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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Is it to late to toss in my hat?
Well it has been three days since anything was posted here, but the idea seems fun. Do you still plan to go through with it?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Hes at the camp. Ill add more some more detail to the camp post. (Just wanted to post what I could while I had the thought.)
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
"Wait! I promise I am no spiri....Annnnd their gone."
Glenn sighs before thinking aloud. "Moving hair and floating is all it takes to spook these people! Do they know how much effort it takes to walk...Perhaps that is a bad comparison. More How much it takes to not not walk!"
Glenn spins about in place as he uses his expert navigational skills to decide where to head next. Suddenly he stops looking at the fresh foot prints of the children he had just encountered. "Small mammals run back to their parents! SO I can follow them back to their parents!" He floats a little higher pleased with his reasoning!
Sure enough he finds a small cottage not 1534 steps away! Quite adorable how children seem to run with such reckless abandon, they each feel twice on the way home. Twins? Fascinating honestly! Perhaps one feels the others pain! He must ask them! *Knock Knock* A younger woman answers the door. "Salutations! I am in search of" The door promptly closes in his face. He feels the slight stinging as his fore head seemed a tad close. "adolescent, misjudged based on appearance. I would think I had more in common with a elemental than a ghost. Must be the pale skin tone along with blue ethereal hair." His thoughts are interrupted by the interjection of a rather burly fellow. "Its more the 3 feet off the ground bit. I would be tempted to apologize for my children but yur' kind isn't exactly one that they shouldn't be fearin'."
Glenn smiles,at least he didn't attempt to shoo him with a torch.
"Well I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me, I am simply looking for a town. As I am in need of a purpose. Not that their is no meaning to my existence its more their is lack of means to an end!"
The man blinks rapidly as he tries to even begin to make sense of the Dreamers words. "Well there is one about a days...hike? Walk...Float, in that direction."
Glenn didn't waste any time, he began heading the direction the man had indicated.
The man shouted from his door, "Goodbye then!" Shutting his door and muttering about the strangeness of the world.
Glenn found himself in a camp, rather than a town. Looking about he was perplexed by the nature of the facilities. The numerous people he had seen had various ages and objectives, they all had this smell though. Like bathing was a secondary objective, oh and the lack luster attires as well. "I know what this is, its a bandits camp! Clearly with all the rather smelly people about, and the lack of nationalism, I bet if I look around enough I will find a treasure room!"
With that he began poking around inside the tents and structures.
Glenn sighs before thinking aloud. "Moving hair and floating is all it takes to spook these people! Do they know how much effort it takes to walk...Perhaps that is a bad comparison. More How much it takes to not not walk!"
Glenn spins about in place as he uses his expert navigational skills to decide where to head next. Suddenly he stops looking at the fresh foot prints of the children he had just encountered. "Small mammals run back to their parents! SO I can follow them back to their parents!" He floats a little higher pleased with his reasoning!
Sure enough he finds a small cottage not 1534 steps away! Quite adorable how children seem to run with such reckless abandon, they each feel twice on the way home. Twins? Fascinating honestly! Perhaps one feels the others pain! He must ask them! *Knock Knock* A younger woman answers the door. "Salutations! I am in search of" The door promptly closes in his face. He feels the slight stinging as his fore head seemed a tad close. "adolescent, misjudged based on appearance. I would think I had more in common with a elemental than a ghost. Must be the pale skin tone along with blue ethereal hair." His thoughts are interrupted by the interjection of a rather burly fellow. "Its more the 3 feet off the ground bit. I would be tempted to apologize for my children but yur' kind isn't exactly one that they shouldn't be fearin'."
Glenn smiles,at least he didn't attempt to shoo him with a torch.
"Well I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me, I am simply looking for a town. As I am in need of a purpose. Not that their is no meaning to my existence its more their is lack of means to an end!"
The man blinks rapidly as he tries to even begin to make sense of the Dreamers words. "Well there is one about a days...hike? Walk...Float, in that direction."
Glenn didn't waste any time, he began heading the direction the man had indicated.
The man shouted from his door, "Goodbye then!" Shutting his door and muttering about the strangeness of the world.
Glenn found himself in a camp, rather than a town. Looking about he was perplexed by the nature of the facilities. The numerous people he had seen had various ages and objectives, they all had this smell though. Like bathing was a secondary objective, oh and the lack luster attires as well. "I know what this is, its a bandits camp! Clearly with all the rather smelly people about, and the lack of nationalism, I bet if I look around enough I will find a treasure room!"
With that he began poking around inside the tents and structures.
The caw of a crow awakens River. Sleeping on an uncomfortable log and a large bottle of last nights dinner being used as a pillow. She attempts to stand, but alas it would seem the ground was no where near, the log was actually a tree branch. Her eyes struggle to open the trace of dinner still in her system made it a rather painful process. The crow was just an arms length away, in the tree, that she was sleeping in? A gust makes her branch move and make her react to steady herself.
"Explains why it's so cold."
She stretches out the best she can on her rather firm branch? She slides to the tip and allows herself to fall down....Into a water. Due to her armor she sinks to the bottom. River wants to scream out about how cold it is, but frankly its a good thing. Now any trace of the groggy hangover has been forced from her. Bubbles of air escape from her mouth as she sighs. Her draconic strength makes it easy for her to walk about at the bottom of the lake. Likely a few more than just a few meters down, the pressure would have been too much for most to bear.
As she breaches the surface she looks similar to an undead! She moves her bangs from her face in order to look about and understand surroundings.She spies her perch, it was a branch that extended over a waterfall, a very scenic location to say the least. A sound of something pushing against her plate along with the feeling of something moving about beneath her breast plate. She opens it up allowing not only water but breakfast to spill forth, a trout, and a large one.
"Don't mind if I do."
After her meal she set out, no real objective or purpose. As River re equips her armor she questions where her Axe is. Ah well it will turn up,or at least she hopes it will. Looking up at the sky to get her bearings but the storm prevents any sort of sunlight from slipping through. River can't help but grumble as the clouds give way. She throws a fish bone at the sky before proclaiming her undying love for it.
"I hate this country."
"Explains why it's so cold."
She stretches out the best she can on her rather firm branch? She slides to the tip and allows herself to fall down....Into a water. Due to her armor she sinks to the bottom. River wants to scream out about how cold it is, but frankly its a good thing. Now any trace of the groggy hangover has been forced from her. Bubbles of air escape from her mouth as she sighs. Her draconic strength makes it easy for her to walk about at the bottom of the lake. Likely a few more than just a few meters down, the pressure would have been too much for most to bear.
As she breaches the surface she looks similar to an undead! She moves her bangs from her face in order to look about and understand surroundings.She spies her perch, it was a branch that extended over a waterfall, a very scenic location to say the least. A sound of something pushing against her plate along with the feeling of something moving about beneath her breast plate. She opens it up allowing not only water but breakfast to spill forth, a trout, and a large one.
"Don't mind if I do."
After her meal she set out, no real objective or purpose. As River re equips her armor she questions where her Axe is. Ah well it will turn up,or at least she hopes it will. Looking up at the sky to get her bearings but the storm prevents any sort of sunlight from slipping through. River can't help but grumble as the clouds give way. She throws a fish bone at the sky before proclaiming her undying love for it.
"I hate this country."
Tick tock....tick...tick...tick...tick tock......
Kanashii was a patient man. Used to the drastic amount of time that anything in this bureaucratic nightmare took. But this time he was awaiting the approval to go on a "vacation". A release of his pent up aggression, some enjoy art, other physical exertion? Kanashii just needs to kill a few hollows.
He paced about his office, ensuring it was every bit within regulation not a single thing out of place. He looked down at his right foot, and can't help but smile. There is a odd bit of satisfaction when you catch something totally off guard, knowing they go on completely unaware of how. The smile expands as he chuckles to himself.
"Captain....First that is creepy second you are supposed to be meeting with the rest of the captains...er captain commander summoned you? No wait beckons!"
Kanashii looks up from his foot at the one who rudely opened his door without knocking. The smile shifts to a glare. Small in stature, hair styled in some outlandish manor, hands have a obvious weathering from training with a sword...but not enough to be any sort of powerful. Greenhorn in the unit. While He enjoyed the "boys" arrogance, he can't let it show.
"Are you new? Last Time I checked personal opinions like that are reserved for those that can match blades with me. Second make sure when you take important information, you don't. Third I hope you are better with a sword than you are in speaking, or else the time within my unit is likely going to be a short one."
The boy took a more confident stance as he actually had the nerve to retort.
"Yes sir! Started with you just this week! I am honored, and I am going to be better than you sir!"
Kanashii cant fight it, the grin returned!
"Oh really! Guess I should just kill you now, can't have you taken my station." With that he was behind the boy sword pressed against his neck his face ever so close.
"Damn but I have to be elsewhere." A flash-step and he was gone. The boy swallows hard placing his hand on his neck, "P-p-p-perhaps I should request a T-t-transfer."
Kanashii arrived hopefully within enough time not to stand out as much as he did in his head. First division always irritates him, Alot of the captains irritate him. Oh look the most Irritating one of the lot, Akimoto....Someone who had so much potential and they just throw it away. Kanashii your glaring his thoughts help him get his expression under control. They sip their tea, he despises tea, calms your head to much. "This meeting is going to be long and bothersome"...
Osamu was interesting enough, Kanashii didn't dislike him. Not really a fan of his bureaucratic tendencies but its helped him a few times, and his swordsman ship was well worth his station. A Brother in arms for certain. While other captains have spoken with him in the past, Osamu is the only one that seemed to actually respect him for more than his blade.
"The Midget." Yue, short. Very very short. That is all he really knew. She didn't use a blade the way she could, irritating. Short. His eyes soon follow hers to the commander...shorter. He awaits the reason from there.
Kanashii was a patient man. Used to the drastic amount of time that anything in this bureaucratic nightmare took. But this time he was awaiting the approval to go on a "vacation". A release of his pent up aggression, some enjoy art, other physical exertion? Kanashii just needs to kill a few hollows.
He paced about his office, ensuring it was every bit within regulation not a single thing out of place. He looked down at his right foot, and can't help but smile. There is a odd bit of satisfaction when you catch something totally off guard, knowing they go on completely unaware of how. The smile expands as he chuckles to himself.
"Captain....First that is creepy second you are supposed to be meeting with the rest of the captains...er captain commander summoned you? No wait beckons!"
Kanashii looks up from his foot at the one who rudely opened his door without knocking. The smile shifts to a glare. Small in stature, hair styled in some outlandish manor, hands have a obvious weathering from training with a sword...but not enough to be any sort of powerful. Greenhorn in the unit. While He enjoyed the "boys" arrogance, he can't let it show.
"Are you new? Last Time I checked personal opinions like that are reserved for those that can match blades with me. Second make sure when you take important information, you don't. Third I hope you are better with a sword than you are in speaking, or else the time within my unit is likely going to be a short one."
The boy took a more confident stance as he actually had the nerve to retort.
"Yes sir! Started with you just this week! I am honored, and I am going to be better than you sir!"
Kanashii cant fight it, the grin returned!
"Oh really! Guess I should just kill you now, can't have you taken my station." With that he was behind the boy sword pressed against his neck his face ever so close.
"Damn but I have to be elsewhere." A flash-step and he was gone. The boy swallows hard placing his hand on his neck, "P-p-p-perhaps I should request a T-t-transfer."
Kanashii arrived hopefully within enough time not to stand out as much as he did in his head. First division always irritates him, Alot of the captains irritate him. Oh look the most Irritating one of the lot, Akimoto....Someone who had so much potential and they just throw it away. Kanashii your glaring his thoughts help him get his expression under control. They sip their tea, he despises tea, calms your head to much. "This meeting is going to be long and bothersome"...
Osamu was interesting enough, Kanashii didn't dislike him. Not really a fan of his bureaucratic tendencies but its helped him a few times, and his swordsman ship was well worth his station. A Brother in arms for certain. While other captains have spoken with him in the past, Osamu is the only one that seemed to actually respect him for more than his blade.
"The Midget." Yue, short. Very very short. That is all he really knew. She didn't use a blade the way she could, irritating. Short. His eyes soon follow hers to the commander...shorter. He awaits the reason from there.
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I would be down, but this weekend would be hard due to the weather forcing me onto a couch and the only way to post is mah vita.
I wanted to kinda introduce their personalities in the first post. Or at least their previous way of life.
Michael sighs, reaching into his coat. American's always have such nifty guns, But they hardly pass for covert. Pulling out a rather petite 9-mm he pulls the chamber to give it the audible click for the ally to hear. Politely he smiles and waits for the jester wannabe to turn around.
"I am guessing this is one of those insane anime cliche's? A hot Assassin versus another? Not that I intend to step on any toes, but I plan to invite the one in red to dinner. So if you could refrain from making me a felon I would greatly appreciate it."
Mentally he counts...3....2...1..Then as if the light turned green the Jester charged him. Just as her foot left the ground to more than likely crush his skill she is knocked to the ground. Michael's bangs sway from the wind of just how close he was. His smile however never swayed, it actually grew larger.
"Miss Red. You need not be so rough. I am sure she kno-"
The sound of the jesters skull fracturing the concrete....Wait....The concrete gave before a skull? The jester is still moving? She is still resisting?! Michael Whistles as he looks down at the pistol with a smirk. Playing with fire may be a understatement, if their bodies can take that kind of punishment...
The jester blows past him, shooting him a glare to which he fires back a sneer. Michael cares not if it was God himself, no one would dare to think him less than.
Miss Red holds her side, her dress tattered, if anyone walked up right now....Particularly while holding a gun...He slides it back into his pocket as he approaches her.
"Miss Red, Perhaps you could fill in the gaps? Over dinner of course."
"I am guessing this is one of those insane anime cliche's? A hot Assassin versus another? Not that I intend to step on any toes, but I plan to invite the one in red to dinner. So if you could refrain from making me a felon I would greatly appreciate it."
Mentally he counts...3....2...1..Then as if the light turned green the Jester charged him. Just as her foot left the ground to more than likely crush his skill she is knocked to the ground. Michael's bangs sway from the wind of just how close he was. His smile however never swayed, it actually grew larger.
"Miss Red. You need not be so rough. I am sure she kno-"
The sound of the jesters skull fracturing the concrete....Wait....The concrete gave before a skull? The jester is still moving? She is still resisting?! Michael Whistles as he looks down at the pistol with a smirk. Playing with fire may be a understatement, if their bodies can take that kind of punishment...
The jester blows past him, shooting him a glare to which he fires back a sneer. Michael cares not if it was God himself, no one would dare to think him less than.
Miss Red holds her side, her dress tattered, if anyone walked up right now....Particularly while holding a gun...He slides it back into his pocket as he approaches her.
"Miss Red, Perhaps you could fill in the gaps? Over dinner of course."
Awoken by the sound of a perturbed barkeep.
"You really need to get over that habit, you are lucky that I am fond of yah'"
Forte isn't a heavy drinker by any means, but he does enjoy sleeping in good company....Like at the end of the bar, often enough that everyone seems to misinterpret him for a living statue. The Barkeep, a lady saurian named Sheliah, (That means itsa girl) who often calls upon forte for grunt work and his wonderful people skills. She looks after him while he sleeps and the odd tips he gets for his statue like stare, though she cant help but be slightly off put by the fact he does so without so much as a yawn.
"You know I was chatting with you for at least thirty minutes or so, you could at least let me know before hand. Kinda' rude you go askin me."
Forte lets a yawn escape, Then he smiles at her somewhat apologetically.
"Can't help it your stories are like the one mom used to say."
The saurian scoffs and raises a brow.
"Your mother had a bad habit then, complaining to her children about how bad her lovers can be."
Forte laughs for a minute before he can even get the words out.
"You got no idea. I'll see you around miss Sheliah, gotta check in. You know duty calls."
Sheliah rolls her eyes before waving off the peg, "Oh yes, like they use you for more than scaring off bad publicity. Not that that Fat Saurian is anymore lovely to look at."
Laughing Forte flapped his massive wings launching himself out the building.....The door came with him for about 10 meters. Much to the facepalming Sheliah's sigh. "One day he will remember how big he is..."
Zelia picks the wonder root, her personal rare herbs growing in a garden she protects from weeds and prying eyes. It's not so much that shes growing anything bad, but they are hard to come by this far from the rolling sands.
Cleaning it off she puts it in the top of the brewing pot, the moisture that condenses on its body picks up just enough of the flavor to give it that pick-you-up so the day can get to rolling. Not that she needs it but Dink, that "Ass" always needs a spur in the morning. As it sits she starts going through the budget, travel expenses would obviously be a tad higher this month moving out this way, but she neglected the expenses on her spices and "Imports".
"Dink is going to cut back on fun and games this month. Hopefully the new location will be infatuating enough.."
She wouldn't simply admit the feeling guilt, but even though she needed her things to continue to work the way they had grown accustom to it was still her fault that the budget was this much in the red.....But then again Dink didn't have a budget till her. She smirks thinking about how he was happy just getting by, things really did seem to work out for him. The first month she was with him he owed 13k bits, that just seemed to show up in a single case that he took on a whim. Now once more on a whim he is part of some group that seems to be flying blind hoping to find a reason to be. Zelia thought poorly of the idea, but once Dink gets it in his head......She knows that no amount of logic is going to get it out.
"I would be a fool to try, but at least they can help us get by...."
A crow caws at what seems like random, letting her know the tea is ready...
"You really need to get over that habit, you are lucky that I am fond of yah'"
Forte isn't a heavy drinker by any means, but he does enjoy sleeping in good company....Like at the end of the bar, often enough that everyone seems to misinterpret him for a living statue. The Barkeep, a lady saurian named Sheliah, (That means itsa girl) who often calls upon forte for grunt work and his wonderful people skills. She looks after him while he sleeps and the odd tips he gets for his statue like stare, though she cant help but be slightly off put by the fact he does so without so much as a yawn.
"You know I was chatting with you for at least thirty minutes or so, you could at least let me know before hand. Kinda' rude you go askin me."
Forte lets a yawn escape, Then he smiles at her somewhat apologetically.
"Can't help it your stories are like the one mom used to say."
The saurian scoffs and raises a brow.
"Your mother had a bad habit then, complaining to her children about how bad her lovers can be."
Forte laughs for a minute before he can even get the words out.
"You got no idea. I'll see you around miss Sheliah, gotta check in. You know duty calls."
Sheliah rolls her eyes before waving off the peg, "Oh yes, like they use you for more than scaring off bad publicity. Not that that Fat Saurian is anymore lovely to look at."
Laughing Forte flapped his massive wings launching himself out the building.....The door came with him for about 10 meters. Much to the facepalming Sheliah's sigh. "One day he will remember how big he is..."
Zelia picks the wonder root, her personal rare herbs growing in a garden she protects from weeds and prying eyes. It's not so much that shes growing anything bad, but they are hard to come by this far from the rolling sands.
Cleaning it off she puts it in the top of the brewing pot, the moisture that condenses on its body picks up just enough of the flavor to give it that pick-you-up so the day can get to rolling. Not that she needs it but Dink, that "Ass" always needs a spur in the morning. As it sits she starts going through the budget, travel expenses would obviously be a tad higher this month moving out this way, but she neglected the expenses on her spices and "Imports".
"Dink is going to cut back on fun and games this month. Hopefully the new location will be infatuating enough.."
She wouldn't simply admit the feeling guilt, but even though she needed her things to continue to work the way they had grown accustom to it was still her fault that the budget was this much in the red.....But then again Dink didn't have a budget till her. She smirks thinking about how he was happy just getting by, things really did seem to work out for him. The first month she was with him he owed 13k bits, that just seemed to show up in a single case that he took on a whim. Now once more on a whim he is part of some group that seems to be flying blind hoping to find a reason to be. Zelia thought poorly of the idea, but once Dink gets it in his head......She knows that no amount of logic is going to get it out.
"I would be a fool to try, but at least they can help us get by...."
A crow caws at what seems like random, letting her know the tea is ready...
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