OwO, that was great. Thank you. xD
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12 days ago
Bullfrog? That's an odd name. I woulda called 'em "chazwazzlers"!
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20 days ago
It's sad to realize just how jaded one has become as the years go by. Sadder still is the realization that you won't do anything about it.
27 days ago
Happy Egg-holiday erryone!
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30 days ago
Today we say goodbye to a co-worker who's been with our grocery organization for 19 years. Rest well, soldier. You survived retail-hell and finally got your deserved retirement.
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Got yelled at by a cab driver today and told I sohuld be "grateful" for him deigning to drive my short commute between work and home. Seems like proper behavior for someone in the service-industry.
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- I don't use social media, discord or google docs.
- I suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa and use a text-reading software to get through other peoples' posts.
- I'm rude, short-tempered and unserious. I'll likely say things that'll upset, offend and/or infuriate you.
- I consider roleplaying a hobby and a pass-time, not art.
- I do anime-roleplay and only anime-roleplay.
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It seemed things were about to get started. The hooded boy had taken it upon himself to fill out their information at the reception, and the archer-girl had... run off...? Then returned? With herbs. Herbs that she proceed to insert into her own nose after clarifying that they were good for blocking your sense of smell. The Guard Lady couldn't help but place a hand infront of her mouth as she laughed slightly at the sight - the foreigner looked absolutely ridiculious with the two sticsk poking out of her nostrils. The amusement quickly turned to bewilderment though, as the girl porceed to quite casually pull off her own garments - right infront of everyone around her.
A resounding, echo-ey 'Oooooooooooh~!'-noise could be heard from the other people in the guildhall - particularly the men, as the girl did this. The half-elf herself could feel her cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment for this gir! Had she no shaem? Or perhaps, she viewed other people on the same level as potatoes and didn't care if they were watching or not? Once she was done undressing into her now limited new attire, Shade proceeded outside - either to escape the situation or because he was really eager to get going. In that regard, Guard Lady too was most inclined to move away and put this entire situation out of her mind.
Following the boy outside, she listened to his directions and his inquiry about a torch. A torch wouldn't be very useful though, sewers were damp and moist, if the flame was just sitting on an unprotected piece of wood, it would likely go out or become unusable if anything should happen to it. Still, torches were cheap so stocking up on a few could work... But it would be better to find a more secure and protected light-source for the long run.
"I think a simple oil-lantern would do." She suggested, knowing that those things could stay lit even when left out in the rain and wind. It was the default tool for nighttime patrols back in her home city. "I'll go see if I can find us one, hopefully for cheap." She explained, making her way down the street towards a place where she had seen many signs and plaques for shops back when she had arrived earlier.
It didn't take many minutes to locate a general store. The shop was of modest repute and upkeep, but there were a wide selection of hoods in both the display-window and on the shelves. After searching about for a while, constantly being oggled by the three-toothed, balding shopkeep who pretened to busy himself with stocking an already full shelf, the Guard Lady found what she was looking for and approached the counter. After being initially overcharged for the banged up, buckled and in-places rusted lantern, the store's owner was only willing to lower the price after having a good, long stare at the half-elven girl's cleavage... Much to her irritation. Luckily, she had managed to not punch the older lecher in his face, possibly knocking out those remaining teeth of his, and instead endured the objectification - after all, she didn't have too much money left to spend.
Having been generously gifted with a bonus can of lamp-oil, the Guard Lady left the store - steam nearly shooting out of her ears and her brows furrowed deeply. She would certainly not be visiting this establishment again, but at least the item they needed had been procured. It was only at this point n time however, that she realized two very important things.
First, Shade had only vaguely pointed in a direction and not given any specificis to where the manhole was supposed to be. Two, she had been to amused, then embarrassed, by the archer to accept the herbs for the sewer-dive. Hopefully, the latter would still have some on her - for she did not enjoy the idea of trudging through the unified smell of amonia, mold, rat and people feacl-matter as well as whatever other foul odors may linger below the town. Griacing, she made her way over to what looked to be a tavern, stopping there to look around for her two companions.
A resounding, echo-ey 'Oooooooooooh~!'-noise could be heard from the other people in the guildhall - particularly the men, as the girl did this. The half-elf herself could feel her cheeks flush a bit in embarrassment for this gir! Had she no shaem? Or perhaps, she viewed other people on the same level as potatoes and didn't care if they were watching or not? Once she was done undressing into her now limited new attire, Shade proceeded outside - either to escape the situation or because he was really eager to get going. In that regard, Guard Lady too was most inclined to move away and put this entire situation out of her mind.
Following the boy outside, she listened to his directions and his inquiry about a torch. A torch wouldn't be very useful though, sewers were damp and moist, if the flame was just sitting on an unprotected piece of wood, it would likely go out or become unusable if anything should happen to it. Still, torches were cheap so stocking up on a few could work... But it would be better to find a more secure and protected light-source for the long run.
"I think a simple oil-lantern would do." She suggested, knowing that those things could stay lit even when left out in the rain and wind. It was the default tool for nighttime patrols back in her home city. "I'll go see if I can find us one, hopefully for cheap." She explained, making her way down the street towards a place where she had seen many signs and plaques for shops back when she had arrived earlier.
It didn't take many minutes to locate a general store. The shop was of modest repute and upkeep, but there were a wide selection of hoods in both the display-window and on the shelves. After searching about for a while, constantly being oggled by the three-toothed, balding shopkeep who pretened to busy himself with stocking an already full shelf, the Guard Lady found what she was looking for and approached the counter. After being initially overcharged for the banged up, buckled and in-places rusted lantern, the store's owner was only willing to lower the price after having a good, long stare at the half-elven girl's cleavage... Much to her irritation. Luckily, she had managed to not punch the older lecher in his face, possibly knocking out those remaining teeth of his, and instead endured the objectification - after all, she didn't have too much money left to spend.
Having been generously gifted with a bonus can of lamp-oil, the Guard Lady left the store - steam nearly shooting out of her ears and her brows furrowed deeply. She would certainly not be visiting this establishment again, but at least the item they needed had been procured. It was only at this point n time however, that she realized two very important things.
First, Shade had only vaguely pointed in a direction and not given any specificis to where the manhole was supposed to be. Two, she had been to amused, then embarrassed, by the archer to accept the herbs for the sewer-dive. Hopefully, the latter would still have some on her - for she did not enjoy the idea of trudging through the unified smell of amonia, mold, rat and people feacl-matter as well as whatever other foul odors may linger below the town. Griacing, she made her way over to what looked to be a tavern, stopping there to look around for her two companions.
Will post a bit later, got laundry today - as well as having to go to the pet-store and buy some kitty-litter for my poop-machine of a cat.
Also, Steppe Archer is best girl so far. xD
Also, Steppe Archer is best girl so far. xD
Go right ahead and wrtie up a character. ^^
Unfortunate announcement:
I'm sad to say that Risqueboots is, as of today (September 9th) no longer a part of this roleplay. It's been over 14 days since their last post in the IC and they haven't logged onto their account for 6 days. Even prior to their disappearance, I sent both VMs and PMs asking if anything was wrong - to which I received no reply. I don't know if they've had some kind of accident in real life, if they joined too many roleplays and got burnt out or merely lost interest in this particular forum altogether. What I do know is that I'm sad to kick them out, as I did enjoy the character Leela quite a bit, but sadly I've been more than generous with their time-limit. I was hoping that when I got back from work today, I'd see a little post or message from them, I even took a nap and had dinner in hopes that extending their time would give them an opportunity to show up and explain themself.
Sadly, that is not the case ad as such, we're going to have to lose our first player to inactivity. It sucks, I know, especially since Risque was one of the first people who expressed interest in this roleplay when I made the interest check. I hope they'll come back to RPGuild at some point, maybe then we can find out what happened. But until then, we now have a vacant spot in the roster and will begin accepting new applicants that show up or are interested.
If you know anyone who might want to give this a try, let them know. Otherwise, if nobody shows up, we'll just have to keep going with the four of us.
I'm sad to say that Risqueboots is, as of today (September 9th) no longer a part of this roleplay. It's been over 14 days since their last post in the IC and they haven't logged onto their account for 6 days. Even prior to their disappearance, I sent both VMs and PMs asking if anything was wrong - to which I received no reply. I don't know if they've had some kind of accident in real life, if they joined too many roleplays and got burnt out or merely lost interest in this particular forum altogether. What I do know is that I'm sad to kick them out, as I did enjoy the character Leela quite a bit, but sadly I've been more than generous with their time-limit. I was hoping that when I got back from work today, I'd see a little post or message from them, I even took a nap and had dinner in hopes that extending their time would give them an opportunity to show up and explain themself.
Sadly, that is not the case ad as such, we're going to have to lose our first player to inactivity. It sucks, I know, especially since Risque was one of the first people who expressed interest in this roleplay when I made the interest check. I hope they'll come back to RPGuild at some point, maybe then we can find out what happened. But until then, we now have a vacant spot in the roster and will begin accepting new applicants that show up or are interested.
If you know anyone who might want to give this a try, let them know. Otherwise, if nobody shows up, we'll just have to keep going with the four of us.
When the foreign girl shook her hand profusely and with such energy, Guard Lady couldn't help but smile. The addition of thanks made her cheeks flare red for a short while, before returning to normal after the furious handshaking was done. The other girl then proceeded to invite her to join them for a quest - killing sewer rats. Albeit, she stopped midway through the invitation and proposed that the halberd-wielding woman was preoccupied, which wasn't the case at all. With a gentle expression on her face, Guard Lady couldn't help but feel that this girl was a bit childish, but very cute in her haphazard way.
However, before she could respond, the hooded boy spoke up. He was being very wary of the man from before, and began to half-whsisper, half-spout nonsense. Cash in on us? Follow them into the sewers? What ridiculous claims! Everybody here at the hall had heard and seen the scene unfold, plus, why would a steel-rank even bother with quests and rewards for porcelain-ranks? He could make so much more money simply by going on a quest befittting his own standing and make a considerably larger profit. Not to mention, while the Bruiser did look shady, his two lady-friends were busying themselves with chatting to him and seemingly pampering or spoiling him.
"I don't think you need to worry about him." She said calmly, removing her eyes from the table-sitting brute and turning them to the hooded youth instead. "He was likely just looking for some pack-mules to carry his luggage and stroke his ego. I doubt he has the brass to actually try anything sinister like those ideas in your head." Her expression wasn't smiling anymore, but a mix of serious and dismissal. The girl honestly didn't believe anyone would stoop to outright murder or assault, simply for being told off. "Regardless, if you'd have me, I'd love to come with you. I don't know anyone in this town, since I just arrived." She continued, now smiling in her friendly manner once again. "I've never gone on actual, guild-approved quest before, but I do know a thing or two about using this." She tapped the butt-end of the halberd into the floor-board
"Just lead the way! .. Oh, wait. Don't we need to inform the receptionist about which quest we're taking before we go?" She askedd, looking a bit unsure.
However, before she could respond, the hooded boy spoke up. He was being very wary of the man from before, and began to half-whsisper, half-spout nonsense. Cash in on us? Follow them into the sewers? What ridiculous claims! Everybody here at the hall had heard and seen the scene unfold, plus, why would a steel-rank even bother with quests and rewards for porcelain-ranks? He could make so much more money simply by going on a quest befittting his own standing and make a considerably larger profit. Not to mention, while the Bruiser did look shady, his two lady-friends were busying themselves with chatting to him and seemingly pampering or spoiling him.
"I don't think you need to worry about him." She said calmly, removing her eyes from the table-sitting brute and turning them to the hooded youth instead. "He was likely just looking for some pack-mules to carry his luggage and stroke his ego. I doubt he has the brass to actually try anything sinister like those ideas in your head." Her expression wasn't smiling anymore, but a mix of serious and dismissal. The girl honestly didn't believe anyone would stoop to outright murder or assault, simply for being told off. "Regardless, if you'd have me, I'd love to come with you. I don't know anyone in this town, since I just arrived." She continued, now smiling in her friendly manner once again. "I've never gone on actual, guild-approved quest before, but I do know a thing or two about using this." She tapped the butt-end of the halberd into the floor-board
"Just lead the way! .. Oh, wait. Don't we need to inform the receptionist about which quest we're taking before we go?" She askedd, looking a bit unsure.
Ayame you jerk, look what you've done! xD
Northern Orario:
How the large fellow had managed to get inside the fenced-off courtyard, much more so when the gate was locked, would forever be a mystery. Regardless, he had arrived at the door to the large building, knocked and called out - even though nobody was present in the immediate vicinty. It thus took a little while, but eventually the door opened and a head popped out of the ajarred doorway. A bald fellow, with thick eyebrows, a goatee and a displeased frown on his face.
"What?" He said with a rough, croaky voice.
After the large boaz explained the istuation - as he perceived it - the bald man glanced over at the two kids, then back at the large home-invader.
"Ne'er seen those kids. If'n they be the laundry-maid's brats, she went home already. Now git." His speech was gritty and dismisive, obviously not keen on entertaining strangers. However, there must have been some kindness in his heart, or maybe he was just afraid the big one would keep pestering the abode unless he dangled a carrot infront of him. "Laundry-lady lives o'er at Daedalus' Street, take them brats there, ya find their mama." He added, closing the door in the grat tall one's face.
Of course, the children would be no help in telling him actually where this street was - seeing aas they had been unable to find their way back home earlier. Of course, there were strangers on the street one could ask, so all waas not lost just yet. The kids in question stood back over by the fence and gate to the large house, waiting for the return of their behemoth hero. Anxiety mixed with hope in their eyes.
Meanwhile at Warrior's Rest...
As Dahlia had entered the villa, she would notice at once that the interior of the building was as plain and unremarkable as the outside. A few tapestries, simple paintings and carpets were all the decorations to be found. There were lit floor-standing candlesticks to light the hallways and what looked to be a chandelier in the next room, a room that the large chienthrope headed towards right after entering.
The Goddess turned to her newly acquired, black-haired child and smiled slightly, raising an arm in a mock gesture of grandeur.
"Welcome to our Home, young one. Now, shall we go an--"
Unfortunately, the Goddess of Wisdom was interupted, as loud knocks banged on her front door. Then said door was forcefully opened and in rushed a stranger. Said stranger was not in full control of her own motion and proceeded to crash into the black-haired Dahlia - who, in turn proceeded to crash into Athena. A cacophony of clattering, thudding and outrageed or confused yelps were heard as the trio somehow meged into a living ball and slammed against the wall on the far-end of the hallway... The large man returned, none too rushed or perturbed by the noise, arriving to see three young ladies lying entweined and entangled on the floor in a heap. At this sight he raised a signle eyebrow, then turned to walk back away...
"G-Grent, you fool! Can you not see your Goddess is in danger!?" The indignant God cried as she tried to wrest herself free from the situation.
"I'm sure the Goddess of Wisdom and Tactical Warfare can manage something like this." The man said, not even stopping or turning his head.
"You traitor! No dinner for you tonight!"
"Guess I'll be eating out then."
The situation did not improve, as soon after this exchange, the door to the villa flung open again and new arrivals - six in total - barged into the hallway. Unfortunately, they too were in too great of a hurry to stop or abort their momentum, and the result was another six bodies added to the pile of on the floor. Grunts, squeals, insults, questions, panic and anger all streamed from the cluttered mass on the ground, with everyone pulling every which way to try and free themselves, only to snag, clutch or trip over someone else. At this additional racket, the head of the young pallum woman who had delivered Dahlia's letter arrived.
"What's with all the ruckus, Grent?" She asked, walking through what looked like a dining room, to get to the hallway.
"Nothing important." The man grunted.
"Sounds like fun!" The pallum exclaimed energetically.
"To watch, maybe." Grent's lip ever so slightly turned upwards.
"Stop commentating and help me!" Athena demanded. "Just what's going on here anyway!? Who are you people?"
How the large fellow had managed to get inside the fenced-off courtyard, much more so when the gate was locked, would forever be a mystery. Regardless, he had arrived at the door to the large building, knocked and called out - even though nobody was present in the immediate vicinty. It thus took a little while, but eventually the door opened and a head popped out of the ajarred doorway. A bald fellow, with thick eyebrows, a goatee and a displeased frown on his face.
"What?" He said with a rough, croaky voice.
After the large boaz explained the istuation - as he perceived it - the bald man glanced over at the two kids, then back at the large home-invader.
"Ne'er seen those kids. If'n they be the laundry-maid's brats, she went home already. Now git." His speech was gritty and dismisive, obviously not keen on entertaining strangers. However, there must have been some kindness in his heart, or maybe he was just afraid the big one would keep pestering the abode unless he dangled a carrot infront of him. "Laundry-lady lives o'er at Daedalus' Street, take them brats there, ya find their mama." He added, closing the door in the grat tall one's face.
Of course, the children would be no help in telling him actually where this street was - seeing aas they had been unable to find their way back home earlier. Of course, there were strangers on the street one could ask, so all waas not lost just yet. The kids in question stood back over by the fence and gate to the large house, waiting for the return of their behemoth hero. Anxiety mixed with hope in their eyes.
Meanwhile at Warrior's Rest...
As Dahlia had entered the villa, she would notice at once that the interior of the building was as plain and unremarkable as the outside. A few tapestries, simple paintings and carpets were all the decorations to be found. There were lit floor-standing candlesticks to light the hallways and what looked to be a chandelier in the next room, a room that the large chienthrope headed towards right after entering.
The Goddess turned to her newly acquired, black-haired child and smiled slightly, raising an arm in a mock gesture of grandeur.
"Welcome to our Home, young one. Now, shall we go an--"
Unfortunately, the Goddess of Wisdom was interupted, as loud knocks banged on her front door. Then said door was forcefully opened and in rushed a stranger. Said stranger was not in full control of her own motion and proceeded to crash into the black-haired Dahlia - who, in turn proceeded to crash into Athena. A cacophony of clattering, thudding and outrageed or confused yelps were heard as the trio somehow meged into a living ball and slammed against the wall on the far-end of the hallway... The large man returned, none too rushed or perturbed by the noise, arriving to see three young ladies lying entweined and entangled on the floor in a heap. At this sight he raised a signle eyebrow, then turned to walk back away...
"G-Grent, you fool! Can you not see your Goddess is in danger!?" The indignant God cried as she tried to wrest herself free from the situation.
"I'm sure the Goddess of Wisdom and Tactical Warfare can manage something like this." The man said, not even stopping or turning his head.
"You traitor! No dinner for you tonight!"
"Guess I'll be eating out then."
The situation did not improve, as soon after this exchange, the door to the villa flung open again and new arrivals - six in total - barged into the hallway. Unfortunately, they too were in too great of a hurry to stop or abort their momentum, and the result was another six bodies added to the pile of on the floor. Grunts, squeals, insults, questions, panic and anger all streamed from the cluttered mass on the ground, with everyone pulling every which way to try and free themselves, only to snag, clutch or trip over someone else. At this additional racket, the head of the young pallum woman who had delivered Dahlia's letter arrived.
"What's with all the ruckus, Grent?" She asked, walking through what looked like a dining room, to get to the hallway.
"Nothing important." The man grunted.
"Sounds like fun!" The pallum exclaimed energetically.
"To watch, maybe." Grent's lip ever so slightly turned upwards.
"Stop commentating and help me!" Athena demanded. "Just what's going on here anyway!? Who are you people?"
Sadly, on account of my poor eyesight, I actually have to view profiles to check things - because I need to ctrl+scroll to enlarge text in order to read it properly. This, of course, you likely had no idea about and is something I should've mentioned earlier. :<
Good, good, then we're all clear and square and good and stuff. Ugh, working tomorrow is going to suck... Weekends are too short.
Good, good, then we're all clear and square and good and stuff. Ugh, working tomorrow is going to suck... Weekends are too short.
"STATUS: guests coming over once more, but i'll be able to post on saturday. will catch up everywhere then!"
"i'll be able to post on saturday."
But it's sunday, unless you're in a time-zone that's 24 hours behind me... I don't mind you informing people about your status through your personal status, but I don't always check my players' profiles every day. Espeically since the time alotted for posting is so generous, I usually feel that people have more than enough time to respond to the thread.
So, personally, yes - I would prefer you either post in the OOC, send me a VM or a PM, after all - we have a PM convo specifically set aside for this RP. But I'm not going to force you to do so, since I have no way of actually enforcing such measures. :P
As long as you post within the week, I'll be happy. I just made the previous post to clarify any misunderstandings about how the posting-requirements work, and what I would like people to do in case soemthing comes up or they are having issues otherwise. None of that matters as long as you post every week though.
If you felt that that the previous post was targeted at you specifically, I promise that it wasn't. It was meant as a general clarification and announcement to everyone.
"i'll be able to post on saturday."
But it's sunday, unless you're in a time-zone that's 24 hours behind me... I don't mind you informing people about your status through your personal status, but I don't always check my players' profiles every day. Espeically since the time alotted for posting is so generous, I usually feel that people have more than enough time to respond to the thread.
So, personally, yes - I would prefer you either post in the OOC, send me a VM or a PM, after all - we have a PM convo specifically set aside for this RP. But I'm not going to force you to do so, since I have no way of actually enforcing such measures. :P
As long as you post within the week, I'll be happy. I just made the previous post to clarify any misunderstandings about how the posting-requirements work, and what I would like people to do in case soemthing comes up or they are having issues otherwise. None of that matters as long as you post every week though.
If you felt that that the previous post was targeted at you specifically, I promise that it wasn't. It was meant as a general clarification and announcement to everyone.
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