failed to notice Ellissed (Meaning I failed to read his post before submitting my own haha.)Well it seems like people may be able to die in the very first few posts of the rp. The pressure is on :P.
People as in our characters, or people as in minor NPCs? Because if it's the latter, It's already been done. A noble was poisoned by Larfleeze's character.
Drexel kept his head down. He had been the first there. It was most likely because the barracks were close to the castle. He heard the Queen scream in anger. Her two guards marched past him and held one of the servants who had escorted him in place. The Queen herself walked past him, but he refused to look up. She had not addressed him, so he did not get up from his kneeling position.
At this time, Drexel had heard others enter the room. They were most likely the other "finest soldiers" she had summoned. He recognized none of their voices, but it seemed that two of them could not contain their compliments to the Queen. Even when she was clearly angered. It wouldn't matter anyway, they could barely be heard over the sound of the servant's screams.
When the Servants were taken away, the Queen finally addressed Drexel and the other soldiers she had summoned. Drexel stood to face her, and recognized who the others were. The man with the pale face and the beaked mask was easily recognised as the butcher. Drexel had heard that he had committed 30 murders, but was given a powerful position because the victims were plotting against the Queen. The other one was a high-ranking knight. The Red Blade. She is easily known as one of the Queen's most loyal knights, following her orders without hesitation nor sign of regret.
Drexel was in the presence of the elite. How honored he should have been. Honor is not what he felt. He cared not about their achievements, for they mean nothing if they're struck down. Everyone in the room were mortals. Everyone in the room can die. It just so happened that a certain mortal in the room was one that each of them would refuse to be killed or let die.
The Queen had apologized about her earlier outburst and explained what she was planning to do about tge servants' trials. Drexel's eye twitched after she mentioned the trial by gods.
Why bother with that? They wouldn't care in the slightest. thought Drexel.
He put the thought away, for the queen revealed the reason she summoned them. A shield, a blade, and a rusty blade were shown. Each of them were to choose one, starting with Drexel. He stepped up and took a look at the blades. One blade was certainly sharp enough for lacerations, which would fit his way of fighting, but he could do the same with the blades at the end of his chain, and the katar blade on his arm. The other blade was rusty, and looked as if it would break easily. It is the kind of weapon that he would have used without hesitation back when he was a child, but not now. He picked up one of the shields, and returned to where he stood before.
At this time, Drexel had heard others enter the room. They were most likely the other "finest soldiers" she had summoned. He recognized none of their voices, but it seemed that two of them could not contain their compliments to the Queen. Even when she was clearly angered. It wouldn't matter anyway, they could barely be heard over the sound of the servant's screams.
When the Servants were taken away, the Queen finally addressed Drexel and the other soldiers she had summoned. Drexel stood to face her, and recognized who the others were. The man with the pale face and the beaked mask was easily recognised as the butcher. Drexel had heard that he had committed 30 murders, but was given a powerful position because the victims were plotting against the Queen. The other one was a high-ranking knight. The Red Blade. She is easily known as one of the Queen's most loyal knights, following her orders without hesitation nor sign of regret.
Drexel was in the presence of the elite. How honored he should have been. Honor is not what he felt. He cared not about their achievements, for they mean nothing if they're struck down. Everyone in the room were mortals. Everyone in the room can die. It just so happened that a certain mortal in the room was one that each of them would refuse to be killed or let die.
The Queen had apologized about her earlier outburst and explained what she was planning to do about tge servants' trials. Drexel's eye twitched after she mentioned the trial by gods.
Why bother with that? They wouldn't care in the slightest. thought Drexel.
He put the thought away, for the queen revealed the reason she summoned them. A shield, a blade, and a rusty blade were shown. Each of them were to choose one, starting with Drexel. He stepped up and took a look at the blades. One blade was certainly sharp enough for lacerations, which would fit his way of fighting, but he could do the same with the blades at the end of his chain, and the katar blade on his arm. The other blade was rusty, and looked as if it would break easily. It is the kind of weapon that he would have used without hesitation back when he was a child, but not now. He picked up one of the shields, and returned to where he stood before.
Decisions. decisions. I would assume that the missions given to the ones who choose the sgield are focused on protection, which could mean that they would go up against the Brotherhood, while the ones who choose the blades will have missions based on attack, so they may be sent to help annihilate the Conjurers.
But...
Bellatrix's title suggests that they may be the opposite. This is concerning. Oh well, better flip a coin!
But...
Bellatrix's title suggests that they may be the opposite. This is concerning. Oh well, better flip a coin!
I was talking about the actual legend
Larfleeze said
It's Heimdall from Thor, I love him so much.
He's the guy who kills Loki, and gets killed by him right? In the Ragnarok thing?
Hey, Larfleeze. What Movie/TV show is your signature from?
Give me time. I'm at work
I made Drexel's Intro. If anyone was wondering
The Queen's Servants opened the door to the barracks rather rudely. They easily ignored the confusion they caused to the soldiers, it was none of their concern. What was their concern was following their Queen's commands. They were told to bring her finest soldiers to her. The one these servants searched for was known as Drexel, or Blood Hunter if one knew him by reputation only. He was easy to spot. All one had to do was search for the one who had a chain and Katar Blade on his person. They found him cleaning his blades.
"Drexel of Blood." said one of the servants. "The Queen summons you. Come with us."
Drexel Put the cloth down and looked at the servants.
"What does the Queen want with me? I am but a low-ranking soldier."
"It matters not. The Queen has summoned you, so you must go to her. Or do you plan to defy the Prophet?"
Drexel stood up. He did not wish to disobey the one he trusts to overthrow the gods.
"I was only wondering aloud. I will go to her."
The servants turned to walk back, and Drexel followed. It was quite a way to the throne room where the Queen waited, so one servant decided to enlighten him a bit.
"We were ordered to bring the finest soldiers to her." said the servant. "Your achievements were notable, and your name is known to others in the army."
"I made a few traps and killed enemies. Any soldier can do that."
"But you spilled quite a bit of blood during your assignments. I heard that you returned from an assignment completely covered in it."
Drexel was silent. He didn't want to speak of irrelevant things. He only really obtained his reputation because he fought the way he knew best. By impairing his opponents. It just so happened that their bleeding weakened them enough for him to kill them. The "Hunter" part of his title came from his chasing. In his mind, if enemies were to escape, then any knowledge they had would make the next battle more difficult. It was logical. Although he didn't care much for his reputation, it never meant that he didn't relish the blood he spilled in every battle. He loved to smell the metallic scent before it soaks into the ground, and the taste of blood was nothing foreign to him. It was not bliss, but it was nice whenever he had the chance to appreciate that feeling of delight.
As they neared the chamber, the servants opened the door and bowed to their Queen. Drexel kneeled before her, and would not come up until she gives the command. The Queen, Bellatrix. The Prophet of Vahara who will take the place of the gods, and usher in the age of Mortals.
"Drexel of Blood." said one of the servants. "The Queen summons you. Come with us."
Drexel Put the cloth down and looked at the servants.
"What does the Queen want with me? I am but a low-ranking soldier."
"It matters not. The Queen has summoned you, so you must go to her. Or do you plan to defy the Prophet?"
Drexel stood up. He did not wish to disobey the one he trusts to overthrow the gods.
"I was only wondering aloud. I will go to her."
The servants turned to walk back, and Drexel followed. It was quite a way to the throne room where the Queen waited, so one servant decided to enlighten him a bit.
"We were ordered to bring the finest soldiers to her." said the servant. "Your achievements were notable, and your name is known to others in the army."
"I made a few traps and killed enemies. Any soldier can do that."
"But you spilled quite a bit of blood during your assignments. I heard that you returned from an assignment completely covered in it."
Drexel was silent. He didn't want to speak of irrelevant things. He only really obtained his reputation because he fought the way he knew best. By impairing his opponents. It just so happened that their bleeding weakened them enough for him to kill them. The "Hunter" part of his title came from his chasing. In his mind, if enemies were to escape, then any knowledge they had would make the next battle more difficult. It was logical. Although he didn't care much for his reputation, it never meant that he didn't relish the blood he spilled in every battle. He loved to smell the metallic scent before it soaks into the ground, and the taste of blood was nothing foreign to him. It was not bliss, but it was nice whenever he had the chance to appreciate that feeling of delight.
As they neared the chamber, the servants opened the door and bowed to their Queen. Drexel kneeled before her, and would not come up until she gives the command. The Queen, Bellatrix. The Prophet of Vahara who will take the place of the gods, and usher in the age of Mortals.
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