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6 yrs ago
I am not being controlled by a mind flayer. I just used my own healthy brain to come to that conclusion. Because I'm saying it, it must be true.
6 yrs ago
Ok, time to spend the next 30 minutes of my life looking for a new profile picture. 😪
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Dont worry, I'm still here.
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The brown wooden chair creaked ever so slightly as the weight of a person pushed up against it. Kaz looked at the plate in front of him, nothing but crumbs from the sandwhich littered the ceramic. It was a delicious lunch indeed, far better than anything he could have made himself at home, yet not as good as one of his fathers signature sandwiches. Kazue's father could have use the exact same ingredients the cafe used and it would still be more satisfying. Maybe it's the feeling he gets when he eats homemade food, regardless of what the food is. Nonetheless it was a good meal.
Kazue looked up from his plate to the coffee mug that sat before him. The mug had a little heart on the side with a wavy handle. He grabbed it and tilted the mug towards him, looking inside the mug to see how much coffee was left. A small puddle of coffee accumulated at the bottom of the mug, all the coffee that was on the walls of the mug dripped to the bottom leaving only a sip. It crossed his mind to order another cup, but he didn't want to stay any longer than he had to. Even the the place was growing on him pretty quickly, the atmosphere in the cafe was a bit suggestive and Kaz didn't exactly want to be associated with that stigma. Kaz put the mug down and reached in his pockets, although usually empty he found the coins and pulled them out. He put them on the table, paying a little more than he needed. He considered it the tip.
Kazue, finally ready to leave, pushed his chair away from his table, about ready to stand and leave the cafe. As soon as his chair stopped sliding, he began to stand up, only to be interrupted by a falling person. This took him by surprise. He fell to the ground with little to no effort to keep himself up, this was the result of his poor decision making. He wasn't sure if he should turn and catch the person as he started to tumble, or grab for the table and hold himself up. Either way, what ever decision he choose, it was to late to initiate. Now, the only thing he was thinking was curse words.
He and the person hit the floor with a thud, he lied there for a second to determine rather he was hurt or not. He was fine, his head throbbed slightly but that was about it. He put his hand to the back of his head and rubbed it a bit, sitting up in the process. He looked over to the person who'd fallen with him, realizing it was a girl. This girl had long black hair that was spread out all around the two of them. Kazue's immediate reaction to seeing her was to question whether she was alright or not, but he gave her a few seconds.
"A-Are you alright?" He mumbled, still a bit discombobulated.
Kazue looked at the girl who lied there, only able to see the back of her head he didn't really know who it was. He didn't really try all that hard to recognize her knowing full well it was futile to tell who it was from the back of her head. Only one thin came of that, he concluded that she had nice hair. He starred at her for a few moments, as if the thought of standing back up eluded him. The girl started to move, instantly making Kazue blush a bit. This small ruckus had evidently made it hard for Kazue to focus, he'd just realize that this girl might actually be hurt.
"Do y-you need help ??" He stammered.
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@ADamnFiddle
Kazue looked up from his plate to the coffee mug that sat before him. The mug had a little heart on the side with a wavy handle. He grabbed it and tilted the mug towards him, looking inside the mug to see how much coffee was left. A small puddle of coffee accumulated at the bottom of the mug, all the coffee that was on the walls of the mug dripped to the bottom leaving only a sip. It crossed his mind to order another cup, but he didn't want to stay any longer than he had to. Even the the place was growing on him pretty quickly, the atmosphere in the cafe was a bit suggestive and Kaz didn't exactly want to be associated with that stigma. Kaz put the mug down and reached in his pockets, although usually empty he found the coins and pulled them out. He put them on the table, paying a little more than he needed. He considered it the tip.
Kazue, finally ready to leave, pushed his chair away from his table, about ready to stand and leave the cafe. As soon as his chair stopped sliding, he began to stand up, only to be interrupted by a falling person. This took him by surprise. He fell to the ground with little to no effort to keep himself up, this was the result of his poor decision making. He wasn't sure if he should turn and catch the person as he started to tumble, or grab for the table and hold himself up. Either way, what ever decision he choose, it was to late to initiate. Now, the only thing he was thinking was curse words.
He and the person hit the floor with a thud, he lied there for a second to determine rather he was hurt or not. He was fine, his head throbbed slightly but that was about it. He put his hand to the back of his head and rubbed it a bit, sitting up in the process. He looked over to the person who'd fallen with him, realizing it was a girl. This girl had long black hair that was spread out all around the two of them. Kazue's immediate reaction to seeing her was to question whether she was alright or not, but he gave her a few seconds.
"A-Are you alright?" He mumbled, still a bit discombobulated.
Kazue looked at the girl who lied there, only able to see the back of her head he didn't really know who it was. He didn't really try all that hard to recognize her knowing full well it was futile to tell who it was from the back of her head. Only one thin came of that, he concluded that she had nice hair. He starred at her for a few moments, as if the thought of standing back up eluded him. The girl started to move, instantly making Kazue blush a bit. This small ruckus had evidently made it hard for Kazue to focus, he'd just realize that this girl might actually be hurt.
"Do y-you need help ??" He stammered.
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@ADamnFiddle
I'm going to wait for one more person to post before I write something up.
Are we waiting for someone to post???
The rain continued, falling on the shoulders of Kazue as he walked the streets of the city. He was now blocks away from his house and he hadn't brought an umbrella, a decision he now regrets. The water was starting to seep into his shoes, he could feel the awkward squish of his soles and socks between his toes. Kazue sighed in annoyance.
"Should'a brought an umbrealla..."
Instead of continuing to walk to a familiar restaurant or store to buy some food, he entered the first eatery he saw just to get out of the rain. He stood out front of the place, it was a cafe, a cafe he hadn't been to before but definitely heard of. It was called "Angel Mort," a small cafe that was on the outskirts of the downtown area. Kazue recalled a time when his mother pushed him to go out more, even if that meant giving him money to go eat out. She saw it as a way to let him be around people more without necessarily having to talk to them, of course this was a time when Kazue wasn't in school. Kazue let out an intrigued sigh, and nodded his head, thinking to homself What the heck, i'll try it. He pushed open the door with a bit of apprehension, stepping inside the establishment.
The Atmosphere in the cafe was warming, it wasn't as eccentric as he earlier thought. That was, until he saw the servers in maid costumes. With the little social activity that he has, it's not often you see girl in maid outfits, not in real life at least. He was greeted with smiles all around from the waitresses, them giving him a greeting that they almost all said sync. Kazue blushed slightly and raised his hand to wave, finding himself a seat by one of the front windows. Kazue looked at the menu, trying to find anything that could pass for a satisfying lunch. It was a creamy coffee and a ham sandwich that was cute nicely into triangles that pointed upwards. Before Kazue started to eat he raised his hand upwards, opening the message menu in his neurolinker.
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Kazue shrugged his shoulders, and huffed slightly. Nothing new there. With a few more waves of his and a bit of typing, he'd found the cafes website. He read up on the establishment, thinking there wasn't anything better to do while he eats. He would jump into one of the Global networks virtual spaces, but he wasn't really in the mood to play games by himself right now. After a bit of browsing, he swiped away the screens in his view. He took a few bites out of the sandwich and looked around the cafe. The place wasn't extremely busy, but it had quite a bit of customers. Most of them seemed like regulars, but it was obvious there was people who don't come here every day. The customers who would chat with the servers and call them by names or nicknames would be the regulars, and the people who would keep to themselves and use their manners excessively would be the people who don't come often.
If didn't have much to do today, but he definitely wasn't going to spend it at this cafe. He continued to eat his sandwich and drink his coffee, this was one of those times where he actually enjoyed having the company of others. It was almost comical, every day his parents urge him to go out and be around people, but the one time they don't force him to do it, is the one time he actually enjoys it. Kaz decided he'd stay for a little bit longer before going on about his day, letting the food settle in his stomach as he reclined in the hard wooden chair. Another sigh of both contempt and satisfaction.
"Should'a brought an umbrealla..."
Instead of continuing to walk to a familiar restaurant or store to buy some food, he entered the first eatery he saw just to get out of the rain. He stood out front of the place, it was a cafe, a cafe he hadn't been to before but definitely heard of. It was called "Angel Mort," a small cafe that was on the outskirts of the downtown area. Kazue recalled a time when his mother pushed him to go out more, even if that meant giving him money to go eat out. She saw it as a way to let him be around people more without necessarily having to talk to them, of course this was a time when Kazue wasn't in school. Kazue let out an intrigued sigh, and nodded his head, thinking to homself What the heck, i'll try it. He pushed open the door with a bit of apprehension, stepping inside the establishment.
The Atmosphere in the cafe was warming, it wasn't as eccentric as he earlier thought. That was, until he saw the servers in maid costumes. With the little social activity that he has, it's not often you see girl in maid outfits, not in real life at least. He was greeted with smiles all around from the waitresses, them giving him a greeting that they almost all said sync. Kazue blushed slightly and raised his hand to wave, finding himself a seat by one of the front windows. Kazue looked at the menu, trying to find anything that could pass for a satisfying lunch. It was a creamy coffee and a ham sandwich that was cute nicely into triangles that pointed upwards. Before Kazue started to eat he raised his hand upwards, opening the message menu in his neurolinker.
You have 0 messages
Kazue shrugged his shoulders, and huffed slightly. Nothing new there. With a few more waves of his and a bit of typing, he'd found the cafes website. He read up on the establishment, thinking there wasn't anything better to do while he eats. He would jump into one of the Global networks virtual spaces, but he wasn't really in the mood to play games by himself right now. After a bit of browsing, he swiped away the screens in his view. He took a few bites out of the sandwich and looked around the cafe. The place wasn't extremely busy, but it had quite a bit of customers. Most of them seemed like regulars, but it was obvious there was people who don't come here every day. The customers who would chat with the servers and call them by names or nicknames would be the regulars, and the people who would keep to themselves and use their manners excessively would be the people who don't come often.
If didn't have much to do today, but he definitely wasn't going to spend it at this cafe. He continued to eat his sandwich and drink his coffee, this was one of those times where he actually enjoyed having the company of others. It was almost comical, every day his parents urge him to go out and be around people, but the one time they don't force him to do it, is the one time he actually enjoys it. Kaz decided he'd stay for a little bit longer before going on about his day, letting the food settle in his stomach as he reclined in the hard wooden chair. Another sigh of both contempt and satisfaction.
~Mo'Rahv VI~
~Climbing towards the summit of a mountain (Koraha)~
His legs ached more and more with every step he took, a mountain like this should be nothing, but it proved otherwise. If Mo'Rahv had taken a break when he'd planned or even took an easier route, this may have been nothing. Mo'Rahv trudged up the mountainside, letting rocks plummet downwards with every misstep. His eagerness to find the light blinded him, if he'd planned more carefully he would have took the easier but slightly longer route, a path that winded upwards towards the summit. Instead, he climbed up the side of the mountain with only his duel weapons to be used as makeshift ice axes. Mo'Rahv had finally made it when he'd noticed the slop declining from a dreadful 45 degrees. Mo'Rahv had finally reached the destination he'd been aiming for, the light in the distance.
The light in the distance, which Mo'Rahv had made his goal to inspect, was nothing more than a campfire, a shoddy one at that. Mo'Rahv hunched over with a slight disappointed expression. He than heard something, it was the wind brushing over the mountain tops creating an airway of sound like a whistle...No, it was something else... Voices.
Mo'Rahv Perched up and headed towards the tent, opening the flap wildly, as if he expected someone to yell surprise. It was quite the opposite, it was two men sitting by each other talking. One was wearing a weird wooden mask, the other clad in a familiar armor. Under the mask, were the neck showed, it was obvious to 'Rahv that the masked man was old. The other man in the armor was much harder to identify, but the insignia on the armor proved who he might be. A place called Reach had houses that ruled over parts of the land, this sigil belonged to one of the houses, to which was not of Mo'Rahv's knowing. Mo'Rahv looked over the two men, having nothing to say to them that seemed appropriate. To think, after wanting nothing more but to have a conversation with someone, when the time comes, Mo'Rahv is speechless.
Not utterly speechless, though, he did eventually speak up after some awkward moments,"Finally, other people. At least I know I haven't gone bonkers yet."
~Climbing towards the summit of a mountain (Koraha)~
His legs ached more and more with every step he took, a mountain like this should be nothing, but it proved otherwise. If Mo'Rahv had taken a break when he'd planned or even took an easier route, this may have been nothing. Mo'Rahv trudged up the mountainside, letting rocks plummet downwards with every misstep. His eagerness to find the light blinded him, if he'd planned more carefully he would have took the easier but slightly longer route, a path that winded upwards towards the summit. Instead, he climbed up the side of the mountain with only his duel weapons to be used as makeshift ice axes. Mo'Rahv had finally made it when he'd noticed the slop declining from a dreadful 45 degrees. Mo'Rahv had finally reached the destination he'd been aiming for, the light in the distance.
The light in the distance, which Mo'Rahv had made his goal to inspect, was nothing more than a campfire, a shoddy one at that. Mo'Rahv hunched over with a slight disappointed expression. He than heard something, it was the wind brushing over the mountain tops creating an airway of sound like a whistle...No, it was something else... Voices.
Mo'Rahv Perched up and headed towards the tent, opening the flap wildly, as if he expected someone to yell surprise. It was quite the opposite, it was two men sitting by each other talking. One was wearing a weird wooden mask, the other clad in a familiar armor. Under the mask, were the neck showed, it was obvious to 'Rahv that the masked man was old. The other man in the armor was much harder to identify, but the insignia on the armor proved who he might be. A place called Reach had houses that ruled over parts of the land, this sigil belonged to one of the houses, to which was not of Mo'Rahv's knowing. Mo'Rahv looked over the two men, having nothing to say to them that seemed appropriate. To think, after wanting nothing more but to have a conversation with someone, when the time comes, Mo'Rahv is speechless.
Not utterly speechless, though, he did eventually speak up after some awkward moments,"Finally, other people. At least I know I haven't gone bonkers yet."
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I meant the first (one) of you reaching the tent, sorry. The rest of you can react in sequence.
Oh okay, so since Rolf already got there, we wont need to go through the same thing he did. I gotcha :P
@Duck
should we Rp as tho we see Rolf in the ten? or should we all just coincidentally have bad timing, all arriving at different points in the day ???
should we Rp as tho we see Rolf in the ten? or should we all just coincidentally have bad timing, all arriving at different points in the day ???
As the hour struck 7:00, a digital clock resting on a small nightstand rang to life. The slight beeping of the alarm clock was growing louder and more annoying as it performed a brilliant crescendo, waking the neighboring body that rested peacefully on the bed. On the bed laid a thick blanket, a blanket that was much bigger than the bed itself. From underneath the fortress of eternal comfort a hand came soaring, slapping down on the clock. The crescendo of a series of beeps came to a halt. The hand belonged to a boy named Kazue Hamasaki who sat up straight seconds after the alarm stopped.
Kazue sat there, still half asleep, he looked like mere ghost of himself. He mustered enough energy to flip the blanket off his lower half and move off his bed. The hard wood floor beneath Kazue didn't have heating or anything like that, so the wood itself felt like ice on the boy's freshly warmed feet. Every step he took was torture, yet, it was those same steps that helped him wake up every morning. Like every other day, Kazue went into the washroom and prepped himself for the day. After a warm shower and a bit of early morning pep talk, he made his way to the kitchen where he would find a frozen hot-pocket on a plate, ready to be heated.
This is almost routine, day in and day out he would go through the motions of the morning. It wasn't always like this, it was actually quite different a few years ago. But, after so much trauma, a few years can feel like an entire lifetime to someone. An Entire lifetime that Kazue didn't want to go back to. Mid thought, Kazue's attention was caught by that near silent tapping on the window.He saw rain drops sliding down the kitchen window, leaving streaks of water behind them that looked like small rivers.
"I hate the rain...I guess it's going to be one of those days." He said to himself, no one else being around to hear it. His mother and his father leave for work before the sun comes up almost every day, leaving Kazue in a house to himself until 5 or 6. This will changed in a few days when Kazue goes back to school, but until then, he will just be waiting around his house.
The wall clock in the kitchen chimed for a few seconds as 12 o'clock came around. Kazue didn't realize how much time he had just wasted doing nothing, but it didn't matter now. "I guess that's lunch?" He questioned rhetorically. He opened up his fridge to see a note on the shelf, after skimming it Kazue saw a few bills beside it. His father had decided to give him some money to go out today. After a small debate with himself, Kazue obliged his father and went looking for a place to eat lunch. Roaming around town with only a sweater, jeans and some rain boats, he'd hope to find a place that looked interesting enough to eat at.
Kazue sat there, still half asleep, he looked like mere ghost of himself. He mustered enough energy to flip the blanket off his lower half and move off his bed. The hard wood floor beneath Kazue didn't have heating or anything like that, so the wood itself felt like ice on the boy's freshly warmed feet. Every step he took was torture, yet, it was those same steps that helped him wake up every morning. Like every other day, Kazue went into the washroom and prepped himself for the day. After a warm shower and a bit of early morning pep talk, he made his way to the kitchen where he would find a frozen hot-pocket on a plate, ready to be heated.
This is almost routine, day in and day out he would go through the motions of the morning. It wasn't always like this, it was actually quite different a few years ago. But, after so much trauma, a few years can feel like an entire lifetime to someone. An Entire lifetime that Kazue didn't want to go back to. Mid thought, Kazue's attention was caught by that near silent tapping on the window.He saw rain drops sliding down the kitchen window, leaving streaks of water behind them that looked like small rivers.
"I hate the rain...I guess it's going to be one of those days." He said to himself, no one else being around to hear it. His mother and his father leave for work before the sun comes up almost every day, leaving Kazue in a house to himself until 5 or 6. This will changed in a few days when Kazue goes back to school, but until then, he will just be waiting around his house.
The wall clock in the kitchen chimed for a few seconds as 12 o'clock came around. Kazue didn't realize how much time he had just wasted doing nothing, but it didn't matter now. "I guess that's lunch?" He questioned rhetorically. He opened up his fridge to see a note on the shelf, after skimming it Kazue saw a few bills beside it. His father had decided to give him some money to go out today. After a small debate with himself, Kazue obliged his father and went looking for a place to eat lunch. Roaming around town with only a sweater, jeans and some rain boats, he'd hope to find a place that looked interesting enough to eat at.
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