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The Frozen Flame: Dark Fantasy/Steampunk RP

Moving countries? Which countries did you move? lololol I'm clever.

Where'd you move to and from where? O.o Not like... I mean, don't feel obligated to answer XD I don't wanna break the rules, but just country-wise.

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And so the school year began...

The days were filled with classes, homework, and club meetings. Sasha and James found that, though they had little time to do anything after school, they could hang out on the weekends. They shared classes in Math, Science, and Art spread throughout the day, but they were separated for their other periods as well as for lunch. After school, however, James had found more clubs than he thought he would want to join. First was robotics, where he learned that mechanics were a bit more interesting than he gave them credit for only weeks ago; and he was good at it too. True to their word, he and Sasha joined a gaming club, which was a bit more active than he had thought a club for video games could be. The heat of summer turned into a cool, breezy Fall and more indoor activities. The sun started rising later and setting sooner as the leaves began to change into beautiful yellows and oranges. James grew out of nearly every thread of clothing he'd had before the start of summer. While he wasn't a painter or performer, he delved deeper into his love for words by pouring everything into his essays for English class and became something of an artist. He had become a creator; devices and worlds filled his head and a spare notebook he kept in his single-strap bookbag at all times. Somehow, he found time to work in his own study of coding and programs, bolstering the robotics club which, until recently, had been dying and even rather pathetic. Of course, his father helped wherever he could.

"You're sure that you guys don't need a ride? It's getting awfully cold outside, I don't want you two to get sick," James' mother stated worriedly as he stuffed the remainder of breakfast into his mouth.

"Ye' ohm, I'm 'ur," He said agitatedly with a roll of his eyes as he spoke through a piece of toasted bread in his mouth as he pushed his arm through the sleeve of his coat.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth," The woman chastised, crossing her arms.

He pulled the bread from his mouth and swallowed the bite, "I said, yes mom, I'm sure. It's going to be way too cold soon, so I wanna enjoy it," He stated. He began to fasten the buttons on the double-breasted military-style coat before slinging his pack over one shoulder and putting the food back in his mouth, "'ye, mum," He said, heading for the doors.

"Hey, hey, wait a second," She said and he froze at the door. "Goodbye, love you, see you tonight," She said, kissing his cheek as he rolled his eyes and mumbled an appropriate response, pushing out of the house.

The wind kicked up the leaves and gave the air a nip as he shrugged his shoulders and popped his collar, trying to keep warm. As he moved for Sasha's, he could feel his heartbeat picking up. How many of his friends had asked him if they were a couple? It had to be all of them so far... He wasn't just tired of having to explain they were just friends, he really had wanted to be more since a few days into the school year. When she came out, he gave her a smile, I'll ask after Gamers' Club tonight, don't want to make the whole day awkward if she says no right now, right? he resolved to himself, Plus, if she says no, then at least we'll be able to have enjoyed today. "Hey, how's your art project going?" He asked, his hands keeping warm in his pockets as the wind softly whipped the little bit of slack on his scarf about. "I thought my sketch turned out well enough, but now that we have to colour it, it's turning into utter shite," He joked, shaking his head pathetically.

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D'oh! Sorry, I meant to reply to your OOC post there! However, I'll be posting in the IC tonight.

Great new on the PTSD project's front: my Psychology teacher loved our presentation so much that he wants us to submit it and our paper to an APA Contest. He thinks we have a real chance of winning. Sadly, because of the paper's length, we have to each cut our own parts and be submitted separately. That's okay, though! I was still thoroughly shocked by how much he enjoyed it.

I'd like to havea thoughtful, outgoing, conversational addition for our Doctor Who discussion here, but two weeks later and I feel that the topic is basically dead now. XD

On that note, I shall start posting for you and I'm very, very sorry for the delay. Now that school is out, it's time to start hunting down a second part-time or a full-time job. I'm hoping Best Buy will find something in me, because I know they'd be getting a damned good employee if they did. :p

EDIT: And can I just say again thank you soooo so much for your patience. ^^ I'm so excited for this roleplay and I'm glad you can wait like that for me. :D

Far From Home

“This is so cool, Kazaro,” sounded the voice of the red-head’s closest friend. “I can’t believe you got to play this for a whole month before everybody else!”

“Luck of the draw I guess, Leo,” He teased back, testing the weight of his starting rapier. “Hey, how about we break this game in with a practice duel?” The man pulled open a menu and sent a duel request which would declare a winner for whoever ‘killed’ the other.

“You’re on, Kaz. How about whoever loses has to pay for drinks after work tomorrow?”

“You know I can’t resist a challenge. Let’s do it,” He said confidently as their slightly secluded area just outside of the starting area was closed off as a mini arena for the two and they brought their weapons to a ready position.

The two exchanged blows rapidly, Leo blocking with his shield and retaliating with a heavy swing from his straight sword only to be knocked aside and thrust at by Kazaro’s rapier. “You’ll never see me lose to your girly little sword,” Leo teased at his red-haired co-worker.

“Hey! It’s a French blade, the sword of a gentleman,” He quipped as their health bars fell at nearly equal rates. Finally, Kazaro stepped forward, his blade flashing a brilliant hue of indigo as it embedded itself into Leo’s chest. “Ha! I got you!” He teased, “See you at the respawn point,” the man pointed out as Leo laughed lightly, shattering into thousands of pieces.

Several hours later…

Kazaro stared over the edge of the Town of Beginnings. This small rail was all that was keeping him back and soon his foot was atop it and he could see into the nothingness that would results in his death. He was a murderer. Not only that, but he had killed even his best friend and was left alone in this unforgiving, one-hundred-floored, endless world. He spread his arms and felt himself slowly leaning forward. He was really going to do it – he would never have to worry about being killed, never have to care about going to work, never have to be guilty for Leo’s death again. How could somebody create a game like this and let him kill somebody before telling them that it would result in a real death? As the air began to rush and everything around him slowed down, Kazaro heard a voice which was so distant that it may as well have been from Europe. A moment later, however, there was something pulling his shirt and he was in the air. Did he fall..? No, something certainly grabbed him… As his eyes flashed open, he hit the ground, directly striking what would, in real life, be his coccyx.

“Hey, what the hell?” He asked angrily. A man dressed in heavy armour with long, silver white hair was staring at him darkly.

“You’ll never fix anything like that. This world is just as real as the one you came from, kid,” He stated with a flat voice. Kazaro furrowed his brow – he was almost twenty-five, how old was this guy? “Whoever you are here is who you are out there, don’t forget it. Get off your ass and do something, because jumping over that rail isn’t going to help, no matter what happened to you.”

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“And that was the day I met Heathcliffe and he recommended I switch to a curved sword… Didn’t say why, but I’m glad I did.” The Vice Commander explained, his hands clasped behind his back as he and Nero walked. Their height difference was quite noticeable, but that was more so because Kazaro would tower over even Fitch and the late Kenshin.

Nero nodded, “I met him at a boss fight – he almost took my last hit bonus, but I think he actually let me have it. That was… Floor ten, I think. We’re progressing a lot faster than anybody expected after that first floor. But the last one… I can’t believe I didn’t expect it…” He shook his head, “Of course every twenty-fifth will be a major jump in difficulty…”

Kazaro shrugged, “You know, hindsight is twenty-twenty, Nero. You’re a smart one, but you can’t hold on to past mistakes or you’ll end up dead.”

Nero opened the door to the inn where the others were waiting and allowed Kazaro to enter before him. The small murmur in the building died to silence as he appeared. Nero came in behind him and the volume rose as rumours were born. As they ascended to the group’s floor, Nero took the lead and, when they saw him, they would notice his armour was white with red trimming and, upon a closer inspection, they would see the lines on it. The leather was dragonhide while the metal was all scales. Rather than selling the rest of his cut, he had a set for everybody fitting their armour types made by Yuna which she would offer to recolour if they so wished. The blade at his side was also new as it seemed heavier and almost carved from something. It was made of dragonbone and as sharp as a razor blade with rather impressive stats. However, it was also heavier than he was used to.

His hand rose and he knocked on the door, “It’s Nero,” He spoke clearly and flatly.

The Frozen Flame: Dark Fantasy/Steampunk RP

Yay!~

The Frozen Flame: Dark Fantasy/Steampunk RP

Here's Kass's Seal:



Took me a while to decide on what I was looking for, especially because... well, a wax seal-stamp isn't a complex image. As a side note, Mother Kassandra chooses to ignore any form of banner. She takes her role as an inquisitor very seriously, but she refuses to be any sort of symbol for control. She feels that it's a waste of a time to order others around when it could be done just as efficiently on her own.

For the record, my light creation of La Nostre likens it to Ancient Greece with linguistic grounds in Latin and the like. Love, if you've not any problem with it, I'd like to make a stronger background for the fall and current state of the region. Classes end with next week, so I'd work on it as soon as I could, but I know Avery worked hard on the Omestri and I'd like to give Kass' kinsmen more to work with in their history.

The Frozen Flame: Dark Fantasy/Steampunk RP

I'll do my stuff ASAP - I'm a little loaded with classes and work, but they'll end by the close of next week.

The New York Darkness

I'm gonna post a flag here for perhaps a character with PTSD. I'm currently working on a project for it and I'd like to really test my ability to use it. If not, I've got a large array of ideas. Fufufu~

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You're an angel for your patience! I'm glad that I could finally get a post out. Hope it's enough. :3 I can't wait to be even more free for roleplaying. ^^ I'm very excited.

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James was a bit surprised at how easy it was for them to just have fun together doing so little. As the night progressed, Sasha proved herself to be more polite than most of his friends and his parents didn't dare let her help with any of the things that needed done. As he heard the quiet knock at his door, he looked over and saw the girl poke her head in and he nodded, "Yeah. I was just getting the bags," He said pulling one from the closet and setting it beside another.

His room was a little bit of a mess, in part due to his rummaging about the closet for the sleeping bags. Posters dotted the chamber and some clothing was strewn about the floor. Old issues of Game Informer magazine were stacked messily in a corner while the newest one rested on his nightstand. In front of the window was a telescope which seemed easy to move if he were to open the window. He brought the sleeping bags out with him and shut the door behind him, handing one of them to the girl as they descended the stairs. Things in the house were winding down as they went outside, James's dad had set up a small tent for them already, whenever they were ready to sleep and while they were laying their bags down, his mother came out with two thermoses of hot chocolate, a warm smile on her face.

"Have fun you two, and don't stay up too late - it's harder to ignore the morning's son out here," She warned teasingly, handing over the beverages and then leaving. James laid out a blanket as well, outside the tent, and sat cross-legged with the hot drink beside him as he leaned back, his hands supporting him from behind as he looked up.

It was quiet for a little bit as a small smile puleld up the corners of his lips. Lights blinked as satellites orbited the planet from an unfathomable distance. "My dad told me that a lot of the stars that we can see have already burned out. But uhm... he said that the light comes at a certain speed... and they're so far away that when they're gone, the light is still coming," he explained thoughtfully, trying to remember what he was taught. "I wonder how far it goes... Do you think there's an end?" The boy asked, looking over for a moment before his eyes were glued to the sky once more. He took a timid sip from the thermos at his side, trying not to burn himself as it warmed his hands.

The school year seemed to be approaching faster every minute too, soon they would have homework and activities filling their schedules. Not to mention it would be getting cold. "Hey," He started, breaking away from the sky, "Do you think we should walk to school together? I mean... you're not too far away and... I dunno, maybe it'd be fun..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you joining any clubs? I haven't really decided yet, I just know I won't be on the football team," The boy laughed, carefully holding his thermos with both hands and tipping it back for a short, satisfying sip as the heat warmed his face.