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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
6 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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*Picks up the profile* *Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once* *Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty: I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment. My favorite settings would be: High Fantasy Modern Fantasy Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space) I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom. Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!) I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet! -Taro
Koph was backing one step at a time, the kobolds advancing warily as a group. She kept her strokes steady, but she could feel the music building in intensity. Her steps grew shorter; the kobolds' did not. As the movement reached its peak, Koph lunged forward with her thrust. The kobold on her right couldn't react quickly enough and the spear's tip drove through its chest. Pulling back just as suddenly, Koph spun away from the remaining two. Seeing the opening, both attacked; though the center one, with its thigh still injured, ran while its companion leaped.
This proved its salvation, at least for the moment. Its companion found the but of Koph's spear shooting backward, meeting its skull as it descended on its prey. The beast's head snapped back and it fell, lifeless, to the ground. The remaining kobold staggered backward in surprise, just in time to avoid the speartip as Koph spun around again, resetting her stance.
She glanced back to her companion. He seemed fine; he'd already dealt with one of the kobolds, the other two weren't near enough to attack. He was a bit further up the hall, too--somewhat behind and beside her remaining opponent. "Switch!" she called at him.
Alisea was eager. It was such a refreshing feeling after that meeting of Guildmasters. Receiving a PM from Uchaka so soon had been a surprise, made all the sweeter when it was a direct invitation to spend time together. With the crowd dispersing, Alisea had excused herself from Reylan's side ("I have something I need to do. Go show Aster a good time, and I'll meet up with you later, okay?") and exchanged a few more PMs with Uchaka to decide on a meeting place.
When she arrived, the magess found another surprise. Uchaka wasn't alone; River had already approached her. Alisea quickened her steps to reach the pair before he did anything foolish, but when she was finally close enough to hear him over the din of the busy street, she was shocked by yet another unexpected event. He was apologizing. Today was shaping up to be the most interesting day since the first in this new world.
"...together and we need to start acting like it. So instead of meeting you with malice, I meet you with kindness, something I'm sure you weren't met with in the beginning which may have lead to your current position."
Alisea couldn't help but smile to herself. It may have been her words that caused him to think along those lines. It just as well may have been himself, though. What an earnest child he was. The magess withdrew a pace, staying out of sight long enough for Uchaka to deliver her reply before she approached.
After Uchaka had spoken to River, Alisea stepped forward. "Uchaka! Oh? River! How good to see you here! Enjoying the festival so far? All these decorations give the town so much color!" She cast a glance from one player to the other, then gave a shy, little smile. "Oh, I apologize. I can come back a little later if you two need..."
Koph spent some minutes thinking about that answer. The pair descended a floor--still lit by the same blue light, though the tunnels were a little wider now--and continued in silence. It wasn't until then that Koph began wondering if he didn't have any more questions, or if he just didn't realize it was his turn to ask again. Maybe she should just ask again? She had plenty more questions.
"Why Amaterasu-sama? Was there no-"
The walls on either side of them crumbled, a pack of kobolds emerging from the holes.
Koph cut her words short and used her momentum to jump a little further ahead. With them all behind her, she spun back and lunged at the nearest with a quick spear thrust. The kobold jumped away, but the spear's reach was such that it still took a gash on its thigh. The two behind rushed forward. Koph drew her spear back, then thrust with two rapid, short strokes to keep the monsters at bay for a moment more.
Koph spent a moment in silence pondering his query. "Lick it, I suppose. I have a potion in case something really bad happens, but my little injuries mend themselves slowly. For in-the-middle ones, I go to apprentice healers. Discounts since they're still learning." She thought a few moments more, then decided that was a good, complete answer. Solome would be proud of her, she was sure.
"Now you. Why? You're strong--not as strong as Falna, but stronger than most humans. Now you adventure. Why?"
Koph nodded. "Then we won't waste time. We'll start on Floor 3. Stay on your feet, not your heels." The amazoness strode forward, leading the way into Babel, down the stairs, and into the Dungeon.
The first floor was Koph's least favorite place. First they were greeted by Beginners' Road--a wide tunnel where nothing ever happened. Everything else was narrow, winding corridors lit in blue. There was enough space to maneuver, especially for a dagger, but she felt constricted trying to use her spear. The further down they moved, the larger the tunnels would be. Most adventurers would see that as more dangerous, as it left the monsters they fought more space to gather or attack from; but for Koph, she needed that space to dance.
Koph set their pace at a light jog, eager to move through these upper, narrow tunnels into the slightly more spacious caverns below. As they moved, she called over to her companion. "So. Questions? I have some. Only if you want to answer, though. Solome-dono told me I shouldn't pry like that. You want to go first?"
Koph leaned on her spear, waiting calmly but impatient on the inside. She was happy to see Mily; but she was even happier with the speed her advisor employed in setting Voltaire up for beginning his life as an adventurer. Mily always moved faster than the Song while at work. When they were finally ready, though, the advisor had to advise. It wasn't something Koph particularly liked to hear. "Mmm," was her simple response. "We're familia."
Koph lifted her spear and spun about, not even waiting for Voltaire to finish pulling on his new chest-piece.
Though the morning was young, the flow outside was already moving toward the Dungeon. Amid the errands being run, the shops being opened and visited, the many daily chores that kept a city running, there was undeniably a current pulling people toward the Dungeon. It was as though the Dungeon, too, was just waking, sucking in a deep breath that pulled all the adventurers into it. Koph's feet carried her into the current, her body melting into the flow, her heart longing to be swallowed by the Dungeon.
It was only with effort she stayed aware enough to make sure Voltaire was still with her, that she hadn't drifted too far ahead. It wasn't until they were standing in the grand plaza before the tower than another thought crossed her mind. She spun around to ask her new partner. "Volter-kun, is a dagger enough?"
"Vol-tear. Vol-tear," Koph repeated under her breath as she quickly wiped down the table; then she wiped off the chairs and flipped them up onto the table, freeing up a little more space to move. Voltaire had finished the dishes just as swiftly. Koph rushed to the back room to push her nest into the corner (where Solome wouldn't run into it if he needed to come grab something) and collect her spear. It was a good weapon, one her mother had given to her when she departed the tribe. The entire length was made of steal, from the five-foot shaft to the eighteen inches of sharp blade. Standing next to her, it was close to a foot taller than Koph; the reach it gave her was wondrous for the dance.
With spear in hand, Koph was ready to head out the door. Amaterasu called to stop her before they could leave. "Remember Koph-chan, Voltaire-kun. I want you to do your best, to push yourselves and grow strong. But more than that, I want you to be safe and come home. Watch out for each other."
"Yes, Amaterasu-sama. We'll be back soon." Koph leaned her spear against the wall, then stepped into the waiting embrace of her goddess. She wrapped her arms around Amaterasu, returning the hug for a long, comfortable moment. She felt warm. The song was still, preserving a warm chord that resonated with the emotion she felt. The goddess truly was her melody.
"Voltaire-kun, good morning. It sounds like you rested well," Solome greeted as he entered the kitchen himself.
Koph didn't stop to acknowledge his entrance. She was eager to explain everything to her new kouhai--that and to eat. "Evenings, everyone is busy; so we have breakfast together. Before we delve and Amaterasu-sama heads to her kitchen."
"Now, Koph-chan, slow down with your explanations," Solome chided as he took his own seat. "Voltaire-kun, when you find yourself with questions, you can come to me and ask. As for what Koph is saying, Amaterasu-sama has always ensured the familia has a meal together every day. In the past, it was dinners; but with how everyone's schedules are, we've found breakfast is the best time now."
"Eat fast so we can go sooner," Koph added, her hands already gripping the edges of her wooden plate.
"But not until you've cleaned the kitchen," their goddess chimed in, giving the amazoness a very meaningful smile.
Koph nodded. Twice. Then rolled her shoulders. "Voltar-kun, dishes or table?"
Koph wasn't bothered in the slightest being told squid weren't a part of it; ideally that just meant squid grew well and would make good eating. Her fingers drummed twice across the inside of Voltaire's arm--she really couldn't stop it, even though she didn't want to disrespect their meeting--running in a line from pointer finger to ring finger, then back. "You're familia now, yes? Partners. We'll be exploring the Dungeon together. Fighting monsters, collecting crystals, gathering herbs if we're fast enough. Oh, and we make sure the other doesn't die. That would be bad, you dying," she finished, releasing his arm and pulling both hands behind her head. She laced her fingers together to make them behave; but her hips simply took over the task of counting the beat, swishing this way and that with small, rhythmic motions.
"So. Welcome to Amaterasu Familia, Voltair Belmot! Amaterasu-sama is ready to feed you when you're ready to eat. Come on, come on!" Koph was eager to lead the way out of the bedroom, though the front, and into the kitchen. A fifth chair had already been added around the table, already disproportionately large for the room, leaving just enough space to squirm around it and settle into a seat.
*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">*Picks up the profile*<br>*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*<br>*Blows off a mountain of dust*<br><br>Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!<br><br>Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.<br><br>Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:<br>I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.<br>My favorite settings would be:<br>High Fantasy<br>Modern Fantasy<br>Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)<br>I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.<br>Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)<br>I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.<br><br>I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.<br><br>I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.<br><br>What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.<br><br>And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.<br><br>Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!<br>-Taro</div>
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