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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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*Yingmei Okudaira*

@Xaltwind



"...eh? Miss Clucky is that special?!" Yingmei held up the hen, gazing into its eyes. "D-did the gods answer my prayers finally? H-have I made it? Aaaah, divine spirits thank you for this great bounty!" Yingmei pulled Miss Clucky close to her, nuzzling her cheek against its feathers. She hadn't a clue to what it was doing here, but this was her friend now and an obvious indication that yes, coming here was the correct choice!

"A-ah...ahem. I-i mean, thank you erm...Victor was it?" Yingmei blushed furiously out of embarrassment as she'd lower the chicken and try to reign herself in. "I don't suppose you know how often they lay eggs? Or if they need anything special...?" She wasn't one to work with animals, usually so any information on how to properly raise this chicken was a good idea. "Maybe we could hatch more, too?" It'd be a decent source of food, if they could. As Victor would make his reply, though, a bit of movement from his wagon caught her attention. Ah, the little girl.

"Uhm...would it be alright if I let Wilma play with miss Clucky a bit? It might cheer her up. She's harmless! P-probably..."
The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin



"Hmhm, as it should be. I am pretty great, aren't I?" Lena, of course, was completely oblivious to the elfs indifference as she went around checking the supplies. It was easy enough to gather up what she could, make a few makeshift bags out of the materials laying around. Nothing spectacular, but something that could help keep them alive for now, at least. She of course, also made sure to take a healthy helping of alcohol and refrained from indulging then and there just in case. Wouldn't do to get flat drunk in case this body could and its tolerance was zero.

Of course, leaving couldn't be easy.

"Hmm...flexible...?" Lena would proceed to test this. She'd stretch her arms, the ball and socket joints that made up her elbows allowing for her arms to bend in ways that would be difficult for normal bones to do. Her legs were much similar, as she'd be able to easily lift her foot right to her ear. "Hmhm, yes, it seems I am very flexible. Interesting. I could more easily work on smaller or hard to reach spots on machines, yes? Ah, but Javal, perhaps it would be best for me to scout over. I am lighter and smaller, aside from the fact that rubble looks unstable you should stay down here in case the zombies see us before we get over."

If nothing else, perhaps she could use that ability of hers to use the rubble to form some sort of barrier or wall, perhaps?

posting tomorrow after work.
ok, small reply
sorry for the delay~
*Yingmei Okudaira*

@Xaltwind



"O-oooh..." That wasn't good. Fighting wasn't good. Yingmei looked towards Akitsugu and then towards McKinnon. She didn't know the latter, though her boisterous and loud seeming disposition did put her off a little. Not to mention she was slightly concerned about how angry Akitsugu seemed to be. That scary impression of him from earlier certainly came back to her mind when she had almost bonked him with her hoe. As things calmed down, Yingmei let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, her shoulders slumping as she loosened her grip on Miss Clucky, who boked in a mildly complaintive manner.

"O-oh right! Uhm...e-everyone?" She'd start in a somewhat hesitant manner. "W-we found an old mill...it can't be used but with some repairs we could use it to make bread. Niara and I also cleared a small bit of land enough for farming. We planted some Rice, for now, and we also um...found Miss Clucky here wandering around the fields. Its going to take some time for everything to grow and I'll need some help clearing the fields, but it should be doable to get something going to feed all of us..."
Oh right
Suppose I could post something
tonight or tomorrow at some point.
The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin



"...watching that happen in person is different then watching it happen in a movie or something...nngh..." Lena watched as Javal beat up the zombie. On one hand, she was glad that it was over with. On the other, it just really kind of sent home how out of their depth they were here. It seemed like she could at least...make things, but that seemed to rely on a few things like the materials she already had and how much time she had. To say nothing of the fact she felt absolutely tired after doing that just once.

"...eh? No good job for me, Elfy? I made the weapon I deserve praise too!" Out of everything, that seemed to be the thing Lena took the most offense too, though she had very little time to linger on teasing and pouting at the elf before Javal posed her a question.

"Huh. That is...a good question, comrade." She hadn't really considered that. Her body seemed to be entirely artificial, and from the brief inspection she gave herself earlier, she at least didn't seem to have any kind of internal organs. "Since this body doesn't really seem to have any internal organs...I can't really say. If it relies on magic, maybe it needs external fuel of some sort, like food...? Hm. Well, no sense in overthinking it ahaha." Lena laughed. "If there's alcohol down there I'll take it and use it. I'm sure I'll find out in a few hours if I get hungry or not."
Meen-La
Location: Bruma



Ah, what better could someone want? A warm hearth, pleasant company, hot meal and plentiful ale. Meen-La took her seat at the table, making herself right at home as they'd meet their contacts. A rather open and public place, but it provided cover enough for them all things considered. No one should be looking too terribly hard at them for the time being at least, and looking just like a group of travelers would make them less suspicious too.

Not that man made mead was enough to get her drunk that well considering argonians natural resistance to such things.

So she'd drink, eat and listen to this captain Owen. She did think they did stand out a little too much considering the clandestine nature of their job, but it was what it was as long as the mission wasn't interrupted.

"Departure time could depend." She'd say, snapping down some venison. "Entirely on our...companions abilities. I would vote for either leaving at night when nobody is watching, using a route no-one would expect...or during the day, and we blend in with the merchants or other travelers leaving."
Colcette



Well, this seems simple enough.

"Understood, Dame Tannida." Colcette looked over the papers. It wouldn't be her first time traveling through the desert, so she was somewhat well aware of the dangers of wearing metal in the blazing sun. Though...she didn't exactly have a lot of other options for armor, either. Perhaps something lighter? "I suppose I need a suit of armor more suited for a desert climate anyways...now as good of time as any to try and find something. Don't suppose you could make something, Brulhaus?"

She was overall eager to get underway, despite the seeming lack of time to prepare. Not that there was much anyways. Just enough food and water for all of them as well as some other basic supplies would be all they'd need...depending on how far away this Dwemer ruin was, exactly.
The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin



Lena didn't reply to Javal, she was too focused on what she was currently doing. It was taking most of her attention and concentration, and not exactly taking a short amount of time either. It was a bit like a puzzle of some sort? Or more like sculpting with clay, with just her mind? She had to take parts from the armor and move them to the outline of the 'mace'. All the good, mostly usable not too badly rusted parts and mold it into what she wanted.

Honestly, it was rather tiring, too. Like working for far too long using CAD or a modeling when one shout eat or rest instead, it was giving her a minor headache, but soon enough the weapon, if it could be called one was done.

The armor would slowly start to disintegrate, motes of triangular shaped lights flowing from it to her hand where they would merge and fuse into what objectively could be called a mace, filling out from the end of the haft until it would reach the head. A small flash of light followed as it was finished, the sudden weight in her hand catching her off guard just slightly. It was nothing fancy, just along metal stick with a bulbous diamond shaped head with ridges on it. It didn't look very sturdy, and the quality was obviously not the best, but it would have to do.

"Javal!" Lena got back to her feet, hurrying over to the knight and presenting the handle of the mace to him. "Freshly made, hot off the forge! break that things face with it for me, ahaha."
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