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3 yrs ago
Current Done with this site for now. Take care.
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5 yrs ago
Except for 1 or 2 rps and some partners, I'm essentially done with the site. Can only sit down for posts once a week. Hate to make others wait.
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5 yrs ago
Im cutting down on my writing time. Other projects to focus on.
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5 yrs ago
Pointless and garbage respectively.
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5 yrs ago
Want to do a slice of life romance, in the MHA universe. SoL is good with an interesting backdrop.

Bio

I don't know how to make this all stylish yet. I'll figure it out eventually.

In the mean time ahem:

Hello! I am currently writing a script for a fantasy story I plan on animating (Using the program Poser) Rping really helps get my creative muscles flexing and I'm going to be incorporating some character ideas into the RPs I produce with other people. This could include Male or Female. I really try to challenge myself.

I am a huuuuuuuge fan of epic scale narrative, and breathing life into a story is a great passion of mine. Seriously I watch trope talk pod casts and how to write, just to make my script as effective as possible.

I am versatile. I love things with emotion, whether Romance, Grim, Adventure Thriller, or even Comedy. Above all else, I love to entertain. I hope to do so with you.

Discord Shwiggityshwah#6420

I also have a 1X1 interest check.
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Interactions with: @Ithradine@HokumPocus



They were joined by another soft bark. Not so dog like as Arioa but she made a very admirable attempt. Could humans and dogs interbreed? Doesn't seem so.

Mirithal's head tilted ever so slightly as the new girl made her presence known and using word and look to get their attention. Mirithal herself unknowingly copied her, a spare leaf of her dress swayed as if she also had a tail to shake. Still regardless, Mirithal did her best to welcome her. "Green morning. My name is Mirithal. I'd like to be your friend." That was all that she wanted for the time being. Just break the ice and make nice with the residents. She then tried to get as much of what Vey was saying as she could. She nodded, nodded again then stared blankly.

"It would be nice if you could introduce us. He is looking for a spirit." She looked to Arioa to make sure this was the right course of action, he himself seemed a little puzzled by it.

Interactions With: @PaulHaynek@Restalaan



Ozzy figured there'd be a leader in the middle of the crowd, or the back, not out in front. Their champion. In front. Dammit, he wanted to get some swipes in. His boots were off his feet now. They acted more like sandles and he could grasp with them on but he needed full range of motion, full grip in order to seize a struggling warrior. The battle was called and he took a deep breath, his whip at his hip. While the group looked on at the rampaging forces, he centered on one who pointed and shouted.

It was easy to fly in, his form falling like a falcon before his legs reached out, talons ready to snag him. He thanked the gods for the wings of the harpies as each man was almost 240 lbs with all that armor on. He grabbed a sergeant right off his horse and with a mighty heave was airborn again. The soldier barely had a moment to react before Ozzy let him go, letting him tumble into the back of his comrades.

Rinse... and repeat...

But he didn't take long before he knew he had to go after the red headed woman, and to his surprise, Yang was already embroiled in combat. The hulking brute had Yang on the backfoot with axe and sheild. Ozzy had to even the playing field. While the leader held her axe high with a cleave, a claw stopped her from behind, claws capable of lifting a man off the ground now grasped under the heft halting the downward swing. His other claw however reached towards her head, though more realistically, it would paw her head and then clench, rending claws across her face. Ozzy was attempting to injure her eyes, maybe blind her or atleast distract her so that Yang could get the upper hand again.

Interactions with: @CelesteEste Sazel; @RoflsMazoy Clarence and Mort



"A Lawrie? Hmm. Green Morning the Lawrie." The Nidhogen didn't smile, merely a few pops of seeds that skittered onto the floor.

So they were going to the library, something it wasn't allowed to do due to its size. The last time it was in there, it knocked a shelving unit over and it had a domino effect. It spent the better portion of the day trying to get everything back in order, and the amount of red in the room was very distressing. Better to look the part.

The Nidhogen arms and legs dug into the soil of the courtyard, its head and shoulders going upright towards the sky. The warping and snapping and twisting of wood adjusted, like a tree growing on fast forward, its form growing limbs, then branches, then leaves. Its trunk twisted, thickets of ivy and vines swirling about its form, covering its face and completely obscuring the being that was before. But as it spiraled, warped, unfolded, a new shape began to form just past the curtain of leaves. Finally the Nidhogen stopped and from a large open knot in the tree near the roots, something crawled out.

What emerged was a girl? Simple in design, she stood about 5'1. The flower on her head, a vibrant purple. She was in her entirety shades of green save a splash of color at the end of her petal like skirt that wore the colors of House Phantasma. Her limbs bended more like stems folding in mockery of an arm or knee joint rather then how it should function. The smile she wore seemed etched on rather than anything involving the muscles of her 'face'. Indeed, the more one looked the more inhuman features one could find, having her waver between 'cute' and 'uncanny'. She spoke, her voice now becoming undeniably feminine. "I've been working on a huu-man form so I can walk among the soft barks. What do you think?" Nidhogan did a little twirl, her movements kind of rubbery considering she was more stem then wood now.

"We should draw the lost girl's picture. Maybe other students know. I can ask while you are at your classes. And maybe the Nettle knows. She's really good at finding people. This one means, she is really good at trying to find people." They haven't found the Caregiver yet, but not for lack of trying.







Considering there was no way a gust of wind could roll through a hallway, the gust of wind that scattered the papers was no doubt Lorcan trying desperately to defy authority via the use of magic or his summons. Cogsworth's tentacles shot out as quick as the eye could blink and the stack was reorganized in his hands. "Using magic on faculty is a grave offense at this school. That will be detention for you. And I suppose I'll hold onto these until you are civilized enough to handle them properly." The student stormed off, and Cogsworth went on his way.

The nerve of some kids.
@Lmpkio

Apologies but due to a IRL D&D stream Im managing I cant handle any more RPs at the moment and am currently leaving several I am involved with. Hope you guys enjoy yourself.
@Lmpkio





Thoughts?

I guess Gen got busy.

Interactions with: @CelesteEste Sazel; @RoflsMazoy Clarence and Mort



Despite the size, the Nidhogen learned quickly not to sneak up on people, not while its whole form anyway. The first few weeks was a lot of screaming and purple. And it took its companion Nettle to make sense of it all. Thankfully it managed to just become just another part of campus life and just another oddity of the academy. While most summons are gated in from their homeland, imagine the proctors surprise when Nettle showed up with summon. She couldn’t banish it away, cause it would just be banished to where it currently resided.
But getting off track.

A shaking of its weird head, the fluttering of leaves in the wind. ”Good and green morning, the Sazel.” It tried to remember the names of all the creatures that wander this odd place. It happily nodded to whether it noticed, little swirly seeds fluttered down onto the pavement in the process. Before with a thump, it turns its head to see him leave. It spoke lowly, only children’s whispers over the sound of twigs snapping. ”Purple, blue, shades of red. Colors of mystery. Afraid of something to be found. Sad that it must keep it hidden.”

The Sazel suggested they acquire more information. The Nidhogen seemed eager to be of assistance. Tracking down the pretty brown barked human was more fun then being yelled out for trying to share fruit. ”Good idea. Maybe the House with the Cold things can help too. The Mac- sheens. They have Magic boxes that tell a lot of things when you play the piano with them.” It might take a little bit, but the elemental’s limited understanding of technology meant the computers with keyboards within House Machina. It would elaborate if Sazel didn’t get it. ”Let this one plant itself, can help.” The strange creature seemed to bounce a bit like a dog, little white marigolds sprouting on its arms and back. A sign of joy and excitement.

Just behind them, Clarence would have gotten his apple, but also the ire of a weasel like beast that seemed to be made of wooden twigs gnarled together with a mouth. With Nettle’s summoning of her worms, Nidhogen’s clean up duty summons were running out of apples to eat. So when Clarence grabbed one, the little beast seemed to snarl and snap.

The Nidhogen turned in time to see the problem, the wooden mask of green glowing eyes seeming to assess the situation. Out from its chest, a vine unraveled and swung out towards Clarence and then whacked the weasel enough to startle it. This was enough to make this little vermin retreat back into the courtyard under a bush. Nidhogen’s marigolds were in full bloom as it moved. ”Green Morning. This one is sorry for the trouble.” it said as it moved back onto the grass. ”Sazel, the softbark over there is watching. Maybe he wants to help find your human too.”





Interactions with: @ghastlyInc Lorcan



Cogsworth seemed undeterred as Lorcan gave his reasons for not adhering to the guidelines of the school. While it was worded in such a way, it was a flat refusal to follow instructions. The logic pathways opened under the sentinel sub-routines and protocols as it detected the underlying layer of delinquency the student has displayed. Having met many such wayward souls, the Curator was fully knowledgeable and equipped to meet such behavior. Cogsworth would be doing the school and this young man a dis service if he allowed for a simple warning.

”Error” Cogsworth began. ”Several queries has been requested. Responses are to follow.”

One tentacle appears, and suddenly there is a small bluish light portal that the tendril reaches within. ”Stubborn? So you are unable to control your dragon?” The Curator withdraws a small book and swings it to lay into Lorcan’s hand. ‘How to Train your Dragon’ A beginner’s guide to draconian summoning with little cartoon kids and cute baby dragons on the cover ”I see. Well it’s only to be expected that such a task as simply equipping your summon would be outside the purview of a neophyte. After all, getting better at the fine conjuring arts is what we do best at this school and dragons can be considered an unruly classification. I suggest you study hard, lest your passive demeanor lead to your own bodily harm and potential those of others.” Cogsworth inflection of course never changed. "If your dragon proves too unwieldy, there are other summons that might be more your disposition." Sugar coating is for organics.

”Concerning request to meet your driver. Request denied. Task does not involve this installation or its functions. For future reference. It is considered in truly poor form and social faux pau to make commands on another’s summon for personal matters. At this school, you summon your own servants. To use another can be misconstrued as cheating and I would be remiss if you embarrass yourself further and bring about undue conflict. Your ignorance on this matter is of course, forgiven.”

”Concerning request at delivery of your books and assignments. Request Partly Approved. How diligent of you. Of course Master Lorcan. I have them right here for your review.” Eight total portals and eight total tentacles suddenly appear behind him each one reaching in. Each one pulling out books, folders, paper stacks. Each one layering it one by one if not in his hands if he grabs them, if not in a neat little stack on the floor, piling up continuously until it is roughly waist high (or very difficult to carry). Cogsworth would talk the whole time. ”I can personally assure you that everything you require is there and that you won’t be behind a single class for such a late start. I will take liberties to inform all of your teachers that your books and assignments have been delivered to you

 they have been informed.” Which means that Lorcan couldn’t just burn it all and say he never got it. ”I have also added in my personal notes of where your tutoring deviates from the lesson plan.” A final folder of fifty sheets of printed paper also flops on top of the stack.

The portals disappeared; the tentacles disappeared. ”Will there be anything else Master Lorcan?”


@Lmpkio

Basically a two character concept.

A researcher from one of the Unknown Sites is dedicated to conducting technology and counter measures from captured kaiju. One of their containment dubbed 'Angel' is docile and has obtained limited communication with its keepers. The angel also spawns other smaller creatures that actually can function as a type of synergistic power source targetting AI (think Evangelion where the mechs are organic inside a shell of armor.

The Angel however is a cognito-hazard and slowly warps memory, perceptions, etc. It grows stronger as more and more people come to rely on its power. It will even work against humanity, subtly sabotaging efforts to sue terror and mistrust while showing itself as humanities core salvation.

In essence it wants to be worshipped as a god cause worship gives it power.

The researcher unknowingly works to spread its influence, subtly at first but then more and more obviously, like a missionary.


Location: Kina City, Dark District
Interactions: IO@ERode Amira @Cio Triko @Cleverbird




Marius interactions with this odd being can only be described as a child trying to converse with a rather interesting bit of wall and for a moment he figured he was being flat out ignored, which wasn't even the being's fault. If it was some kind of sophisticated automaton or vastly intricate undead, the implications of it could be utterly vast. Maybe the beastkin had made their own automaton's as spies. Maybe this was a kind of weapon seeking out weaknesses in the city. An assassin that currently was on a mission. In any case, Marius could be utterly ignored, he wasn't part of the creation's programming.

In typical fashion, Marius' paranoia and gut instincts were utterly eclipsed by the ever present desire to develop several encyclopedias on the subject and quite possible dissect it to see how it works.

The actual speech was a quite a shock. 'NO.' Io might as well smacked an ice cream cone out of his hands for how disappointed Marius seemed. But then continued to speak. The way he did, getting information about him, presumably by reading his correspondence cause Marius to hold the note flush to his chest and turn away slightly as if IO had been caught trying to cheat on a test.

However he did agree to come along. "Oooo-kay?" Having dealt with logic circuits before Marius did know how to, 'speak robot' as some of his peers liked to call it. But he just gave IO a warm smile. "Thank you for the opportunity! I will most assuredly make this worth your time. I might even be able to give you a tune up. Maybe even help on whatever prerogative you're on. It'll be so much fun!" He said getting back into a simply sunny mood. He walked towards his men. "Captain! Captain, I'll be off! Other fires to put out!"




KINA CITY
Light District: Emissary Quarter



A carriage ride of the same questions to IO concerning his make, model, name, origin, power source, reason for visiting, favorite color, what they eat, could they eat, how they did that cool thing with their eyes; would make up the trip through Kina City. Marius talked... alot, even without answers.

"He-eh-she-eh, they are a guest to our city under my personal admittance. Hence why they are escorting me." As a state sponsored Artificer there were few places Marius could not go, and particularly cause his correspondence granted him the seal of his colleague from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Him getting into the part of the city dedicated to non humans, visiting dignitaries, important merchants, and ambassadors was not the problem. The odd inhuman that the guards hadnt recognized and without proper paperwork had the trouble. It was a minor inconvenience at worst.

Stopping before the embassy for Port Mizu, Marius walked out, and it was a quick walk and a number of questions later and his explanation for filling in for Lieutenant Florence when it came to reasons of diplomacy. He was given a folder with some of the correspondence between Mizu and Kina concerning. "Trade disputes?" The letter he got from Florence seemed like a much more dire need, but this was just Florence asking for a favor, carefully disguised as something much worse then it was. Marius sighed feeling suddenly tired all of a sudden.

He then met his first Naga of the day, one of Lady Amira's retinue. The story changed about why IO was following, now Marius claimed him to be his attendant. It made for less questions. Most Diplomats had attendants. And of course, Marius was asked to relieve himself of weaponry. He almost forgot he was still in his field uniform and probably looked a wreck. He quickly tried to fix his hair, a futile effort as would be getting the smootz off from the Dark District on his lapel.

"Lady Amira is currently in private garden." Advised her attendant as Marius was brought to a simple waiting room with luxurious couches nearby.

"I can wait if she needs." He stated, not wanting to rush anyone.

"I will go announce you. Please make yourself comfortable."

He nodded, a happy smile behind his glasses before he looked to IO. "I'm sorry, this must all seem very dull."



Out in the garden after the fiasco with the sudden Harpy, Amira's attendant would inform that "Lord Artificer Marius Hierophox, has arrived." Guess it would be time to get to work, or let the humans wait. They often times did not give Port Mizu the same courtesy.
Want to do something lovecraftian.

Values mankind but for very bizarre and ultimately detrimental reasons.
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