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Just got home, it was a hell of a lot busier than I thought it was going to be. I think I crammed about a months worth of things into a week. I'll start catching up in the next couple of days, but I am most certainly home.
The first thing on the very first page says we're closed, but obviously Cyanide can say otherwise if that's what she feels like doing.
I would like to point out that saying you are empathetic does not make you empathetic and the last 5 or so posts of yours really do not reflective any sort of empathy. In addition to that, she's not the only one you're pissing off by 1) just doing what you're doing 2) how you're handling the entire thing in the OOC. People react differently to different things, you saying "you make it cool" does not make it so for everyone. There isn't some catchall, sure that might work for some people, but for other people there are still emotional reactions. People are also on different stages of processing.
I am willing to wager you will continue to focus on the wrong aspects of what other people are saying. This is not an attempt to drag out some perceived drama. I'm going to tell you straight up, you need to listen so much better and wrap your head around the idea that other people think different things than you do and that it's perfectly fine. You're not going to convince anyone of anything, like we're not trying to convince you of anything. We're just asking you to please be respectful. You are making it very hard for me to want to concentrate on this RP, both in the OOC and in the IC. I am so willing to quite talking about this if there stops being parts of it that need discussing. In that same vein, most of what you said has very little to do with the actual problem.
Speaking of the IC, I'm still slowly working on my post from here in the land of Corn (Iowa). It's been pretty busy and y'all know I am infrequent regardless of anything else. Hilariously enough the internet in my great grandmother's assisted living home is better than the internet at my house.
I would like to point out that saying you are empathetic does not make you empathetic and the last 5 or so posts of yours really do not reflective any sort of empathy. In addition to that, she's not the only one you're pissing off by 1) just doing what you're doing 2) how you're handling the entire thing in the OOC. People react differently to different things, you saying "you make it cool" does not make it so for everyone. There isn't some catchall, sure that might work for some people, but for other people there are still emotional reactions. People are also on different stages of processing.
I am willing to wager you will continue to focus on the wrong aspects of what other people are saying. This is not an attempt to drag out some perceived drama. I'm going to tell you straight up, you need to listen so much better and wrap your head around the idea that other people think different things than you do and that it's perfectly fine. You're not going to convince anyone of anything, like we're not trying to convince you of anything. We're just asking you to please be respectful. You are making it very hard for me to want to concentrate on this RP, both in the OOC and in the IC. I am so willing to quite talking about this if there stops being parts of it that need discussing. In that same vein, most of what you said has very little to do with the actual problem.
Speaking of the IC, I'm still slowly working on my post from here in the land of Corn (Iowa). It's been pretty busy and y'all know I am infrequent regardless of anything else. Hilariously enough the internet in my great grandmother's assisted living home is better than the internet at my house.
CrimsonWarrior55 said
Huh? OH! Nonononononnonono! I wasn't trying to be condescending, and I'm reeeeeally sorry if it came off like that. I just didn't know if you knew what the MCU was (my aunt still can't tell the difference and she's seen them all). I'm sorry.
I was being sardonically deadpan anyway, really just said it in the same way I make jokes to hear myself talk. But yes, I know what the MCU is.
Your condescension tastes like Newports.
Wouldn't be Marvel's first flop.
Also, I'm heading back "home" for two weeks. I'll have my laptop with me, it's a pretty boring place when you're not...well, being a good person. So, for me, this time around will probably remain pretty boring. I shouldn't really fall behind too behind. Even though, as I write this, I am actually behind.
Also, I'm heading back "home" for two weeks. I'll have my laptop with me, it's a pretty boring place when you're not...well, being a good person. So, for me, this time around will probably remain pretty boring. I shouldn't really fall behind too behind. Even though, as I write this, I am actually behind.
knighthawk said
for the pirates, imagine each chime is the meeting of blades.
I dig it.
MistressCyanide said
>.>
<.<
>.<
*shoulder pat*
X could smell Sarah approach, she felt a bit weird about that. To her, Sarah was like a beacon. It was impossible not to focus on her, she was the only other scent-bearing being in the room. It smelled, for an instant, as though Sarah might betray her. She could feel the emotions mingling in the air, even as she worked to defend against the sudden flurry of well-aimed attacks.
The AI was good enough to push her back slightly, but Laura parried again and again. Their chiming blades were like a slow rainfall on a tin roof, if rainfall could pack a punch. Sarah's pistol shot was a relief, even if it "missed". The maneuver surprised Laura, maybe less so than Sarah for familiarity's sake, but from that instant she knew she'd have to end this quickly.
Even if she couldn't tire easily, she could still get distracted. The machine didn't have that and it was quite apparent he was out to kill.
She made a decision.
The captain's sword pierced through her flimsy guard, the holographic blade bore into her. She could feel the pain pulsing through her abdomen, an electric shock simulation of sorts. Meant to short-circuit her nervous system, it likely would've knocked out most anyone else. She growled in pain, but it was obviously a maneuver of her own choosing. Obvious in the quickness that her legs shot out, that her hand pulled the Captain's grip closer, that her dagger pushed up into his guts.
He dropped to his knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted as he fell to the deck, the rest was quiet. She pulled the holographic sword from her gut and let it drop. All there was was silence, the ship belonged to her. She looked over at Sarah, still feeling a bit frazzled from the force of the shock. It wasn't eloquent and it wasn't her best work, but she knew how to use her mutation and could deal with it like few others could.
"I thought for a second there you might shoot me instead," she said with a sly grin - eyes showing only the slightest hints of pain. "It is...as they say, a pirate's life, right?" The tiniest of laughs fell from her lips like a heavy black cloud. Her smile like summer rain, even if it was warm and beautiful it was still blocking out the sun.
"One day I hope to meet you ship-to-ship. Maybe we will have our duel then?"
The AI was good enough to push her back slightly, but Laura parried again and again. Their chiming blades were like a slow rainfall on a tin roof, if rainfall could pack a punch. Sarah's pistol shot was a relief, even if it "missed". The maneuver surprised Laura, maybe less so than Sarah for familiarity's sake, but from that instant she knew she'd have to end this quickly.
Even if she couldn't tire easily, she could still get distracted. The machine didn't have that and it was quite apparent he was out to kill.
She made a decision.
The captain's sword pierced through her flimsy guard, the holographic blade bore into her. She could feel the pain pulsing through her abdomen, an electric shock simulation of sorts. Meant to short-circuit her nervous system, it likely would've knocked out most anyone else. She growled in pain, but it was obviously a maneuver of her own choosing. Obvious in the quickness that her legs shot out, that her hand pulled the Captain's grip closer, that her dagger pushed up into his guts.
He dropped to his knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted as he fell to the deck, the rest was quiet. She pulled the holographic sword from her gut and let it drop. All there was was silence, the ship belonged to her. She looked over at Sarah, still feeling a bit frazzled from the force of the shock. It wasn't eloquent and it wasn't her best work, but she knew how to use her mutation and could deal with it like few others could.
"I thought for a second there you might shoot me instead," she said with a sly grin - eyes showing only the slightest hints of pain. "It is...as they say, a pirate's life, right?" The tiniest of laughs fell from her lips like a heavy black cloud. Her smile like summer rain, even if it was warm and beautiful it was still blocking out the sun.
"One day I hope to meet you ship-to-ship. Maybe we will have our duel then?"
The story will be curving back around shortly. Provided the servers hold, lol.
Laura's cadence picked up naturally as she grew more accustomed to their brawling style. She loved the danger room for its endless possibilities and scenarios, but sometimes (like now for instance) she missed her claws striking true in a real target. Robot or flesh, flesh preferred. She had a feeling that want would never go away. Even as her blade licked across necks and danced over arteries, it was nothing compared to the rush of sinking into someone's flesh.
That only pissed her off.
A circle of hamstrung or simply dead sailors lay huddled over one another, laying at the feet of a particularly flamboyant ship captain. It was almost impossible to tell from a distance what she was feeling, but the moment had taken her much more than she thought it would. Very real blood mixed with the mock-up on her knuckles, she'd edged her claws out to give herself a sense of real pain. She could smell it, could basically taste it. Better yet? She could feel it. Her dress was torn already, exposing only brown pseudo-cloth and soft leather boots beneath. Somewhere along the line she'd picked up a nicer rapier, a French blade by the look of it. Simple, but elegant and precise.
Her eyes bore into the Captain, but she didn't want to make this one quick. For some reason she was tired of efficiency, she wanted to enjoy herself for once. To dance.
And so, they danced...
That only pissed her off.
A circle of hamstrung or simply dead sailors lay huddled over one another, laying at the feet of a particularly flamboyant ship captain. It was almost impossible to tell from a distance what she was feeling, but the moment had taken her much more than she thought it would. Very real blood mixed with the mock-up on her knuckles, she'd edged her claws out to give herself a sense of real pain. She could smell it, could basically taste it. Better yet? She could feel it. Her dress was torn already, exposing only brown pseudo-cloth and soft leather boots beneath. Somewhere along the line she'd picked up a nicer rapier, a French blade by the look of it. Simple, but elegant and precise.
Her eyes bore into the Captain, but she didn't want to make this one quick. For some reason she was tired of efficiency, she wanted to enjoy herself for once. To dance.
And so, they danced...
Laura had read Sarah's file, but in her 28 years she learned how dissociated a file could be with the reality of a situation. It resonated in an odd way with her own history, but instead of reliving the trials as she might have in some years past, she simply listened to her teammate's story. They were really, in some ways, different sides of the same coin. No less tragic was Sarah's and...fortunate to the same bitter sweetness.
Sarah's movements were the only real things around her, her scent, the sound of her movements, it all made it so easy to simply track with her hypersenses that Laura didn't exactly need to follow her, but she deigned to. It wasn't an easy thing she'd just shared and she'd learned that, without meaning to, she could be quite cold. X didn't want that to be the case here and so she followed Sarah with those unintentionally intense emerald eyes of hers.
The schooner had begun to flee in the opposite direction as she thought they might, noticing this in her peripheral she continued to execute her plan, attention split between two completely different things. "Thank you for sharing this with me," Laura said, knowing full and well the kind of trust it might take to share such a delicate thing. "I think we may be more similar than I previously realized," X remarked as she held her eyes on Sarah for a long moment before the cannon fire ripped through the air.
"You are correct!" She shouted in response to Sarah's observation, the waves of cannon fire punctuating her unusually placid demeanor. In turning back to face the action she re-immersed herself in this world with a new vigor. Well, a new anger was closer to the truth. Perhaps it wasn't all that new though.
The deck of the schooner was awash with splintered planks and fallen sailors, but plenty more seemed to pour from the bottom of the ship. That pleased her. She made another glance at Sarah, something similar in her eyes to the way that Wolverine looked at his teammates. Something like unexplainable devotion from a thing that shouldn't have existed, a thing meant only to kill. A loyal tin soldier waiting to be melted and molded into some other, more useful shape.
An odd smile crossed her lips for an instant before she blinked and re-focused on the coming slaughter.
"BOARD!" She nearly screamed, her voice projecting out like a weapon. Not that it needed to, Sarah had proved that. It made X feel more powerful, even if she was much more prone to a stealth approach.
Laura was a flash of yellow before the ropes had completely secured the other ship. She pushed off the railing of Ebon Raptor and landed with speed and purpose on the ship that was soon to be hers. There were four sailors on the other side, none of which looked to be the captain. She found it odd even as she drew her flintlock free, drawing her rapier hilt-down with her left hand. In a move purely meant for show, she arced the blade up in front of her, releasing it and letting it spin as she tossed her pistol to the other hand.
X caught her blade with the right, blade pointing proper-like in time to parry a sloppy dagger thrust. She riposted the blade and continued into a spin, backhanding the first assailant with her gun-hand. The weight of her strike sent him careening across the deck, but his dagger fell to her feet. Mid-spin, even as the sailor was still falling she fired her pistol into the particularly broad chest of a dark skinned, imposing figure wielding a large axe. X halted her spin by slamming her left foot down just behind the dagger before she simply released the firearm. In an attempt to retrieve the dagger, she scooped the tip of her boot against it and flicked it upwards. To no avail, the blade caught on her dress and clanged on the deck imperceptibly against the roar of men.
A particularly toothless grin greeted her failure and she took a moment to be aggravated that while they couldn't recognize breasts, apparently they could recognize clumsy swordplay. To that she replied with her sword, giving him another wide smile across his throat. She kicked his digital corpse down the stairs with a feral growl, barely dodging a cutlass that was meant to rend her heart in twain.
Laura caught the sword-arm and pulled him in close, forgetting for an instant that her claws wouldn't work here. Neither would her sword at this distance. The sailor's fist kissed her face with a force that would've likely lifted a lesser person right off their feet. It only served to make her angry. She flipped his muscular arm over and followed him to the ground. He attempted to restrain her with both arms, but she wiggled free, hefted her foot into the air and brought her heel down straight into his testicles.
She noted, for realism's sake of course, that there should've been a sloppy, wet noise with that sort of force. Regardless, the blow registered on whatever pain scale was in place and he went immediately limp beneath her. X rolled off, scooped up her failure with one hand and retriever her barely bloody rapier with the other.
X stared into the chaos, looking for the one target that actually mattered. Not that she would mind slaying the entire ship if she had to, but strategically...she'd like to carve her new ship up as little as possible.
Sarah's movements were the only real things around her, her scent, the sound of her movements, it all made it so easy to simply track with her hypersenses that Laura didn't exactly need to follow her, but she deigned to. It wasn't an easy thing she'd just shared and she'd learned that, without meaning to, she could be quite cold. X didn't want that to be the case here and so she followed Sarah with those unintentionally intense emerald eyes of hers.
The schooner had begun to flee in the opposite direction as she thought they might, noticing this in her peripheral she continued to execute her plan, attention split between two completely different things. "Thank you for sharing this with me," Laura said, knowing full and well the kind of trust it might take to share such a delicate thing. "I think we may be more similar than I previously realized," X remarked as she held her eyes on Sarah for a long moment before the cannon fire ripped through the air.
"You are correct!" She shouted in response to Sarah's observation, the waves of cannon fire punctuating her unusually placid demeanor. In turning back to face the action she re-immersed herself in this world with a new vigor. Well, a new anger was closer to the truth. Perhaps it wasn't all that new though.
The deck of the schooner was awash with splintered planks and fallen sailors, but plenty more seemed to pour from the bottom of the ship. That pleased her. She made another glance at Sarah, something similar in her eyes to the way that Wolverine looked at his teammates. Something like unexplainable devotion from a thing that shouldn't have existed, a thing meant only to kill. A loyal tin soldier waiting to be melted and molded into some other, more useful shape.
An odd smile crossed her lips for an instant before she blinked and re-focused on the coming slaughter.
"BOARD!" She nearly screamed, her voice projecting out like a weapon. Not that it needed to, Sarah had proved that. It made X feel more powerful, even if she was much more prone to a stealth approach.
Laura was a flash of yellow before the ropes had completely secured the other ship. She pushed off the railing of Ebon Raptor and landed with speed and purpose on the ship that was soon to be hers. There were four sailors on the other side, none of which looked to be the captain. She found it odd even as she drew her flintlock free, drawing her rapier hilt-down with her left hand. In a move purely meant for show, she arced the blade up in front of her, releasing it and letting it spin as she tossed her pistol to the other hand.
X caught her blade with the right, blade pointing proper-like in time to parry a sloppy dagger thrust. She riposted the blade and continued into a spin, backhanding the first assailant with her gun-hand. The weight of her strike sent him careening across the deck, but his dagger fell to her feet. Mid-spin, even as the sailor was still falling she fired her pistol into the particularly broad chest of a dark skinned, imposing figure wielding a large axe. X halted her spin by slamming her left foot down just behind the dagger before she simply released the firearm. In an attempt to retrieve the dagger, she scooped the tip of her boot against it and flicked it upwards. To no avail, the blade caught on her dress and clanged on the deck imperceptibly against the roar of men.
A particularly toothless grin greeted her failure and she took a moment to be aggravated that while they couldn't recognize breasts, apparently they could recognize clumsy swordplay. To that she replied with her sword, giving him another wide smile across his throat. She kicked his digital corpse down the stairs with a feral growl, barely dodging a cutlass that was meant to rend her heart in twain.
Laura caught the sword-arm and pulled him in close, forgetting for an instant that her claws wouldn't work here. Neither would her sword at this distance. The sailor's fist kissed her face with a force that would've likely lifted a lesser person right off their feet. It only served to make her angry. She flipped his muscular arm over and followed him to the ground. He attempted to restrain her with both arms, but she wiggled free, hefted her foot into the air and brought her heel down straight into his testicles.
She noted, for realism's sake of course, that there should've been a sloppy, wet noise with that sort of force. Regardless, the blow registered on whatever pain scale was in place and he went immediately limp beneath her. X rolled off, scooped up her failure with one hand and retriever her barely bloody rapier with the other.
X stared into the chaos, looking for the one target that actually mattered. Not that she would mind slaying the entire ship if she had to, but strategically...she'd like to carve her new ship up as little as possible.
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