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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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......mia's behind the whole thing isn't she?
Hmmm.... I'm not denying anything.
If I didn't mention this, if anyone wants me to change anything, or if you have problems with anything I post, please tell me. I have a tendency to kind of test the limits of what is reasonable, see how much I can 'get away with' in terms of people. If you think I've gone too far, please inform me, and I'll be happy to edit.
I find that once the situation becomes hectic, it at least gives everyone something to do. I've seen many open-world roleplays die because there were a bunch of really interesting people, effectively sitting around in a bar drinking beer all day. Which gets old fast. So something needs to happen to give people a reason to act, and few things are more provocative than a Wyvern attack.
.......I......feel like I should know.....but I can't remember :/
Ah, I won't spoil it then. That would ruin the surprise. In any case, my posts have been made *Warps out*
As the bug fall down through the pit of darkness, it's sight switches from light-based to heat-based. The dark underground area was filled with crawling heat sources, moving across the area with ease. Spindly limbs stretched outwards from central bodies, the scent of magic in the air. In the distance, a source of light was detected, and as the insect switched it's vision once more, it saw that both Creed and Ven seemed to be standing there. Their swords were drawn, although they certainly didn't look like they were fighting, more out of waryness than anything else. Around them was a small horde of demons, the scent of their dark magics clear, although they appeared to be attempting to communicate. Around them rose series of pillars and broken walls, ruins of a once great civilisation. Then, the world ends. Blurring colors, shifting and flickering before his eyes, a sense of movement, and yet in all directions at once. Bug's mind struggled to keep up with the confused senses, as he felt a massive magical aura, just for a moment. But what he had felt, shook him to the core. It was a source of power like he'd never felt before, greater than anything he'd previously encountered. In that one tiny moment, with that one tiny glimpse, he already knew that this being could easily have ripped him apart, and there wasn't a thing he would have been able to do against it. And as this realisation pounded inside his head, he found it floating away. As he grabbed towards it, attempting to stuff it back into his head, he found himself floating in air, around him a myriad of ideas, concepts, small mindless thoughts, assesments and emotions, mingled and intertwined, each a tiny shower of bubbles, orbiting around him as he floated. And yet, seams began to show. A web, of which he was the center, each of the ideas surrounded by a tiny cocoon, as great, shifting creatures moved over them. And he knew, even in this warped, twisting reality, that this creature was real. Beneath it's shifting, ever-changing exterior, he could sense a soul, and a powerful magical aura. It grew a pair of horns, extending upwards, even as a gaping mouth sealed itself into a series of eyes, long spindly legs growing, and then instantly being discarded for fins as the air turned to water. Sharklike, long and sleek, the creature rushed towards Bug, as if from all directions at once, and Bug found himself incapable of tellign what was real, and what was a conjuration of his panicked mind. rain hit his face. ----------------------------------- The building was burning. Mithias slowly walked through the rain, the mud dragging at his heels, the sword he bore resting heavily in his hand. As he reached the crest of the hill, he simply stared out mournfully, watching the flames as they devoured everything. Blood dripped from his side, his left hand clenched onto a wound. His shield lay discarded, far behind him, among the bodies of slain men, felled by the very blade he carried. Blood had stained his once clean armor, and had seeped between every crack, and as he dropped to his knees, he faintly realized that he might never be able to clean it. A firm hand grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, as if to awaken him from a nightmare. Unfortunately, this was real. 'They'll still be alive, I'm sure of it. There's no way those sons of bitches would be satisfied just killing them, they'll be on tomorrow's pyres.' His oddly named companion said those words to relax him, but in reality, nothing terrified the knight more. A death by the blade was swift, but he had seen enough burnings to know that it wasn't quick, and it was far from painless. And it would be guarded by the armies of Inquisitor Stein, no mortal being could survive an all-out assault. Of course, as a Templar Knight, he was aware of an alternative.
I see. That's a bit too much. You don't need to change anything in the post, we'll work with it, but please refrain from doing something like that in the future. I consider it pretty game-breaking if a character can weild that much power, especially since the action appears to have no discernable backlash at all. Working towards a goal and making things happen is great, but just calmly stating that the entire city is in uproar without first checking if that works with your fellow gamers is bad form.
Oh no, not nearly the entire city, I assumed Areapolis was a vast, sprawling kind of place. Just the Tall, and a few areas around it. But I do get what you mean, I'll try and refrain from doing things like that without asking around, first.
Mmm.....yeah I think so.....
You still remember what was on that planet, deep underground? Don't say it, you'll spoil the surprise (=
Well I was trying to connect my guy with your character,If she is the queen or princess of the city then she can employee him to fight the wyrn instead of going to prison.
..... She isn't. She has nothing to do with the government. In fact, she's responsible for the wyvern even showing up in the first place.
@thewizardguy: That was an interesting post you just submited. I interpreted it as though your character influenced people to kill eachother over the bounty on the wyvern. Is that a correct assumption? @NekoJordan: Your Apps are accepted and you can begin playing!
Yes, you're right on the money. Not mind control, because I've always found that using Mind Control reduces Agency, but simple emotional manipulation.
so I'm confused with the new layout of the site do I put my application in the character section?
Yep, it's for easy storage purposes.
Wait what? What's happening? What planet?
You remember the planet with the Ice Dragons?
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