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5 yrs ago
Current One month away from SMT V's release. Super hyped
5 yrs ago
Rest in peace, Koichi Sugiyama. Dragon Quest won't be the same without you
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5 yrs ago
Timeless River Sora mains unite
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5 yrs ago
Writing is a fickle process. Sometimes you're not sure what to put down, sometimes you write way more than you ever intended.
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5 yrs ago
Excited to play Deltarune Chapter 2 tonight. What a perfect start to the weekend!
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Bio




~ 27 Years Old.
~ Enjoys all sorts of settings, and genres. Fandom and Original. Loves writing combat, and sappy stuff.
~ Slow but steady posting schedule, and notifies you of complications!
~ Stupid funny meme guy that prefers friends rather than flame wars.

Most Recent Posts

In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It brings me back to the old days when I'd do 1-2 paragraph posts.




It's been a long time since I've been in an RP where I can just post a little and not have to catch up to every event before a sudden skip in time happens. Just messing around and doing interactions is a ton of fun, even if it only lasts a short while before the chaos starts proper
In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@metanoia

That's actually pretty damn close to what I was thinking, and I love it.
In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@metanoia

That's good though! Really shows how much heart he has and how much he cares.
In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ross is somehow more precious than I originally thought.

Wasn't sure if that was possible lmao

LOCATION: Edge Of The Blue - Luma Pools
WORD COUNT: 1,311(+3 EXP)




Looking back from his trap, Elliot discovered the mound he had been scooping through had absolutely nothing! His disappointment was immensurable, but he pressed onward with his dig as these mounds had to have something, somewhere. He focused on his next target, scooping it away with his hands in a mixture of curiosity and desperation for this to not be a waste of his time. Luckily enough he felt something in his palms, fingers scrambling to snatch it and yoink it out of the mound. It appeared to be a coin of some sort, though the fact it was chipped was probably not a good sign. Still, he wiped it against his sleeve and found it was still rather pretty! It was the start of a win, and he'd take it. Pocketing the doubloon, he scavenged the rest of that same mound in search of more treasure, but found nothing. But it motivated him to move towards the next in hopes of more coins, possibly even shinier.

Due to the coin he found before, his next dig was a little more frantic. Fortunately enough Elliot noticed there was an unwanted guest inside the mound, in the form of a really grumpy looking crab. For a moment, he simply stared at it, hands recoiling to his chest in hopes of not getting pinched. It was an awkward moment of silence before it withdrew, skedaddling to go find a new home without an annoying adventurer to pest it. Unfortunately the mound was empty, but that just mean it was time to keep going.

He wasn't sure how long he was digging, but it had been a neat little haul of treasures. The sands had some beautiful shells he collected, wondering if he could do something with them later. Maybe if he had the right supplies, he could make a necklace of of them and keep it as a souvenir of his vacation. That was a cute and relaxing idea, just like the idea that came with the coconut he found next. Once he did relax, he could try to crack it open and take a drink. Though, he had to question if a buried coconut was good to drink... He'd sniff it or something later once he busted it open. For now, he moved on.

Elliot's excavation of the sand mounds finally started bearing some real fruit as he found what he at first assumed was just a really hard rock, but it had a strange pattern to it that made him curious. Lightly knocking his knuckles against it, he figured this thing would be really hard to break, and he wasn't sure if that'd do him any good. If anything, it was nifty to look at. And even if it was for the sake of hoarding cool collectibles, he'd keep it. Kinda heavy, though. He hoped that it was worth dragging home as something other than a souvenir.

Elliot had been growing a bit tired of digging, but decided on one last dig. The man stuck his hands into the mound and to his surprise, instantly hit pay dirt. The item felt smooth as he lightly tugged it out, his eyes widening at the sight of what it was: Some sort of... Egg?

"Now what's your story, little buddy?" He asked himself, gently holding the egg in his hands. He looked it over, noting it's spots. What a beautiful little egg, but he had no idea what sort of creature could be within. He looked between the egg and the sand mound, wondering if he'd done the right thing by pulling it out. The man bit the inside of his cheek, standing up as his thoughts weighed towards himself. He thought of the crazy wildlife that existed in this world, and had to wonder what was in this egg. And whatever it was, could he tame it possibly? He was, not admittedly, pretty lonely since he got here. Sure, there were plenty of folks to flirt with back in town, but he was low on friends. The idea of a mystery pet that would eventually hatch amused him, and that companionship potential made him feel a warmth he'd been lacking for awhile now.

He'd keep it. At worst, it wouldn't work out. He felt a sense of hope, and would hold onto the egg in an attempt to keep that hope. Whether that was a good or bad idea, he wasn't sure. But it was the one he'd make.

Done with his digging, Elliot went to check on how his trap was doing. Seeing those wiggly little creatures back out, he groaned. Good thing he didn't lay down, he didn't want those things touching him. That sort of left the spot unusable, so he'd need to find a better one. After collecting his things and trying to organize best he could, he kept the egg in his hand to try and keep it safe for the time being. Wandering away from his failure of a sunbathing spot, he noticed an assortment of strange, colorful looking anomalies on land. Perhaps the water level had been higher at one point, allowing for it to happen? He disregarded it, not sure if that really made sense. A lot of things in this world didn't make sense, at least from his perspective. But he'd just have to get over it, or at least figure it out later. The woods looked interesting, but maybe it was better to keep out here with his new little spotty friend on board.

Speaking of which, Elliot kept the egg close to his chest. His fingers fondly caressing the shell as he thought of the possibilities. Maybe it'd be some sort of big dragon one day, or some sort of dog. "Dogs don't hatch from eggs." He had to tell himself, feeling certain the possibilities were endless. It could be something he'd already seen, but he couldn't think of anything that looked like it laid eggs. That being said, he truly didn't know much about the creatures around here.

"Well now it's our vacation, so let's try and enjoy it." Elliot spoke to the egg, and basically, himself. What would he name it? Would he know if it's a boy, or a girl... Whatever it is? Ah, no matter, he'd try and think of a name that'd work great for a boy or girl! This egg was honestly a healthy distraction for the man, his negative thoughts drifting out of his mind as his vacation suddenly became a lot more interesting. After the work he'd done, he decided maybe it'd be good to take a little break with his new non-hatched friend, and sat down near the edge of the lake in a spot where the sun was coming down to provide a little extra heat for the duo. That old spot was a thing of the past, and the sight of the lake was honestly breathtaking, so this was okay, actually.

As he scanned the surface of the water, he looked for the strange innertube creature again. The idea of floating around on it was very tempting, though the fact it was alive was a bit of a deterrent as he wasn't sure of exactly what it could do if climbing on it made it angry. It looked uncanny, but cute? Truly it left conflicting emotions in the adventurer's heart. His silent observations allowed him to hear the rushing waters, and those damned noises coming from the direction of the ocean again. It was constant, and hard to notice when distracted, but when he was just sitting around like this? "What IS that??!" He questioned, fingers combing the egg in a wary manner. He had to admit to some curiosity regarding what could be making such a strange ear-worm of a noise, especially all the way out here, but for the moment he remained in his sitting position.




In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Akayaofthemoon

I will and you'll like it, dammit
In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Poor Slick...thought the phone was a lesson and not a threat....

Jk XD


CALM
In Rangers 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@OGSG

Compensate for that teenage trauma by owning a truck that is a constant reminder of it. >.>

It's just proof he's destined to get back in the saddle
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