Pachamac

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

It's not the minimum length that turns people off, Derv, it's the maximum length. 2-3 paragraphs isn't much for a lot of people at all, but some rps and their posting can go to any length, there's no general cap, and some people just don't want to read extremely long posts. 'High Casual' tends to be a bit more... concise about posting length, I guess?

A Cold Wind Blows... (Inspired by Slavic Fairy Tales)

Hey there, Lillian! I have to say this looks absolutely charming and wonderful, and a very different rp to the norm that's usually found. I'm intrigued. I don't know much about slavic fairy tales, which could actually be a good thing - something fun to learn. I'll see what more information the ooc brings with it and what the overall number of players and characters etc will look like before putting down my commitment just yet, as I don't want to overreach myself with my other roleplays. But you've certainly got my interest!

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I hope you feel better, Kei! Feeling sick is no good. :( I think I'm coming down with a headache or something too. Blergh.

K, what're you talking about? Your GMing has been absolutely perfect, silly! <3 I can't wait to look forward to the next time you do >8D I cannot possibly fault you. You've done an absolutely stellar job!

But sure, keep the compliments rolling in. :)

I hope you're all doing good! Love you guys! Good luck with overnights, Sue!

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Phillis Circus: Big Top: Aisle

“Balti, hang on! Don’t run off without Uncle Eric…! Man, what are these things?” Halfway to running down the aisle to the main performance ring where the two remaining circus adversaries, the Phillis siblings, stood, Eric found himself having to stop, with something crawling up and over him at various parts of his body, causing his skin to flair up and itch like crazy. It was only upon looking down and feeling around his wrists that Eric found what it was, and he had to take a back take in surprise at the sight greeting him – miniature porcelain dolls, each with a blank, delicate and unblinking stare moving across his body, trying to unstrap the devices around his wrists that he used to fire his wires from.

He frowned at them intensely. It was almost like he had seen these strange things before, but he couldn’t remember where.

At any rate, they were beginning to itch and annoy like crazy. Eric’s offense was rendered immobile as he struggled to rip and tear the persistent dolls off his body, but it felt like for every one he managed to rip free, another would latch on in their place.



Marcus too was suffering with the same plight. The ones attacking him held a fascination for his staff, perhaps believing that taking it and disarming him might leave him powerless. A simple folly. If they wanted his staff so badly, then let them have it.

Relinquishing his hold on his staff, Marcus turned away and ignored the dolls that snatched the wooden staff. His body began to move quicker, enhanced by the wind magic he was generating through himself, striding straight towards Vance and Guinevere’s position as quickly as possible. At first he was aimed for Vance, following up on Estelle’s cry from before. But no sooner had he charged towards the puppettering man then did he stop, his eyes widening in horror at what the two siblings had done to Amy. First, the foam sword, now sharpened beyond all measure cutting into her arm. And then Vance, stepping onto and crushing her wrist.

Marcus’ eyes shone a bright emerald hue, and he swiped his hand from left to right as if motioning a backhand. With it, to the siblings’ surprise, followed a mighty powerful gust of wind that picked Vance up from his feet, and sent him flying away from his sister to the side in surprise.

“Vance!” Guinevere called out.

The man landed down on the ground as ably as possible. The assault hadn’t hurt him physically, only wounding his pride, and flaring up his temper further still. That man had driven him away from his precious Amaranth, and for that he would pay. He had not yet been subjected to his mastery or dominance. Perhaps the ignorant fool should be the next one to learn…!

“You.”

A voice called out from behind Vance, shocking him out of the reverie of his anger to focus on the speaker, and his nearest surroundings. Vance was taken aback by what he saw, in absolute disbelief. He threw his hands across his body, ready to face this new danger.



Surrounded by a bevy of burning toy, plushie and doll corpses, the last of whom which were attacking had been deflected and sliced in two in front of him (before yet more and more were swarming along the ground to approach them) was Estelle, who locked her eyes and focus completely upon Vance. She gritted her teeth and flared the flame of her blade even higher, as with the aid of Marcus’ agility buff, she leapt out of the pit and began charging towards him. After seeing him use and control her and her friends... Xandra, Crispin, Lucien, Syed, Lute and Trixie... and hurt Amy in such a way...!

“You’ve hurt my friends for the last time!!”

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Rexcalibur said
Took a nap.
Set your alarm, Pacman said
Nah I'll be fine, I said

Four hours later--

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Phillis Circus: Big Top

The pretty lights from the bulbs dangling along the lines running along the ceiling above danced in front of Estelle’s eyes, as her vision swam back to normalness. She grunted in pain, pushing herself with a gasp up off the floor, cringing as she sat back up and tried to reflect on what had just happened to her. That man again, Vance, had taken control of her body against her will, pushing her to move away despite having gotten so close to him again. Damnit! She had managed to strike him only so slightly, nicking his coat with her fireblade, but close wasn’t going to be good enough if he could push her away yet again. She needed to stop that! Stop him from taking control of her again!

But before Estelle could think of a way to plan against that, another new danger suddenly threatened her. A bright and powerful light pulsed close by, its origin being that of Syed. And from the look etched upon his face, Estelle could immediately guess what was happening to him. He wasn’t the only one to be screaming panic fuelled cries. Across the way, on the other side of the circus, Lute too was uttering the same screams of worry and agitation.

“Damnit!” Estelle yelled. “Leave my friends alone!!”

Upon Estelle’s cry, several of the seats surrounding the Big Top’s stage were wrenched free from their moorings, held aloft and spinning in the air, at first attracted to the rampaging electricity cascading about Syed’s body, and then, through Vance’s precise control…

“Raargh!” Estelle backflipped onto her feet, jumping and dodging as best she could from the flying chairs sent crashing towards her. If it wasn’t for the healing buff that Amy generously graced her and the agility enhancement Marcus cast her way as well, she would have been crushed by them all. Her joy at dodging all of those attacks was short lived however, as the chairs were dragged out of the indentations they had formed in the ground and continued to be used as weapons against her. It was all it took for Estelle to avoid them. She tried to run closer towards Vance, but it was growing impossible…

“The man!” Estelle yelled out, to everyone able to hear. “He’s able to control us! Focus on him! Knock him out!!”



Lucien’s eyes widened as he lifted his head up to his leader’s shout. It took the summoner some time to recover after the assault his mind had taken from the puppeteer Vance, and it left Lucien feeling all woozy and groggy. That was twice now he had lost control of his summoning, and it made him want to feel sick. The first time was his mistake, one he’d make sure he’d never commit again. The second time… that was because of him. It wasn’t Lucien’s fault per se, but he still felt responsible for it. And now he was controlling his friends Syed and Lute, too! It was time to do what Estelle had said… and take him out, yeah?

Lucien quickly shuffled through his cards, finding the one he wanted to use. He couldn’t risk using a big and dangerous animal again, not if they went wild and out of control like before. It didn’t mean he was powerless, however…

“Hey, hey Amy!” Lucien called, the dopey summoner throwing his hand up in the air and waving to catch her attention. Amy’s brow twitched as she looked towards him. Did he really think this was the right time to be silly? “I’m gonna make a distraction so you can hit him, yeah? Give him a big powerful slap for me!”

Both of Amy’s eyes narrowed in frustration. He wasn’t silly. He was stupid. Vance had heard everything that Lucien said, and he seemed to smile himself at Lucien’s foolish error. He turned his hand, the one controlling Syed, to focus the electricity mage’s attack on Lucien as well, but then, just before he knew it…

He went blind, as something large and disgustingly wet and smelly fell from the sky and smacked him in the face, its tail slapping him over and over before flopping onto the ground in front of the temporarily blinded man.

It was Lucien’s tuna once again.

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I'm going to get started on an Estelle and Lucien post :)

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Screw this entire week

I need a pick-me-up

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Today has been a long and annoying, exhausting day.

I'll update Estelle and Lucien along with my other characters tomorrow. :)

I hope everyone has a fun weekend!

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Phillis Circus: Big Top

Pain. Pure, unspeakable pain gripped the poor man, forced to lie down in a foetal position and hugging his crown jewels. At first he couldn’t see or feel anything else, oblivious to the sensation of all of Guinevere’s plushie army washing over him or the sounds of the chaotic fighting escalating throughout the tent. He just wanted to lie still and curl up and cry. The pain he was feeling was way worse then anything else he had experienced during his time in the-

“Balti?” Eric spoke, feeling a familiar set of hands cradle and try to soothe his aching head. Blinking through his tears and straightening his blurred vision, Eric saw Balti kneel before him, her concerned and worried expression speaking volumes to how his niece felt. He gritted his teeth and steeled himself. He couldn’t let Balti see him in such a state as this. Not ever.

It was only a powerful mallet smacking him in the nuts. No big deal.

He rose up again, patting his niece on the head and smiling down to reassure her. Everything was going to be alright. He’d make sure of it.

“Hey,” Eric spoke out, pointing towards the recovering Cammie and snatching his attention. “You’re going to pay for that, you little punk. No one hits my balls and gets away with it.”

Cammie frowned, stealing himself for whatever the peculiar trenchcoat wearing man’s next move would be, however he didn’t expect it to be so swift or sudden. One of the wires from Eric’s wrists had already snagged around his leg, tightening to ensnare it completely, but not enough to pierce through. As Cammie tried to speak, he was wrenched off the ground and forced to spin through the air at a dizzying rate, circling around and around through the air as Eric spun him about like a lasso. This new makeshift weapon also helped to knock the plushies closest to him and Balti, swatting them away with various squeaks and puffs.

“Get lost!” Eric finally released the tension of his wire from Cammie’s leg. The magician was sent flying through the air at high speed, shooting across the length of the Big Top’s tent, aimed directly at a particular person who only caught her brother at the last second.



“C-cammie!~*” Tammie was regrettably bonked on the head with her brother’s own. The two collapsed in a heap beside their other fallen sister Sammie, as Poppy’s coffee was sent spiralling up into the sky. And in a twist of ironic fate, what Tammie had done to Lucien earlier now happened to her – the steaming liquid landed on hers and Cammie’s hands, lightly burning them.

“Steeerike!” Eric and Balti both jumped and fist pumped. “Hopefully those two weirdos stay down, huh?” Eric turned back to grin with Baltimore.



At the same time, Marcus, who stood before them unleashed another gale of wind from around him that blew the toys and plushies closest to them further back. After that, with a raise of his staff into the air, he erected a wall of wind around them, a swirling hurricane that forced all of the plushies that tried to enter to swirl about its winds and then go catapulting off somewhere, as the trio stood in the relative safety of the hurricane’s eye. It wouldn’t last too long, but it was enough to give them a breather.

“Eric… I would ask for you to leave and escort that young girl with you to safety,” Marcus sighed, catching his breath. “But I get the feeling that neither you nor her are ordinary civilians, are you?”

Eric laughed. “Define ordinary?”

“A guilder, perhaps?”

“No, not quite, nothing as fancy as that. It doesn’t matter, I’m retired now.” Eric handwaved the topic away.

“Well, perhaps that’s something we could talk about later. As for now… if you would be willing, perhaps together we can stop these people,” Marcus refocused his attentions on the two nearby standing siblings, Vance and Guinevere Phillis, and Amy who stood before Vance. The two of them were the ones causing the most danger and chaos, controlling their friends and commanding a dangerous plushie army. “They’ve hurt my friends enough.”

Eric nodded, walking forwards, cracking his neck from side to side with one hand, as the other held onto Balti’s hand. “Yeah… them and their thing with kidnapping people. It ends today.”