*Points up*
And yes, there is a reason, it may seem quirky, but in a way, Alexi believes it's for Erik's own good.
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That aside, Even if he told him, at this stage, Erik would not believe him. You said so yourself. The second he was out of those chains, he'd try and eat Alexi, and even if he tried to feed him untainted blood, he's vowed to himself not to accept it.
Alexi's an asshole?
I don't know yet EVERYTHING that needs to exist or not exist, I'm not far enough into the RP to tell you that. And yes, black hole containment thingy :P
*Shrug* Then he keeps resisting, like you planned :P Alexi don't wanna spill yet, and he has no proof beyond his word, until of course, the second dose :P
*Shrug* Then he keeps resisting, like you planned :P Alexi don't wanna spill yet, and he has no proof beyond his word, until of course, the second dose :P
I came up with a semi-logical way for the gun to work. Black hole, boundless energy, contained by stuff I made up that can bind black holes. Does that not fall into the category of logical? As for the sky thing, sure, that COULD is why it is purple, but did I need to say that in the story? No, I just have to say it's purple, and let my readers imagine the reason. The sky COULD be purple because this world is surrounded by a big lady and her dress makes up the sky :P
The problem with putting very strict rules to any world involving magic, is in many cases, the rules governing magic, if indeed there are any, tend to run contrary to the rules of the rest of the universe.
And no, I don't hate anybody, but in the case of this RP, there are certain things I need for the RP, and certain things that can not exist for me to enjoy myself. Like the robot mentality. I guess I have to drop this here: The RP is far from over with the fruition of Alexi's plan, and the rest of the world outside the house walls will be VERY relevant after the plan's climax. The story climax is waaaay after the plan. It's one of the reasons I've been so picky about tech. If certain things exist, the plan would either not work, or need some major additions and changes.
In short, I don't wanna lat out this huge net of the tech history and current status because that would totally f'up(Most likely) not only the plan, but the rest of the RP after it. I'd rather not lay down something that makes sense to you and makes you comfortable, only tome come in later and say, "Oh, by the way, this tech can't exist otherwise this whole thing falls apart" and either have you not want to change, or have to re-work the entire grid.
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Oh, and for Erik, what I just said above may help you with that. No matter when he gives in, there is a LOT more RP to happen after that 4th dose :P
The problem with putting very strict rules to any world involving magic, is in many cases, the rules governing magic, if indeed there are any, tend to run contrary to the rules of the rest of the universe.
And no, I don't hate anybody, but in the case of this RP, there are certain things I need for the RP, and certain things that can not exist for me to enjoy myself. Like the robot mentality. I guess I have to drop this here: The RP is far from over with the fruition of Alexi's plan, and the rest of the world outside the house walls will be VERY relevant after the plan's climax. The story climax is waaaay after the plan. It's one of the reasons I've been so picky about tech. If certain things exist, the plan would either not work, or need some major additions and changes.
In short, I don't wanna lat out this huge net of the tech history and current status because that would totally f'up(Most likely) not only the plan, but the rest of the RP after it. I'd rather not lay down something that makes sense to you and makes you comfortable, only tome come in later and say, "Oh, by the way, this tech can't exist otherwise this whole thing falls apart" and either have you not want to change, or have to re-work the entire grid.
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Oh, and for Erik, what I just said above may help you with that. No matter when he gives in, there is a LOT more RP to happen after that 4th dose :P
*Is tempted to just say 'Fuck it all to hell'*
Do you know the luxury I enjoy most about writing stories? Aside from amusing people and exploring my imagination, it's the power to say "Why is the sky purple? Be cause I said so. Why are there cellphones and no cars? Because I want it that way. Why does water randomly gain sentience and walk around in the shape of a cow? Because I find it funny."
I am a fantasy person at heart, and can only write sci fi if the person I'm with is willing to NOT apply the real world to it. If I wanna say that I have a hand held ray gun that can level a city, I don't want to talk about how that is impossible, I want my fricken ray gun! It's powered by a mini black hole that I made with foozon energy contained in side a taliumn metal sphere. There, nice made up thing to fill the plot/science hole. I am trying really hard to cater to your need for things to make RL sense, but at this point I don't see any other way of doing that than me throwing in the towel and saying "Fine, you make up whatever the hell you need to ease your mind, and I'll submit."
I just. . .*Sigh* I just don't know what else to do at this point. This is not earth, this is a place LIKE earth that WE made, and since it's not real, we should be able to do whatever the heck we want with it, filling in any perceived plot hole with whatever nonsense that writers have used over the years to do just that. You're just. . . Trying to put too much RL in our non real world. It's giving me headache. . . .*Sniffles* Sorry for swearing. . . .
Do you know the luxury I enjoy most about writing stories? Aside from amusing people and exploring my imagination, it's the power to say "Why is the sky purple? Be cause I said so. Why are there cellphones and no cars? Because I want it that way. Why does water randomly gain sentience and walk around in the shape of a cow? Because I find it funny."
I am a fantasy person at heart, and can only write sci fi if the person I'm with is willing to NOT apply the real world to it. If I wanna say that I have a hand held ray gun that can level a city, I don't want to talk about how that is impossible, I want my fricken ray gun! It's powered by a mini black hole that I made with foozon energy contained in side a taliumn metal sphere. There, nice made up thing to fill the plot/science hole. I am trying really hard to cater to your need for things to make RL sense, but at this point I don't see any other way of doing that than me throwing in the towel and saying "Fine, you make up whatever the hell you need to ease your mind, and I'll submit."
I just. . .*Sigh* I just don't know what else to do at this point. This is not earth, this is a place LIKE earth that WE made, and since it's not real, we should be able to do whatever the heck we want with it, filling in any perceived plot hole with whatever nonsense that writers have used over the years to do just that. You're just. . . Trying to put too much RL in our non real world. It's giving me headache. . . .*Sniffles* Sorry for swearing. . . .
Crios rushes across the room at the sight of Seishu in his coughing fit. Mounting the bed he pulls the guardian’s hair away from his face and rubs his back, the oldest and truest way to help someone in his condition. He looks over to his own guardian, his pain rushing away as the urge to comfort the fallen red head takes it's place. However, he knows what Enasi really wants right now it for Seishu to recover, so instead of doing what his heart is telling him, he continues to rub Seishu's back and shush him softly. Slowly the coughing stops, along with the dry heaves, and in a faint flicker of his old self Seishu looks over at Enasi and murmurs, “Even looking like hell, you are still beautiful. And here I am looking like a puke sandwich.”
Crios can not help but roll his eyes, the barest hint of a smile crossing his lips as he pulls the Nightmare Guardian back against the pillows to rest. The bed is a mess, but until he is sure nothing else is going to suddenly explode, Crios can not allow the other in to help him clean things up. Instead he pulls a rag from his sleeve and begins wiping the foul drips of vomit away from Seishu's paler then normal face. The near shock white color worries the doctor, however he looks back and forth between the two, waiting for one of them to say something, anything, to ensure him that this storm is over.
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As the group eats their meals slowly, murmuring little complements here and there to Cho about them, the group can not muster up the courage to talk. Rue glances over to the meal Seishu had ordered, the large slab of meat smelling very appealing and repelling at the same time. Cho watches curiously as, without warning, Rue cuts of a small bite, and sticks it in his mouth. Far more meaty than he's use to, and not reacting very well with the sweet stuff he just ate, his face scrunches up a bit, however after a moment he swallows and steps back away from the cart. Inside he feels a little better, the meaning behind the dish settling his nerves slightly. Then slowly, as if in a chain reaction, each member of the group cut off small bites from around the edge and consume them. Even Harper, who is clearly not a meat eater. Cho is the last to take a small sampling, watching as each of the members of the group seem to relax ever so slightly, their honorary mourning calming their nerves a bit.
Crios can not help but roll his eyes, the barest hint of a smile crossing his lips as he pulls the Nightmare Guardian back against the pillows to rest. The bed is a mess, but until he is sure nothing else is going to suddenly explode, Crios can not allow the other in to help him clean things up. Instead he pulls a rag from his sleeve and begins wiping the foul drips of vomit away from Seishu's paler then normal face. The near shock white color worries the doctor, however he looks back and forth between the two, waiting for one of them to say something, anything, to ensure him that this storm is over.
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As the group eats their meals slowly, murmuring little complements here and there to Cho about them, the group can not muster up the courage to talk. Rue glances over to the meal Seishu had ordered, the large slab of meat smelling very appealing and repelling at the same time. Cho watches curiously as, without warning, Rue cuts of a small bite, and sticks it in his mouth. Far more meaty than he's use to, and not reacting very well with the sweet stuff he just ate, his face scrunches up a bit, however after a moment he swallows and steps back away from the cart. Inside he feels a little better, the meaning behind the dish settling his nerves slightly. Then slowly, as if in a chain reaction, each member of the group cut off small bites from around the edge and consume them. Even Harper, who is clearly not a meat eater. Cho is the last to take a small sampling, watching as each of the members of the group seem to relax ever so slightly, their honorary mourning calming their nerves a bit.
Robots: Not when you take magic into account :P
And I'm glad I could move you :P
*Bangs head on wall* No, not dark age, the government is intact, it would JUST be various forms of technology that would have been destroyed, not the governmental infrastructure, nor the unilateral set back of all tech on the whole. Make sense?
About Alexi, because he wants to. And again Magic trumps Robots. Take faeries(And sprites) for example. As long as you've got a small garden, or flowers, the faeries can dot heir jobs, no maintenance or upgrades required, and they will take care of the garden themselves. No upgrades, no breaking, the only thing you have to worry about is buying new faeries when you faeries die. . Or, or. . .To make things simpler, if this will not kill you, robots never existed. Automated machines and mechanical arms and the like, but no one has ever decided to go the extra mile and make "Robots". Or, even if you can't do that, then I must say again, Magic for the win. No one need robots because magicals do everything robots would do, without needing parts, repairs, maintenance, the time to make them, and programming. Slaves are easier, and if we have learned anything as humans, we go for convenience. Why make robots for stuff slaves can do, when we already have slaves to do the work, and do it without much effort.
And I'm glad I could move you :P
*Bangs head on wall* No, not dark age, the government is intact, it would JUST be various forms of technology that would have been destroyed, not the governmental infrastructure, nor the unilateral set back of all tech on the whole. Make sense?
About Alexi, because he wants to. And again Magic trumps Robots. Take faeries(And sprites) for example. As long as you've got a small garden, or flowers, the faeries can dot heir jobs, no maintenance or upgrades required, and they will take care of the garden themselves. No upgrades, no breaking, the only thing you have to worry about is buying new faeries when you faeries die. . Or, or. . .To make things simpler, if this will not kill you, robots never existed. Automated machines and mechanical arms and the like, but no one has ever decided to go the extra mile and make "Robots". Or, even if you can't do that, then I must say again, Magic for the win. No one need robots because magicals do everything robots would do, without needing parts, repairs, maintenance, the time to make them, and programming. Slaves are easier, and if we have learned anything as humans, we go for convenience. Why make robots for stuff slaves can do, when we already have slaves to do the work, and do it without much effort.
His mother continues telling the boys about her day, sparing Illiendi a smile as he passes, but otherwise shows no sign of stopping any time soon. The youngest son only half listens, his mind drifting elsewhere as he waits for the demon to return. 'I am sure there are many more things that need to get done before we go. Perhaps I will have him give me a list or something that I can refer to. I know it sounds childish, but checklists have always been useful for me. I am a bit of a scatterbrain at times' He watches Illiendi sweep back into the room, smiling at the smell coming from his next dish. Behind him a few other servants come out with the next course for the family, their entree, and Amano has to fight to not grin at his brothers, gloating about his divine meal.
He doesn't have to fight too hard, really wanting to keep his shins intact, and as he watches as once more Illiendi sets down his food and unfurls his napkin, the youngest son keeps his smile in check. 'Those designs he has been bringing them out in, I must ask him about that. I did not know one could fold a napkin like that. . .' When Illiendi offer to run him his bath Amano smiles warmly. “A bath sounds very nice Illiendi, thank you.” He looks to the sugar beside his tea and smiles. “The honey is enough, thank you for the thought anyways though.”
He watches carefully as Illiendi offers to bring his mother some tea, his eyes narrowing a bit as one of the servers seemed to take offense to the offer as the laid his mother's wine glass on the table next to her meal. His mother however ignores the servant in favor of nodding her head gently towards the demon's offer. “That would be divine, thank you.” Her voice is so sweet that Amano almost doesn't recognize it, and he sets into his meal, attempting once more it ignore what's going on between his mother and his manservant.
With little success. 'He must be doing it for a reason, but what said reason is is beyond me. Then again, despite being born into it, I have little understanding of the politics of high society. He could be working one of those angles father is always talking about. I guess I can ask him about it later' Amano eats his meal with relish, while keeping himself from moaning at the delectable flavors now dancing across his taste buds. He spares Illiendi a glance as he pops back in to drop off his mother's tea, but turns back to his half finished meal with a delighted smile. 'He really know how to cook. . .' He hums softly, downing the meal quicker than the others before sipping at his tea slowly. The warm sweetness with the bitter undertone feels good on his tongue as he washes down the tartlet.
He sits back happily as once more the dishes are cleared and the conversation once more turns to Amano himself. “So, dear, how are your lessons going? I have heard good things from your fencing instructor.”
He smiles, turning to look at his mother and away from his bothers' rolling eyes. “Yes, the instructor has told me that I have advanced far quicker than he would have expected, however it seems that I have a knack for the blade.”
“Yeah, right. He's just feeding your ego bro. I bet you couldn't defend yourself from a four year old with a wooden sword.” Burtis chuckles loudly, however his mother ignores the comment, instead smiling wider at her little boy. She has always taken for granted that older brothers will always tease the younger so such comments seem to never really have an affect on her.
Amano too ignores the foolish comment, knowing that none of his brothers have any idea just how skilled he's become, having never bothered to even watch a single practice. The eldest brother has some skill with the blade, however the younger two have always seen it as a waste of time, much preferring using their fists to do combat. Illiendi comes back in once more with the main course this time and he turns his attention on to that. The smell of the meat is tantalizing, however he can not help but spare a glance at the many wine glasses present. 'Is he serving it to everyone? I suppose, there are four glasses. . .' His sits up properly, and waits to see what happens.
He doesn't have to fight too hard, really wanting to keep his shins intact, and as he watches as once more Illiendi sets down his food and unfurls his napkin, the youngest son keeps his smile in check. 'Those designs he has been bringing them out in, I must ask him about that. I did not know one could fold a napkin like that. . .' When Illiendi offer to run him his bath Amano smiles warmly. “A bath sounds very nice Illiendi, thank you.” He looks to the sugar beside his tea and smiles. “The honey is enough, thank you for the thought anyways though.”
He watches carefully as Illiendi offers to bring his mother some tea, his eyes narrowing a bit as one of the servers seemed to take offense to the offer as the laid his mother's wine glass on the table next to her meal. His mother however ignores the servant in favor of nodding her head gently towards the demon's offer. “That would be divine, thank you.” Her voice is so sweet that Amano almost doesn't recognize it, and he sets into his meal, attempting once more it ignore what's going on between his mother and his manservant.
With little success. 'He must be doing it for a reason, but what said reason is is beyond me. Then again, despite being born into it, I have little understanding of the politics of high society. He could be working one of those angles father is always talking about. I guess I can ask him about it later' Amano eats his meal with relish, while keeping himself from moaning at the delectable flavors now dancing across his taste buds. He spares Illiendi a glance as he pops back in to drop off his mother's tea, but turns back to his half finished meal with a delighted smile. 'He really know how to cook. . .' He hums softly, downing the meal quicker than the others before sipping at his tea slowly. The warm sweetness with the bitter undertone feels good on his tongue as he washes down the tartlet.
He sits back happily as once more the dishes are cleared and the conversation once more turns to Amano himself. “So, dear, how are your lessons going? I have heard good things from your fencing instructor.”
He smiles, turning to look at his mother and away from his bothers' rolling eyes. “Yes, the instructor has told me that I have advanced far quicker than he would have expected, however it seems that I have a knack for the blade.”
“Yeah, right. He's just feeding your ego bro. I bet you couldn't defend yourself from a four year old with a wooden sword.” Burtis chuckles loudly, however his mother ignores the comment, instead smiling wider at her little boy. She has always taken for granted that older brothers will always tease the younger so such comments seem to never really have an affect on her.
Amano too ignores the foolish comment, knowing that none of his brothers have any idea just how skilled he's become, having never bothered to even watch a single practice. The eldest brother has some skill with the blade, however the younger two have always seen it as a waste of time, much preferring using their fists to do combat. Illiendi comes back in once more with the main course this time and he turns his attention on to that. The smell of the meat is tantalizing, however he can not help but spare a glance at the many wine glasses present. 'Is he serving it to everyone? I suppose, there are four glasses. . .' His sits up properly, and waits to see what happens.
I said nothing about wiping out all technology, that's why I called it Mini Apocalyptic, just the sudden and complete destruction of SOME things. As for early control methods. . . I do not see most people even believing in magic before the war, so early control methods using magic would be severely limited. Magic is a Magicals thing in my mind, and humans would use tech to suppress it and to win the war, so, yeah. . . . .With as powerful as I see magicals, I don't see pre-computer being an option for the beginning of the war, which makes that statement before about being back in the 1500s very confusing to me. . .I was the one fighting for the war to have been further in the future, right? Like, around the late. . . .Wait, what am I doing. . .I don't wanna use RL dates! *Sniffles* I wanna have tech to have grown differently on our world. . . .*Bangs head on desk* Can't slavery have ended around the computer and war started right after intronet, and together we can work out what the magicals had to have done to make the current level of tech make sense? Like I said, a lot of fields of tech can be futuristic, I do not mind. Alexi's house is low tech on purpose, the rest of the world can be way ahead of him. . . .*Whines* *Cries* *Pouts like a three year old*
Oh,a dn that robot comment from before: Robots are for poor people who can't afford slaves. :P
Oh,a dn that robot comment from before: Robots are for poor people who can't afford slaves. :P
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