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5 yrs ago
Current I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio



Hello! Welcome to my little bio.

Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).

Have some dancing medjed.

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@Lonewolf685
Heh.

Heh heh.

All I'm gonna say. Is that if Gwynn sees Fran, she's gonna completely forget about that objective and turn this into a personal vendetta, regardless of how weak she is.

Plus she'd rather die than ever touch a demon. So she'd likely off herself if captured.

<Snipped quote by LokiLeo789>

Wait! WAIT! You gave Azaezel's team orbital bombardment!? I thought our trump card was pretty much the Valkyries ability to come from above... DONT GIVE THE CONTROL TO AZAEZEL! But for real, I'm starting to feel that the angels should use some unity and come together to discuss the battle plans. Cause right now two commanders are boarding the fortress with their forces and Azaezel is just spitting random artillery.


We could come up with a PM thread, certainly. Would help plan things.
Wait, us angels have an orbital bombardment system! That's great and bad at the same time! Give me 2 hours and I'll have us on the path to winning this battle.


Well.

You should just remember, the other factions also have their trump cards and we have no idea what they're capable of. Using the angels first could end...badly, since we don't know what the Elicitor is capable of, and the angels don't know about the Demonic agents within it.

I'd say we wait to use it...but then, I am more conservative when it comes to things like this.

Also what @Lonewolf685 he said. Gotta recover that treasure first, then I can have Gwynn burn everything to ash with holy lightning. As soon as If Gwynn finishes off Grafdakka, she's moving straight to find the treasure.
...Fuck it, I'm expressing my interest here because I have nothing better to do, and Savo was pestering me last night.

Good job, @Mr Allen J I am gracing you with my wonderful presence. Feel accomplished.

Thinking maybe something Steampunky.

~Charlotte Lachance~


Receiving no immediate response from the Ogre, Charlotte fidgeted somewhat nervously. Well, she had basically just been a grade-a Ass, so there was a chance he didn't wish to speak with her because of it. Meh, whatever. Wasn't really her concern really. If he wanted to not speak to her because of that, then that was his prerogative. Still, might as well avoid being any more cranky here. It'd probably not help things.

"R-right then. Lets, uh, get too it I guess."

With that said, she walked deeper inland. Not so much as to loose sight of the beach, but far enough in to get a good look at some of the plants that may be around them. Aside from the usual green leaved trees, there wasn't much in the way of interesting plants here. A few green bushes, but little in the way of good alchemy ingredients. Well, maybe the bushes and trees could be useful in some way. Mundane plant roots and leaves could actually hold some decent qualities if she had her equipment to be able to actually study them.

...

She didn't want to think about that right now, so she instead, focused on the plants. She sighed, shaking her head. Kneeling down next to a bush, she ran a hand across the leaves. She had a small fear that it may have been a poisonous plant of sorts but she didn't think it would be. They definitely weren't anything seen back home, that was certain. She could tell simply by looking and feeling them. What were they though? No clue whatsoever.

"Taking samples wouldn't do...nowhere to store them. Can't test them immediately either." She grumbled quietly to herself. "Ugh, of course my alembic got destroyed...probably my retort, too. Along with my beakers, flasks, cylinders..." she continued to list off just how many items she had lost in the wreckage as she continued to study the plant. It didn't seem to special though, so she doubted she'd find anything useful on it.

At least she wasn't feeling like death at the moment, so that was a plus.


~Sevita Lanka~


Come to think of it, her moving about in this hull would have been slightly...bad. Considering her somewhat larger size. Well, the size of her wings, anyways. She could hug them close to her body to be sure, but it still meant she took up a bit of extra room. Well, at least compared to humans and their kin. She poked her head into the hole in the ship, curious at what the others had found, and if they might need her help with something.

A shout from the little fox from earlier grabbed her attention. She was about to spring into action should something be attempting to harm them, but her concerns were quickly extinguished. Nothing major then, just the fox freaking out over something trivial. The Garuda sighed, mildly annoyed. Hardly a way to act if they were in the middle of searching this vessel. It was equivalent to 'crying wolf' as one might say. If the little fox got jumpy at every little thing, then how would they know if it was something actually serious?

If she was back home, she would have reprimanded the little fox for such behavoir. Of course, maybe it was also a one time thing, so there was no need for such an action. She wasn't home, after all, and doing something like that would likely only end in trouble.

So she quietly stepped into the vessel, talons digging into the soggy wood and mindful of her wings. She didn't have to worry about glass so much, though it would still hurt on the off chance any part of her feet other than her sharp talons touched it. While the others looked for seeds and farming equipment, she looked for something that was a bit more...practical in its application. A weapon of some kind. She wasn't a skilled farmer, scholar or artisan of any sorts, and such things she would leave to those better suited for the task.

And thankfully, it seemed the spirits smiled on her. Buried under some half destroyed wooden crates, she spotted a familiar item.

"I do not know about seeds, Little Fox," she walked over, carefully moving aside the boxes and checking them for valuable, though that search came up empty. Finally done, she reached for the red colored spear under them. It was a simple looking weapon to most, decorated with feathers and other ornaments. Charms from the rain forest, and more than one supposedly to bring protection from harm.

"But I have found something useful for protection." An old friend of hers, she had for...quite some time. She wasn't really one to worry so much about things, but having it in her hands put her at ease just a bit.
Annnd there we go.

Yep, got somewhat long~ xD
I swear, not all my posts are that big xP
~The Ever so Great Witch in training, Selma~

La la lala la~
An average start, to an average day


It was a warm, pleasant spring day all things considered. Flowers were likely blooming outside, children laughing and playing, birds singing. Really, as the sun rose over the mountains on the Island Bellview was located on, it created a rather picturesque display. Anyone who had a daily schedule of work to keep would likely already be waking up, or at least attempting to wake up.

Well.

"ZzzzZZZzz...."

Most people.

"Nooo~....don't take...giant ice cream muffin cake...Ehehee...~"

The Witch in training known as Selma Baumn was still busy snoozing away the morning. She was sound asleep in her bed, soft purple covers pulled over her head, talking quietly in her sleep in an uncharacteristically cute fashion. Soon though, a loud, echoing chime ran echoed through her room. The source, a antique looking grandfather clock. Likely an alarm to wake the one still sleeping despite being morning.

The girl pulled the covers over her tighter, as if making an attempt to make a shield against the loud ringing of the clock, reveling in whatever sweet-filled dream she was likely having. Unfortunately, the chime of the clock wouldn't be ignored. It continued, for a full minute. Every chime, the girl pulled the covers closer around her. Eventually, the young witch couldn't take any more and she shot straight up in her bed, appearing somewhat disgruntled.

"Alright I'm up, jeez!" She yawned, stretching her arms in an attempt to help herself wake. "Urrrgh...stupid...mornings. Why can't they...just not come?" She questioned to no one in particular as the chiming in the clock finally stopped after tormenting her for the past minute. She sat on her bed for a few minutes, still groggy and somewhat half asleep. It was spring. Her second most disliked season next to the scorching heat of summer, and she was hesitant to even start working or even wake up.

...she sort of wished she could just hibernate through spring and summer. The childish thought amused her slightly before she decided she better go and make herself look presentable to the populace. So, she stood, and started making her way out of her room. Or would have, if her foot didn't get caught on a loose blanket and she promptly fell flat on her face. Another uncharacteristically cute 'squee' noise escaped her mouth as she face planted.

"Owie...ow...ow." She held a hand to her forehead, likely where a bruise would be forming. Well, nothing a small tonic couldn't heal, but ugh that was embarrassing. She was glad no one saw that. So, without thinking too much about it, she stood up and got herself presentable. Got rid of her bedhead, bathed, had breakfast (which consisted solely of strawberries, tea, and a sandwich), dressed herself in her usual black dress, boots, and donned her trademarked witches cloak.

She had decided she wouldn't open her shop today. As she had no reason too, after all. If someone wanted to request her services, it wasn't like she had to be there anyways. She could discuss details anywhere. Not that she was probably going to be getting much business, though...the villagers of Bellveiw didn't seem keen on her help.

Which was fine. Magic was a rare talent and shouldn't be abused by funny little humans in just any manner~

By the time she was finished cleaning up, it was around eight in the morning. She took a deep breath of the spring air. Well, it wasn't too warm yet, so maybe today wouldn't be entirely frustrating. She'd go out to the woods, maybe. See if she could find anything useful. So, humming a quiet up beat tune to herself, she left her home.
I'm a bit nervous about the first Ic post being too short or not detailed enough...


It's perfectly fine!

This isn't advanced, so no need to worry so much about that sort of thing. While my own intro post admittedly will probably be somewhat long since I have a tendency to get carried away, (too much so, sometimes) I think yours is absolutely fine.

It got everything it needed to across, and it introduced your character. That's all any intro post really needs to do. Length and detail are good, but sometimes less is definitely more. No one wants to read multiple paragraphs describing one thing or action, or situation.
Hmm~

I got some time before I have to turn in for the night. I'll see if I can get a little something up in a bit~
I'll get a response up tomorrow morning~
@Zapdos I really like the idea of an election tbh. I'll probably add that in.


Witch for Mayor 2016! Make Bellview great again!

...I'll leave now xP
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