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I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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Yeah, weekends are usually family outings during summer, man.
Do what, Timas? Who are you talking to?
Well, this looks like copious amounts of fun. Mind if i step in?
*Name: Kamina.
*Universe: TTGL
*Appearance:
*Personality: Possessing a seemingly arrogant personality, Kamina is very passionate about his goals and will pursue them without a trace of fear, hesitation, or sometimes sense. Kamina's sense of morals is firmly grounded in fact, and mental attacks do little to sway him. Kamina is charismatic, brave, and acts as the cool older brother to anyone he meets.
*Powers/Skills: Basic strength, speed, and stamina for an adult human. Basic engineering skills sufficient to control Robots. Indirectly increasing the fighting strength of other The abillity to make triangle glasses balance on his face without any manner of support.
*Brief Bio: Grew up in an underground settlement that subsided on nothing more then groundwater, mushrooms, and pig-moles, he and his little (unrelated) bro, Simon the digger, managed to defy the will of his elder and break out to the surface. Since then,he's been on a reckless journey across the surface of post-apocalyptic earth dominated by beastmen in Ganmen suits, giant robotic suits of armour designed to resemble faces. Last he knew, he was involved in a massive joint excursion between his side, the Dai Gurren Brigade, and a cavalcade of beastmen lead by their leader, Viral, in order to capture a battleship-sized Ganmen.
*Equipment: Orange triangle shades of manlyness, Crimson cape, pants, socks, and shoes. Nodachi sword and scabbard. A drill shaped key on a leather thong he knows somehow is important.
*Others: I'm going for a bard interpretation of Kamina, in that he has very little of Gurren Lagann's trademark spiral energy but can amplify it and manifest it in others due to being SO DANG KEWL Y'ALL
*Name: Kamina.
*Universe: TTGL
*Appearance:
*Personality: Possessing a seemingly arrogant personality, Kamina is very passionate about his goals and will pursue them without a trace of fear, hesitation, or sometimes sense. Kamina's sense of morals is firmly grounded in fact, and mental attacks do little to sway him. Kamina is charismatic, brave, and acts as the cool older brother to anyone he meets.
*Powers/Skills: Basic strength, speed, and stamina for an adult human. Basic engineering skills sufficient to control Robots. Indirectly increasing the fighting strength of other The abillity to make triangle glasses balance on his face without any manner of support.
*Brief Bio: Grew up in an underground settlement that subsided on nothing more then groundwater, mushrooms, and pig-moles, he and his little (unrelated) bro, Simon the digger, managed to defy the will of his elder and break out to the surface. Since then,he's been on a reckless journey across the surface of post-apocalyptic earth dominated by beastmen in Ganmen suits, giant robotic suits of armour designed to resemble faces. Last he knew, he was involved in a massive joint excursion between his side, the Dai Gurren Brigade, and a cavalcade of beastmen lead by their leader, Viral, in order to capture a battleship-sized Ganmen.
*Equipment: Orange triangle shades of manlyness, Crimson cape, pants, socks, and shoes. Nodachi sword and scabbard. A drill shaped key on a leather thong he knows somehow is important.
*Others: I'm going for a bard interpretation of Kamina, in that he has very little of Gurren Lagann's trademark spiral energy but can amplify it and manifest it in others due to being SO DANG KEWL Y'ALL
I will admit I'm not the best at characterizing and controlling two different people's characters, though. I can't even keep my own character properly straight. Anyone else want to take a crack it before I butcher Jim Henson and Stephen Hawking here?
If nobody minds, I might just write a scene between Ami and Fuyuki as they both try to stalk their respective crushes and bump into each other as they both try to act sneaky. Might be fun for a little comedy, amist everyone here dropping like flies.
Part 2 of KSRP skype logs, preserved forever so you don't have to be part of the skype to get what we're all talking about
http://pastebin.com/PTG6sQ01
http://pastebin.com/PTG6sQ01
Mariko crouched down and picked up a 50 yen coin. It had been buried into the dirt path edge-first. She pocketed it. The park was warm, and several people strolled through it, happy that the first week was finally over. The park itself was like every park after Fredrick Law Olmsted had Invented the concept; wide, sprawling, difficult to walk around but a lovely place to rest. Mariko sat down at her bench, the second of four alongside the path, and stared ahead. People were bustling about, all at different speeds, some she recognised and others she would get to know in time. The garden sprinkler had been turned on, and a couple of the first-year kids were running through them and getting wet. It was a scene that one could see in all of japan, if not the world.
Look harder.
That little girl's leg had no muscle, Beyond her knee, it simply ended like a slim metal hockey stick. The water would probably make it rust, and there she was running through it like prosthetic legs grew on trees. And every so often the light would catch the sun and hit Mariko right in the eye and she'd twitch and screw her eyes shut because direct sunlight like that could damage her retinas beyond any real repair until she was pushing sixty and had forgotten what light was any more and was old and wrinkled and too diseased and tumorous to be any good anyway and- She stopped. Closed her eyes, then looked at her shoes. Those kneesocks were wonky. She reached down and pulled them up properly. She breathed out. She hadn't been aware that she'd been holding her breath, but she had.
She'd chosen this bench because it lay the longest in shade under a massive tree. She'd never been able to identify what kind it was, and she didn't particularly care, because under it's thick foliage and mossy trunk, no light or heat ever went near that tree. It was quite possibly a yuki-onna's summer house, it was so cold under there. Unfortunately, there were strict rules against that sort of thing, which metaleg and company over there were flagrantly breaking. She hoped a teacher would punish them soon.
Look harder.
That little girl's leg had no muscle, Beyond her knee, it simply ended like a slim metal hockey stick. The water would probably make it rust, and there she was running through it like prosthetic legs grew on trees. And every so often the light would catch the sun and hit Mariko right in the eye and she'd twitch and screw her eyes shut because direct sunlight like that could damage her retinas beyond any real repair until she was pushing sixty and had forgotten what light was any more and was old and wrinkled and too diseased and tumorous to be any good anyway and- She stopped. Closed her eyes, then looked at her shoes. Those kneesocks were wonky. She reached down and pulled them up properly. She breathed out. She hadn't been aware that she'd been holding her breath, but she had.
She'd chosen this bench because it lay the longest in shade under a massive tree. She'd never been able to identify what kind it was, and she didn't particularly care, because under it's thick foliage and mossy trunk, no light or heat ever went near that tree. It was quite possibly a yuki-onna's summer house, it was so cold under there. Unfortunately, there were strict rules against that sort of thing, which metaleg and company over there were flagrantly breaking. She hoped a teacher would punish them soon.
http://pastebin.com/gnngb9w4
For those of you who were late to the party, a transcript.
For those of you who were late to the party, a transcript.
Cough cough.
We're actually doing that?
I thought it was a joke...
I thought it was a joke...
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