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3 mos ago
Current Not sure if its a good, or a bad thing that I'm bawling my eyes out over a penguin dying, but fuck man. RIP Grape, he died loving well.
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4 mos ago
God I love Etrian Odyssey. Nothing says "Quality RPG" like being able to eat random wild berries that make your party shit their brains out mid-dungeon.
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7 mos ago
Man, its a rough kind of morning waking up after having a nightmare about failing your English final because your professor says you RP like shit. Fuck dream prof though. Passed that shit.
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10 mos ago
I split the atom with my high kick, baby. I'm a master because I practice daily.
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1 yr ago
Every single character I make secretly has a fetish involved with their creation. And you'll never know what character revolves around which fetish. From the very start this has been my Magical Realm.
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I'm gonna be leaving this, but I hope that it prospers and that you all do well in it. Peace.
@Rune_Alchemist

Go ahead and progress the quest without me, gonna be busy over the next couple days with work and school gangbanging my schedule, so I don't want to hold you and Evil up. Should lighten up by the weekend though.

@Eviledd1984, @Rune_Alchemist(CHR)

Nephele was troubled by Christine's explanation...she knew little of ghosts, but she did know that a mass murder that in a ritzy building having an anniversary where something happens was always a basic setup for horror novels. At least, some of the ones she had. Her mother had very repetitive tastes in literature. However, it wasn't like they could just run away from this to continue their rosy forbidden play, her friend and contract partner was counting on her. At the mention of her name, Nephele smiled slightly, placing a hand over her own heart. "I understand. I'll be at your side, and we'll face down this ghost together. Christine, if you intend to come along, then stand behind me. And Maria, you stand behind her." Nephele said, before fanning her other hand out, each of her claws shining slightly in the light. "If you see yellow fog, cover your mouths, by the way. Else you won't be able to do anything except blink and breathe for half an hour." she added ominously.

Walking to the door and escorting Christine over, Nephele would take point during their investigation, mostly because her Fog Breath was only a hindrance in the back. If need be, she could even paralyze someone should they attack...though she felt it might ruin the play to have the leading actress completely immobile for half of it. The small, vestigial wings on her forearms flared out just a smidge, her hands moving to adjust her tie before proceeding. One needed to be professional when dealing with the dead. If no other urgent matters stopped them, she would step into that hall, hoping for Christine and Maria to follow behind.

...What? Ghosts were scary...Even if she could pretend to be unfazed, if she found herself alone, Nephele doubted she could remain calm. Something to protect, and something to aid her standing behind and close by would put her mind at ease, and make sure that Maria wasn't alone and afraid. Or...Christine getting butchered by an angry ghost for trespassing on murder-grounds. "Christine, tell me, how long as your family lived here?"

@Rune_Alchemist(ARL)

Magnus could feel himself being swept in the enthusiasm that Kyle possessed. A dream that involved a flying machine...that was beyond ambitious! If he could pull it off, then maybe they could get to their jobs for the guild even faster...somehow. Maybe they'd have to build a giant ladder to fly off of. But still, if this became widespread, even someone like Magnus could tell that it'd completely revolutionize the whole world!

Pumping his arms, the minotaur's eyes were absolutely sparkling. He'd help in any way that he could, and nodded his head vigorously at Kyle's statements, including the ones about the flowers. "Understood! I-I'll go to Boreal Port, and if they have any, then this'll be done really fast!" he said, eyes shining with the innocent light of glee. To feel that he wasn't just helping, but actively making someone's dream come true was what Magnus had always thought being an adventurer was about...and now for the first time, he was capable of doing it. Just as he was about to start running to Boreal, Talia and the news of her going with them stopped him. Scratching the back of his head, Magnus self consciously held a hand over the hole in his tunic. "O-Oh, we were just...there was someone in trouble, so we had to fight to help them is all. Just a few hounds."

Magnus really hoped that the thought of beasts on the road wouldn't frighten the cyclops, hurriedly saying: "B-But Arletta's really strong, and I can fight too. We'll keep you safe no matter what shows up. Promise." as a reassurance that they were indeed...competent at least. Magnus managed a small smile, though his cheeks were a bit red, now thinking about how loud he must have been in his excitement. Regardless, he ran a rough hand once more over the exposed spot on his tunic, looking at it glumly as he hung his head a bit. "...I can't lie to her about this." Magnus thought, figuring that if he lied and said that he was washing the tunic or something to not show Rebecca the hole in it, it'd only make her more upset when she found it. Wincing at the thought of her being angry after making such a nice gift for him, Magnus sunk to a crouch and scratched his hair furiously. "F-Father, if Valhalla exists, d-d-does dying to a woman's scorn count as dying in battle?" he asked to nobody in particular in his mind, getting the image of his father's dopey grin in his mind with the words: "Hell No" in bright bold letters under it.

It would be a confusing sight to see a Minotaur prostrating, but...that was the event that Arletta and Talia were graced with.



@Eviledd1984, @Rune_Alchemist(CHR)

Maria would see that Nephele was still quite red in the face, as she was kind of now questioning her future as an actor. Or something. Regardless, the flustered dragon hurried over to her friend at hearing that she was attacked. She was trying to ignore the small whisperings of Christine, figuring that she must have had some hidden knack for acting to stir her up so much. Regardless, Maria came first. Taking a stand by Maria, Nephele gave her a reassuring pat on the back; She looked like she was about to burst from either frustration or remorse. "Please, believe her, sir. Maria isn't one to lie. Her honesty is the reason I stand here today."

Whether it be because of just being used to Christine's demeanor, or just from being unused to subtleties, Nephele failed to even pick up the idea that Christine had an idea as to what was going on. Her face was back to normal however, and she smiled softly at Maria. She wanted to reassure her that she had her back no matter what. After all, she was her first real friend int he world, even if it was initially for a job. Turning to Gerald, she spoke up once more. "Even if it wasn't necessarily a specter or a ghost, someone still must have attacked her." she explained, fully trusting in Maria's testimony.
@Rune_Alchemist


Shit, the dragon's turning people gay
Auriola


"Happy...what could this day be called? Devil-Day? Demonbirthday? No, all too ominous..." Auriola pondered quietly, spreading a layer of powdered sugar onto the double layered chocolate icing-stuffed sponge cake she'd been making since classes ended. A blank expression rested on the artificial humanoid's face as she thought on what to write on the top in vanilla frosting...perhaps simply "Welcome Nora" would suffice, but it still bothered her that she didn't have the creativity for a new holiday for inducting new peerage members. From what Ixveria had described, it seemed the new girl had a rough time with her death...dying by one's own manifesting power winds up being a confusing mess the day you're resurrected.

Simply writing out "Welcome!" in the creamy white frosting, Auriola felt that cake would be satisfactory...though she'd have to make sure everyone got a piece before Ixveria. Usually her piece wound up being about half the cake for just the sugar...it honestly surprised her how eager she'd be to suck down something even with powdered sugar on top. That aside, the robotic maiden's hair suddenly pulled up into two twin tails, her right arm's mass congealing into a giant metallic blade, sharpened to perfection. "Hehe...Just leave this to me~" she chimed happily, personality suddenly shifted to that of a bubbly schoolgirl who just happened to be a death bot.

Now that the Chastity Driver was active, her gargantuan sword arm slowly descended upon the cake, her tongue pushed out of her lips and up as she concentrated. If she could sweat, she would be right about now. With the platter only SLIGHTLY cracked in half, Chastity Auriola beamed, sword arm transforming back to normal as she put her hands on her hips. "Mm! Mhm! Absolutely perfect! Nora's gonna live it~" she said, before her hair suddenly fell back into its straight style. "Operation complete. she said, starting to place the pieces of perfectly sliced cake onto plates.

@Eviledd1984, @Rune_Alchemist(CHR)

..No Script? No plan? Nephele almost had time to gulp her nervousness away before being taken for an EXPERIENCED adventurer...when in reality, this was her first job. Novella were the bulk of her romantic experience, and their thicker novel brethren typically were left only half finished before a new one caught interest. A slight tinge of red rose in her cheeks as she racked her brain trying to figure out just what role she played, the accomplishments of that role, the climax that lead to the falling action, and where the hell her queue cards were!

It would take her a moment of fumbling to find words for the woman hugging her, raising a balled hand to her mouth and letting out a small cough as she cleared her throat, trying to get the "frog" out that seemed to be driving the butterflies in a frenzy. The pause perhaps lasted just a smidgen long before Nephele had an epiphany. She didn't need to know anything of the script or characters; Christine, right there was the method of improvisation. What kind of person would want to save her? A lover? A brother? A knight bound to guard her? For the sake of limiting the possibilities, Nephele raced to the conclusion that it was common for a noble to love a noble, so a noble lover she must be.

Letting the flushness of her cheeks carry the presence of a worried lover, Nephele returned the hug in kind, one hand resting assuredly on Christine's back. "Christine my darling, the dress doesn't matter." she said, her voice calm, with just a tinge of relief in it, as if she truly had feared for Christine's life. "All that matters it that you're safe, dress be damned. I'd see ten thousand dresses torn and burnt before I see a bruise upon you," a hand, bladed and hard gently touched at Christine's cheek, delicately cupping her cheek as if her beauty were priceless and fragile as snow and glass. Nephele's face was radiant, as she seemed to fully adopt the role she was forced into, seeming like an almost convincing princess charming. In the back of her mind, she hoped Maria would show up soon so she wouldn't be alone in such acting...although, maybe for her own sake, she also didn't want Maria to see her ham it up so much. Gulping once, Nephele went in for the kill, puckering her lips up slightly before a soft smack was heard, her lips falling on Christine's right cheek. "...Err...I am supposed to be romantic, correct? Terribly sorry, I've never kissed...well...anybody, being honest."

Now suddenly feeling very inadequate at acting and romance, Nephele hung her head. "...My sincerest apologies."
@Rune_Alchemist@Eviledd1984

Sorry to the both of you for taking so long between posts. been a death in the family recently, so I've been kind of emotionally drained. Bit of catharsis has me feeling better though, so hopefully it won't be a regular thing.
knowing my lazy procrastinating ass it will though

@Rune_Alchemist(ARL)

Magnus was excited at the cyclops' words, hurrying after her at the revelation that she knew where their client was. On the walk there, Magnus' eyes were absolutely sparkling with childlike wonder, thinking about the flying machine and all of its glory, finally seeing it and just about struck down in his awe. Setting the pelts down, he listened carefully to the words of the inventor Kyle. He wanted to make absolutely sure that the construction went smoothly...he was no genius, but he assumed Kyle had to be to have such confidence in himself to make a flight with a metal machine.

Nodding emphatically, Magnus thought this plan would work, though...he suddenly stopped to tilt his head a bit. "Wait...w-wouldn't it be safer to jump off something smaller than a cliff first to test it? W-What if a wing breaks and it falls?" he questioned, clearly concerned for the inventor. He'd heard a lot about novice mages trying to make levitation spells work from too high up and...well...winding up dead not so high up after.

"I-I'm not saying your machine won't work...I hope it really does, but...just in case?" Magnus added, really hoping that he could at least convince Kyle to try it first on something like a rooftop of a house. After all, breaking a leg is better than breaking everything. "E-either way, do you know where we can find some Morning Light flowers?"


@Eviledd1984, @Rune_Alchemist(CHR)

Christine certainly seemed confident that Nephele would do just fine with no experience. A small smile was settled on Nephele's face, though the murmur of "other stuff" confused her a bit. Was...was this supposed to be a romance? Well, that would be a bit awkward with two women, but she supposed that as long as it was only acting, then there wasn't anything really wrong with it. A murder mystery seemed very interesting, and she hoped that at the very least she wouldn't be caught acting poorly or in a foolish manner, given that the only murder mysteries she'd read were outdated by a hundred years or so.

Adjusting her tie, she took in the air of the stage and the air of the dining room, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Then, she realized...Maria was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, curious as to why her friend was absent, she hurried over to Gerald, simultaneously curious as to whether it was really okay to have a woman play his daughter's cute-butt-savior. "Excuse me Sir, but have you seen Maria? And erm...is there perhaps a script I can look through? I feel I'm a bit lost, even with an explanation."

Her ears perked up, trying to hear Maria amidst the clamor and noise of the stage being setup. It was nearly impossible...not helping the fact was that Maria was usually very soft spoken, and soft-stepping as well. Even her footsteps were quiet from all that fluff, so Nephele would simply have to hope that an answer arrived. Perhaps she simply went to buy something to eat.

Crusader, crusader, please take me with you
The battle lies far to the east
Crusader, crusader, don't leave me alone
I want to ride out on your quest
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, to stand by your side
To fight with you over the sea
They're calling, they're calling, I have to be there
The holy land has to be free

Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm

We're marching, we're marching, to a land far from home
No one can say who'll return
For Christendom's sake, we'll take our revenge
On the pagans from out of the east
We Christians are coming, with swords held on high
United by faith and the cause
The Saracen heathen will soon taste our steel
Our standards will rise 'cross the land

Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm

To battle, to battle, the Saracen hordes
We follow the warrior king
Onward, ride onward, into the fight
We carry the sign of the cross
Warlords of England, Knights of the Realm
Spilling their blood in the sand
Crusader, crusader, the legend is born
The future will honour your deeds

Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Fight the good fight
With all your might
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm

(Come Crusader let battle commence)

Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm

Fight the good fight
Believe what is right
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
Crusader, the Lord of the Realm
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