Ruby

The Obsession with High Casual?

You may be putting too fine a point on the dimensions of Advanced, to begin with.

"But Ruby, Advanced means a page of wordy-jibba-jabba, at least!"

Yeah, no. It means an Editor wouldn't kick your RP's IC out of bed. Plot, setting, pace, even a little bit of art. (What some may call 'fluff' or 'padding' posts.)

Now contrast that with the Casual rundown.

Not TOO far off. More focus on the interactions, the characters, maybe setting, definitely storytelling. But there's no pressure to be novella worthy. But there are no RP police that come and put a black bag over your thread and hurry it away into the night if it says 'High Casual' but doesn't...whatever; met a length requirement, doesn't focus enough on storytelling, doesn't establish enough setting, or pace, or mood.

It's subjective. 'High Casual' is as much a declaration of RP intent more than it is a unit of measurement. If the observation is that it's 'over used'...well, maybe. But, again, it's subjective. To me? Yay it's being overused! They're all, Free/Cas/Adv, just guide lines anyway. =)

The Name Game

Museum website said
The Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History has received one of the world's largest and finest ruby gemstones. The spectacular 23.1-carat Burmese ruby, set in a platinum ring with diamonds, was donated by businessman and philanthropist Peter Buck in memory of his wife Carmen Lúcia.

The Bogus Byrd Man's Interest Check

I have a PERFECT Noir Private Eye plot for you.

But I'm not sure I could keep up a 1x1 with my other demands. =(

That, and, I may be too much of a 'padded' writer for you?

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

Zacharius said
Well, an even vaguer direction would be that they should be from among either the X-men...or people who can be convincingly called Avengers. It's not an open-to-all meetingThe NSA would love that.

Well, yeah.

Hopefully all of that went without saying.

And if it didn't? Re-read the OP. =p

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

Nobody freak out...I started the IC. You still have plenty of time to work on your CS and get them up.

I'm just establishing setting right now. I have one more planned, where the legal situation of our characters gets explained a bit. If you've got a CS and are approved, and you want to do some character establishing of your own before things officially get kicked off? Feel free.

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

"You changed brands."

To catch a creature like the Wolverine unawares, you had to either be very good...or cheat. Seeing as she'd been at best a decent dancer during her own prep school days, stealth was out of the question. It was only telepathic cheating that Jean Grey could use to rob Logan's senses of the upper hand. And cheat she did, treasuring that moment where he jumped just-so at being caught by surprise. Not that you'd see it. His body never moved so much as a centimeter. But his mind couldn't hide the surprise.

Neither could his eyes.

"Come to talk cigars, Red?"

His eyes were brown, and narrowed slightly. His defenses were up. But, then, his defenses were always up around her. Jean let his question sit in the crisp midnight, New York State, air. There was a brisk breeze as grey clouds framed silver when they passed beneath the near full moon overhead like a parade in passing. He stood under a sentinel pine, well worn jeans, leather boots, plaid shirt yellow and brown, and a leather jacket that seemed as used to him as he was of it. Just the sight of the man made her grin at him like a girl, as moonlight peeked between passing clouds.

"With you?" She scoffed, not with his taste for cheap cigars. "Unless it's something with flavor like an Acid brand--"

"--fruity," he said, dismissing it.

"Or something with some balance like an Ashton ESG."

"--overpriced," gruffly he dismissed that, too.

But her grin didn't die there. Dismissing her choices in cigars was part of what constituted 'fun' for Logan. Her grin showed more than her amusement; it shadowed his own. "Champagne tastes?"

"For a champagne girl."

"Careful, Logan, that's awfully close to a compliment coming from you."

Her tone teased him. Her eyes watched him. She was dancing on the edge of an adamantium blade, now, and she knew it. For a moment, her green eyes met his brown eyes, and she forgot all about what it is she had come to say to him. With Logan, passions ran deeper than blood and fire. They ran deeper than life and death. Just because she'd died...

"Listen, Jean..."

She ignored him, her white flats crunching brown pine needles underneath her weight, her hands resting heavy in the front pockets of the denim jacket she wore with the Xavier Institute 'logo' teeshirt and black leggings, to keep the chill close without letting it through to her bones. One step, a crunch, then like a little girl playing a game, another dancer's step, and another satisfying crunch beneath her feet.

Irritation grew, and the man before her's voice grew strained. "Jean, I'm sor--"

"--no." Gone was the girl playing with dead pine needles underfoot, gone was the grin, replaced by the woman who'd returned from the greatest adventure worth having: death. Her green eyes came alive in the faint light of the moon filtered through passing clouds, and the orange-red glow of his lit cigar as she leaned in close...close enough for Wolverine to understand there was no debating what message her lips would utter next. "You don't get to blame yourself, Logan."

"I--"

She cut him off again with little more than a prolonged stare deep into his eyes, the intensity of her gaze growing as her voice drew softer. "No, Logan," the corners of her red lips curving upward in the moonshadow of a smile, "I don't need to read minds to know what you'll say. Except listen to me, and listen to me good, 'bub': the only thing that would have changed had you been in Genosha? Is you would've had a front row view. Instead you were here, in upstate New York, smoking cheap cigars and looking after them." She said, her head motioning in the direction his body faced leaned up against the tree as it was: in the direction of the school.

"Lot o' good that did."

In that moment, Jean Grey did the most dangerous thing she could've done: she touched him. Her right hand flashing out of her jacket pocket and catching his jaw, making him look her directly in the eyes. "Don't ever think I wanted you anywhere else that day. I love you, you idiot." She was past thinking, past having any other purpose besides gut reaction. "I needed you here..."

Then it came to her, like a light flipped in the dark. "I still need you here," she said, letting go of her gentle hold upon his jaw with her fingertips. "If robots coming blasting out of the sky and onto this school...I need you here."

The man was wrought. Beaten out of shape by her touch, her three little words, and her new request. It was through gritted teeth he found words to respond with, words she could have laughed at predicting, had she been certain the laughter wouldn't have wounded his pride. "I'm not a babysitter."

"No," Jean agreed, speaking softly still. Softly speaking cold, hard, truth. "You're a killer. I need to know that a man like you is here, protecting this building and these children." To death and back, Jean almost surprised herself with the maternal, protective, nature she found overtaking her heart and mind to make this decision. Because truth be told, there wasn't another member of the X-Men she'd want going to Cuba with her than this primal killer right here.

But the students mattered more than she did, and so they needed him more. She would ensure they had him.

Jean shouldn't have gasped when he reached out to her, she should've seen it coming. She didn't, and all she could do was try to swallow the gasp even after the start of the sound had escaped her. His arm was a steel vice, holding her body to his in an impossible strength. He was several inches shorter than she was...but he never seemed like it, wide and powerful as the man was he felt like a titan to her now.

"I'm sorry, Jean. I should've been there."

Her fingertips plucked the cigar out of his mouth, and tossed it, her lips smiling. "Just promise me you'll be here tomorrow."

"I promise. And tonight?"

Go where you want.

[Shadowrun] Sprawl Stories (Accepting new players!)

Any roles still open?

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

Nightraider said
I still have to decide what character to go with, never mind how I'm going to play them! 0.0

You have the whole width and breadth of the Marvel Universe(s).

Need some direction? Pick an X-Men. Don't want direction? Dowhatyouwant. =)

Hey There!

CyberneticGhost said
Hello, my name is Rachel, although you may also refer to me as Cyber or Ghost! I am an 18 year old female from the US who enjoys drawing and creating characters. I hope to pursue art college and major in illustration, and hopefully start freelancing and maybe make a comic book!

I barely RP anymore, and would like to start up again...my writing skills are crap and I need to work on that haha. I enjoy futuristic themes, especially cyberpunk. A lot of my characters come from a cyberpunk setting. I hope to use these characters here as well. I am currently looking for a RP to use these characters in. I prefer RP groups of 3-5, although 1x1 will do as well! Larger groups are far too overwhelming for me.

umm yeah, there's not much else to say I suppose...but I hope to make friends here and enjoy my stay!

Welcome to the Guild!

Hard to create a comic book without story, dialogue, etc. That is to say, hard to do a good comic book when you suck at writing. But it looks like you've come to the right place to fix that! ^_^

Any questions, feel free to post them. Have fun!

Hi!

Welcome to the Guild!

Have fun, feel free to post any questions you've got.