thewizardguy

Hell's coffee lounge

Hey, could I have everyone's attention for a moment? I know the IC might not be the best place to put this, but I want to make sure you guys see it.

I'm sure you all know of how Spirit has been retreating more and more from this rp. I myself have worried my ass off about this, as Tiny might know. Recently I talked to Spirit only to discover the reason she pulled back, being that she felt unneeded, unmissed, and unneeded. We're all a bit awkward, socially, and Spirit certainly is no exception, which is why she couldn't say this in person, and I myself failed to discover this until just recently.
Now, I'm the speech guy. I'm supposed to work my words, and make people feel better, but I can't work magic. I feel responsible for all of you, but I'm not the only person in HCL, and I'm not the only friend Spirit has. As such, I just want to ask you guys to set aside that awkwardness socialness for a moment. Screw the tiptoeing around, not sure if you're getting too close, or being slightly creepy, or if someone might not like you, and all that crap that makes our lives so hard all the time.

This place was made, orignally, as a roleplay, but I believe it's become more than that. It's become a place, I hope, where we can be as weird as we want and as awkward as we want, and nobody will make fun of us. Because we all know what it feels like to be an outcast, to be lonely, to think nobody REALLY likes you. I want that to stay true for everyone, not just for Spirit, but also for Angel(/Noah), Tiny, Shion, Asura, Fox(or Crow. Whatever I should call her), Creed, Ven, and everyone else who might come here, to find a small place on the internet to be at home.
Personally, I feel guilty for those small moments where I forgot I hadn't seen Spirit in weeks, where I'd been distracted or immersed in something else. That moment Angel says she's been gone for a day and I realize I didn't notice. We all have those moments, when we aren't as much of a friend as we want ourselves to be. But we all have our failings, and we've all made mistakes. Let's not make another one by failing to make every single one of us feel wanted.

I hope I managed to put that into words. Because the feelings I'm feeling, I can never really put those in letters, put them down black on white. I'm just hoping that somehow they'll get through.

In the Land of Heartstone

Suddenly, an arrow flies from the brush, barely missing Grima's left shoulder. With a battlecy a young Kumiho leaps down from the trees above, slicing downwards with a sword as the young warriors from the camp charge, jumping from a carefully laid ambush. Their youthful leader is at the front, as Grima is surrounded, finding the point of a blade in every direction and a crossbow aimed at his face from the underbrush. The Kumiho that had jumped from the trees had grabbed onto Grima's back, holding a small blade to the dragon's neck. Their leader spoke. "Trash, huh? I saw my father burnt in front of my eyes by a dragon a few hours ago." The glare coming from the youth was almost physical in it's hatred. "You think you can come over here and say there's 'no quarrel' you piece of crap? I'll cut my quarrel into your guts."

In the Land of Heartstone

I'm online! The internets are working once more!

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akje said
Hmmm... too completely unrelated questions.How thick a slab of steel did you say that sword cuts trough?How thick is the hull of the ship?

The problem is that it's a large plate of solid steel. The Crimson Blade is sharper than any blade, but it doesn't have any mass. It's weight is little more than that of a wooden stick, which means it's relatively useless at cutting through heavy armor. It'ss slice through pretty much anything, with a vampire's strength it's even cut metal, but you're going to be banging your sword against a large wall of steel. If you really wanted to get through, you'd want some form of drill, a lasersaw, maybe. Heavy-duty lass cutters, fueled by magnesium. Those babies can go up to 700 Celsius.

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Wraithblade6 said
wiz, come back.

Okay.

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akje said
Gates, when were there gates? I figured it was like a ship. Open on top. As for the floaty bit, Martin jumped. You posted 10 meters high. So he climbed the church tower and jumped the last bit.

I specifically posted it was a floating bunker. There are no openings. You could potentially sneak in through the openings on front, where the Missile Launchers are currently deployed, but that place is crawling with people, and all activity there is monitored. You'd have a hell of a time breaking through. And the only thing that could potentially make Terebithia land would be a message from SOLDIER.

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akje said
Yes, he is avoiding cameras, but no doubt Jack will notice something eventually.He is currently on his way to the engine room.

The terebithia is floating. It's gates aren't open. You do realize that the only doors are massive gates, right? And they're all closed until Terebithia lands.

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Wait, did Martin break into the Terebithia?

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((Ignore this))

Crossover Creek (Will Forever Be Accepting) ♥

Blade walks out of the forest, witnessing a fight between a demon and a mage. However, there was a third interfering. He stood there for a moment, deciding who would be his opponent. Then, he pointed his sword at Agnes, as the blade rapidly extended towards it's target, slashing through the air. "Make peace with your gods. I challenge you to a duel, fight with honor." The blade stops before it actually touches skin, serving as a challenge rather than an attack. It would not be honorable to strike before one's opponent is aware of the situation.