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Your RPG account? To be able to log in, or just see your rps etc? XD

Either way, hello Kathi's little sis! ^o^ You should try rping sometime. :)
I'm gonna call posting after Kei! ^o^ I have some... interesting ideas. Hehehehehehehehehehehehe.

Loved all of your posts, guys! Trixie and Fran gave me some wicked inspiration and laughs
How would you even employ a checks and balances system o.o An RPer thinking someone is doing something right or wrong is purely subjective? Unless you're the GM considering you made the rp and thus know it and its rules etc intrinsically enough to know if a player is doing something wrong on an rp level. Personality/attitude wise, as has already been mentioned... if a GM is an asshat, then a player should just leave and join another rp or make their own.

I'm curious to know what rps you're thinking which are living and thriving with notably abusive GMs, because having kept an eye on the forums and noting which rps are long lasting and thriving and the type of GMing and communication that goes in them... there aren't any abusive GMs. And if there was, I'd like to give the players the benefit of the doubt to know that this is the case and they wouldn't be subjecting themselves to anything like that and already know to just leave and find another rp. Unless they were masochistic or something, lol.
Oh man, Kei and Rex. Those both sound horrible. Super best of luck to you in trying to get your internet, electricity and school schedule sorted, Kei! D8 And best of luck with you essay, Rex, and your final on Saturday! >.<

I hope Buns and Fox are both feeling better. >.>

And I have a 3 day weekend yosh 8D

Kathi said I'm alive /o/ Just remember to remind me never to do something like that again OTL Booty cramps are real and they hurt like cuss


All I can say is AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA now you know how I feel everytime you hurt my pr

Not even sorry

8D <3


Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall

“What in Ddaear…?!”

The Masked Phantom threw his head back, narrowly dodging the raking claws of Lucien’s imp as it leapt into the air and swiped at him. The small skittish creature wasn’t deterred by his miss, because as soon as it landed back down on the ground it continued again and again, jumping and swiping the retreating thief and aiming to wrap its mitts around him. The Masked Phantom was rendered speechless in disbelief. His concern upon being thrown into the stage’s curtain was that of the bear he had left behind – but after its initial rage and subsequent crash into the nearby wall, it had vanished… and then the imp had arrived.

The indigo haired man in the robes was certainly a beast summoner, and certainly… annoying.

“Away with you!” The Masked Phantom threw his hand out casually in a dismissive gesture, and the small creature was sent flying from the ground with an ‘ai-yai-yai!’ by the wind that the thief had summoned… to land directly in Lucien’s face.



“Lucy!” Dylan gasped, crouching down low to his friend. “Are you okay?” Dylan’s eyes quickly looked up, focused back on the Masked Phantom, and his hands went to work with the chalk he held upon his slate, ready to create and manfiest his next construction. But before he could get halfway to completing the picture, the slate was ripped free from Dylan’s hands with another surprisingly powerful gust of wind… and casually sent into the thief’s awaiting hands, who then inspected it curiously.

“My, you are an artist with skill indeed. To draw this so quickly… and then to make it real? Fascinating,” The Masked Phantom grinned. “I wonder, though, whether you actually need this in order for your magic to work… and if without it, you’re powerless…?”

He raised the slate in his hands and shattered it upon his knee. Dylan’s eyes bulged in horror at the sight, and his lips automatically screamed at the man. “NO!”

“Two summoners of very different talents… but both no less amazing. My, if only I could actually steal you two as well and add your talents to my collection. But I digress. As you can see, I am not a man to be easily bested, and these actions on your behalf… this fight is futile. Don’t press this further. Stop now… or I will detonate the charges we’ve laid.”
Heyas everyone 8D

I hope everyone's doing awesomely~! ^^ I'm gonna go catch up on ze IC and then maybe see about writing a post. I hope everyone's doing well on this fine Thursday? If possible, I'd like to try and progress things towards coming to a conclusion, which I think we're arriving at pretty naturally. This isn't a call to anyone to rush things, but just bear in mind that the end of this chapter is something soonish. ^^ This chapter's gone on quite a bit already. XD Rex's chapter should start approx the 4th at the earliest, so that's a general guide although not set in stone. A couple of days later or whatever's fine too. I'm just anxious to get to her chappy 8D

And today's song is dedicated to Rex's fun time at her concert yesterday 8D (and what Kei fervently hopes happens in this chapter)



School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces


I hope your sister's situation isn't serious, Buns. A bad back sounds... ouch.
Jig said For the player guide, I definitely think the focus should be on character creation and post content. Perhaps you could note how a more interesting character can be made by making sure they have a personal conflict that, if not directly reflecting the overall conflict and themes of the RP, can be explored and developed through an RP, creating a character arc expected from every other traditional written artform with characters (and why should RPs be any different?). I'm not sure that notion is really present in players' consciousnesses.


This is something I think's pretty important. Whilst it's not absolutely neccessary in an rp, I think it can help elevate a player, their character and their writing to actually have some sort of goal and aim in mind for their character, and a plan for how they'd like them to develop, whether it be general ideas or something more fleshed out. I've encountered a few players in previous rps who create a character and then just have them along for the rp's ride, which isn't bad, but I feel the character (and myself in reading them) become more engrossing and interesting when I can see that they have their own story, and that the rp and thus mine or others' characters are helping to affect and develop that.
And posted. c: I've skipped Estelle today to allow Kathi time to respond with Miffy. I also used Aria a bit more extensively in my post after your lovely set up since I know you're busy Kathi and couldn't write an longer and more detailed post, so i hope it's okay and that you liked it ^o^ I hope I also proved myself and that I can look after your character quite nicely without hurting them too much. c:

I still have Tobias and Dalia waiting in the wings but I think I'll give Tobias a little breath since I want to see Francesca and Trixie play out a bit more without interrupting that. That's a really nice setup there, and I also like what you did to Simon, Kei. Lmfao right in the butt.




Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall

The Masked Phantom strode forwards through the Theatre Hall, ascending each step of the aisle away from the stage one by one as those eyes, hidden behind his ornate mask studied her. And in return, Aria studied him, as she shifted her body into a defensive stance. He was powerful, exceedingly so to have managed to do to Trixie, Xan and Lucien what he had in a matter of moments, which explained the confident posture and swagger he assumed whilst walking… but it was too confident. Annoyingly so, as if he hadn’t noticed or already forgotten that they had managed to hit him. Unless he considered the wound that minor and beneath him as if to be utterly neglible whatsoever.

She couldn’t move. Lucien’s body – his real body - was only a short distance away from where she stood, and like his bear summon, he seemed paralysed with blindness. An easy target for the Masked Phantom. She gritted his teeth. Against someone like this thief, the best chance she had was to be tricky, just like him.

A small knife escaped his hands, thrown directly at the man’s shoulder, hurtling the gap inbetween at frightening speed. Aria had waited for him to get close enough in range that it should have been impossible for him to use his wind magic on the knife back at her. But his reflexes were sharp – heightened by his magic. He even had the time to chuckle.

One of his pristinely white gloves shot up, and a controlled burst of wind shot out of it towards the knife, enough to keenly alter the weapon’s trajectory and send it flying dangerously back at Aria. But for some reason, it didn’t work. The knife was immune to the wind, and kept flying towards him.

The Masked Phantom gasped, and threw himself to the side again to avoid the blade, narrowly missing it in time. But then he cried out in pain, as something sharp and painful stabbed him in his right shoulder. His smooth face creased in pain, he glanced down at the knife embedded there, and the small trickle of blood running in a small river down his arm. Where had that come from?

The truth of the matter was that Aria’s first knife was nothing more then an illusion, to mask the second knife, which had also been concealed as an illusion of nothing. The shoulder was the best place she could really hope to aim for at her angle, but her jubilation was short lived.

The Masked Phantom threw both of his hands forwards, a powerful blast of energy unleashed from his palms. The buffeting gale of wind was so powerful that it even tore the bolted down seats close to him off from their bearings, and flying backwards. Aria was powerless to prevent herself from also being picked up from the wind, and sent flying straight backwards, at a speed so frightening that were she to collide with the back wall, she would-

But almost as soon as was sent flying she was stopped in mid air, her body hitting something… soft, and comfortable. Gingerly opening one eye she saw nothing behind her, but recognised it to feel like a wall of wind much like the Masked Phantom’s. This time one created by Marcus, saving her and helping her land on her feet. The initial blast still felt like a punch to the gut, but at least it wasn’t the alternative.



“Thanks,” Aria huffed, and Marcus nodded back.

The Masked Phantom’s head cocked to the side as he looked at Marcus, continuing his walk. His suspicions were indeed correct. The man was a wind mage, like him, and one with just as fine a control as he. That made things… interesting and complicated. What would it be like to challenge someone with the same powers as he? If the rest of the room wasn’t filled with other Guilders and their own unique powersets, he might have considered the whole fight much more enjoyable, but as it was…



He stopped beside Lucien’s prone form, and looked down at him. His body subconsciously rubbing his eyes, even though his flesh and blood body was perfectly fine, it was only the bear he had summoned whom was afflicted. Not that it mattered. It gave the Masked Phantom ample opportunity to do to him what he had done to Angel before… except this time, to make the point of a hostage stick to the Pride even more then it had done before. A broken arm or leg should suffice in proving how serious he was. The detonating option, with him and the rest of the thieves still inside the building was a last resort, even for himself. He raised a hand above him, glancing quickly towards Marcus and Aria, silently informing them exactly what he meant, and how powerless they were to stop it.



“Leave Lucy alone!!” Dylan screamed, crouched low to the ground in-between the pair and the Masked Phantom and his prey. His hands sketched quickly over his now cleaned slate, his mind automatically working to instil life into his creation. He would not let this man hurt his friend!

A rectangular glow surrounded the Masked Phantom’s feet.

“What… the…?”

Before he could utter another line, he was suddenly flipped through the air as Dylan’s creation – a spring trap, sent him flying far away from Lucien’s real body in the aisle, and to crash into the curtains by the stage, close to where his summon still was. He became embroiled in the ripped up curtains, wrapped within them and falling onto the wooden platform with a thud.

Aria and Marcus blinked at Dylan with surprise. The Matter Artist turned and scratched the back of his neck. “Well it, er, worked, no…?”

The curtains were obliterated into a stream of fine strips as a vortex of wind sharply sliced through it all, freeing the thief inside.

Now, he was getting angry.
Fabian vs Lute is the most amazing fight ever I swear.

KICK THE LITTLE RUNT'S BUTT, LULU! FOR YOUR LOVE, ROSE!!
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