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4 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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5 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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8 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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8 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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9 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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I downloaded Unreal Engine, the latest one, tonight. I'm going to dedicate extensive time to learning how to use it. Then I will animate the shit out of this RP. Prepare your bodies.

EDIT: I intend to DL it on my Mac partition because I don't have the room on my windows partition. BUT I WILL DO IT!
After what she did to all those people? I wouldn't call Isla a sweet heart.
Me.
PFC James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte


Despite his best efforts, James didn't fall asleep until about an hour before they'd had to be up and the sound of others moving around woke him quickly, his initial reaction to sight up down the road and look for Imperial soldiers. Then he realized that it was time to get up and groaned. He hadn't had so little sleep since the Imps first pushed over the border to invade Gallia, when his unit was frantically retreating after loosing their outpost and the Imps were right on their ass. Valk today's going to be long. Standing, he nudged Celeste into wakfulness with the butt of the damaged sniper rifle. "Hey, Corporal, up and at 'em from the sounds coming from next door. Smells like food too." Not waiting to see if it actually worked, he carefully steps over her and heads for the house, stepping in and setting both rifles to one side of the doorway before joining the small line that had formed for the Sarge's food. Hell yeah, real food! Plus it meant James could save his special stash.
Damian Gerard|Pub outside the Arena



Damian didn't say anything in response to Penny, not even her accusation of drowning his woes. If he wanted to drown his woes, he'd be out training, not in here drinking, but that was besides the point. Waiting until she had actually left, he slipped out of his seat and paid the bartender, apologizing for the ruckus before heading back out into the streets. Damian could have had a dozen different reasons for being in Iron Enigma's hotel that wouldn't be questioned right away. This city was full of anti-magic fanatics that were hiding under the majority of people who were accepting of magic again. Plenty of them worked for the Royal Guard and mercenary guilds, all of them were always looking for some excuse.

I'll talk to her later at the hotel, try and smooth things out. I think the two of us are a little too heated to talk it out calmly right now. Spotting an alley way, he took a running start and leaped between the walls, climbing them up onto the rooftops and parkouring back towards the hotel, leaping over alleyways and streets and sliding down inclines. The exercise kept him quick and sharp, and made his reflexes remain sharp. He knew all it would take is one missed ledge and he'd be done fighting for a long time. As he jumped over one of the alleys closer to the hotel, he caught a hanging bit of rope and swung over the gap, landing on the adjacent roof at a roll. Standing, he took a deep breath and looked over the edge, seeing if Penny had beat him there or if he had been the faster of the two. Odds were he was there first by just a few more seconds. Still he took the time to sit down and look over what he could see of the city.

Even a hundred years later, some places still bore the scars of the past, a courtyard near their hotel nothing more tan a big scorch mark from a dragon's fire that refused to be rebuilt on. It was a reminder of what happened if magic wasn't controlled by those who could wield it and if magic was manipulated in the wrong way. He sat like this, unaware of if any of his guildmate's who'd left the Games early as well would see him.
Ugh

To post

Or not to post


*in Hamlet voice* THAT is the question.
<Snipped quote by Zarkun>

Exactly why they are investigating. I planned to take that into account. Besides, these are theoretically non-mage police force. I just figured 'soldiers' fit the setting better than 'police'


There's actually a special division of the Royal Knights, which Yip's character Shujin was formerly part of, that handles magical incidents involving guilds. @Caits I think we should have mentioned that.

EDIT: Also, late reply is late. Kinda busy atm.
nvm ninj'ed


I should have nipped this in the bud sooner, or one of the other GMs, but the soldiers are the LEAST trustworthy of mages, public acceptance or not, so they aren't likely to show up to help Iron Enigma.
Damian Gerard|Pub outside the Arena



Damian groaned as Penny started in defending Master Jamie's actions and took another gulp of his drink. It wasn't strong enough to get him drunk, even if he had fifty, but it sure helped the headache he'd began to feel with Master Jamie's insistence. "And what happens if Iron Enigma decides to accuse us of snooping around their hotel anyways? None of the guild but us can confirm Master Jamie's whereabouts, and you only because I told you. This could hurt the guild in more ways than one and I don't like it."
You all have my sympathy for the misfortunes you've suffered but I would be a strong advocate of not turning this into a pity party. We've all had our downs and all been hoisted by our own petards at least once. I don't mean to sound mean or dismissive, but trying to one-up one another in the 'I've been stupid' department won't help anyone's self-esteem.

@Caits I hate to sound like a broken record but even a month after my initial request the formatting for the Mystic Beasts remains unchanged.


She hasn't updated the site yet. I don't know who HAS been, but it hasn't been Caits. Oh, or me.
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