Zombehs Member
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STATUS: And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists. 2 yrs ago
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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3 yrs ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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3 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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3 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
3 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Tempted to make up a 'guild' just to counter the Sweepers.
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Fallen Realms: The Ruins of Ironshore (An exploration and dungeon crawling based RP)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Fug if I know when I'll get a CS up but hopefully before the IC advances too far.
Raineh Daze said
You're not going to collab everything and post obnoxiously huge walls of text every post, are you? :/
First off the collab isn't even that long.
And I'd say common sense should give you the answer, but evidently not so, no. Collabs aren't going to get posted every time.
Aw shit, The Gamer route incoming.
Fug yeah.
Dblade26 said
Sorry but nope! All the hate!Also doing a collab post for your character's intro really is a bit classless.
Pft. "Class".
Dblade26 said
Um...who exactly are you collaborating with? It seems kind of dishonest to write your posts with someone who wasn't accepted into the RP...
Sky's character was accepted.
TheWindel said
Just the fact that she's a very strange case for a hacker right now. Also has a habit of breaking things and tantrums when she loses matches. Will try to get a post up soon, but it'll probably be filler. Now you must hunt each other in real life!
Oh boy.
That's a collab by the way.
"Mhm..." It was a normal summer day on which a not so normal girl was sitting on a roof-top. Equiped with palette and brush she was nearly finished to give live to a piece of paper, the scaffold pointing towards a skyscrapper it wasn't hard to figure what she had nearly finished. "Mhm, no no no, not enough drama~" she said to no one but herself. "Rrrright! More drama!" Touched by the muse the girl got back to work right away, more drama was always good.
Frankly, Adam didn’t know what to do with the abundance of free time he had now. He had thought that he would come back and find his time eaten up by the hectic household of two children and one father. Instead his irresponsible siblings had matured into young adults, well capable of taking care of themselves, and that left him without much to do. It was somewhat a relief and a disappointment at the same time to see how they had changed over the four years. Instead of simply wasting his time inside the house though, Adam figured he would go for a run. The neighbourhood had changed since he last lived here, who knew what he might find now.
Stepping outside, bright rays of sunlight greeted him although the temperature was pleasant. Before he could begin stretching though, a fairly distinct and familiar voice reached his ears. Following it back to the source, he found a sight that would have been odd if not for the person. Yuno. Only she would perch atop a house with her easel set up and palette in hand. The girl was an odd one and he hadn’t seen her much since he had enlisted; maybe only two or three times on the odd vacations he had. Wondering if she still remembered him, or at least the meals he fed her, Adam shimmied up the side of the building with ease. Landing on the tiles without much sound, he called out, “Yoh, Ms. Satsujinki, remember me?” The Ms. was a small thing on his part, something he used to use to tease the young, young girl.
Drama was needed and Drama was provided. A living body in shape of a human falling from a skyscraper was dramatical, right, right? But she needed more, the painting was just too boring, why did the girl try to paint something like that anyways? What about her creativity? Goddamn! With that she teared the picture apart, not even noticing the one and only person she could remotly call friend. But now he was there...was he away? No, he was always by her side. "Sire Roland!" Throwing her brush and palette behind her the girl clasped her hands in joy.
“T’is I,” he replied with a small bow, smiling a bit at the girl’s vibrant, although other words may have been used, energy. He never had understood why she called him Sire Roland, amongst other names, but had gotten used to getting different names upon every meeting. He could never really get bored being around her, such was her nature. Walking over to her, he tussled her hair, messing it up, as he looked at her drawing. The skyscraper resembled the building behind the canvas, a fairly nice work of art if his inexperienced self could have that opinion. It wouldn’t have looked odd if not for the falling body, but then again it was Yuno… “Anyways, what have you been up to?”
...! How could he dare! Touching a ladies hair without her consent. "Onii-chan~" Yuno pouted now, damn siscon. Regardless, he got a affectional hug full of affection, tears started to flow. "I missed you so so much! Where were you?! I... I thought..." a small pause for the necessity of sobbing. "I thought you would never return!" Sob sob, that w... huh? What was that? Yuno was used to see things others could not see, but some kind of game message? Becoming an antagonist? Mhm, they didn't have to suffer and stories with good endings were lame anyways, of course she would like to be a Maou!
Her angry pouting expression only served to make Adam chuckle, though he stop messing with her hair. “Oomph.” The unexpected hug knocked a bit of wind out of him, and for a moment he wasn’t sure how to respond. Instincts, dulled by five years’ time, managed to kick in though and he patted Yuno on the head gently. He remembered the last time he had to do something like this, consoling both his siblings before he left the house. “Come on now, I-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a dull *ping* that nevertheless filled his ears. Blinking, a screen seemed to have materialized in front of him with the message, [Do you want to be a Maou? -Y/N] Blinking his eyes did nothing to drive away the message as it continued to hover in front of him. “Huh…” he murmured, unsure of what to take this as. Maou. Devil if he wasn’t mistaken. Interesting. “Yes?”
Frankly, Adam didn’t know what to do with the abundance of free time he had now. He had thought that he would come back and find his time eaten up by the hectic household of two children and one father. Instead his irresponsible siblings had matured into young adults, well capable of taking care of themselves, and that left him without much to do. It was somewhat a relief and a disappointment at the same time to see how they had changed over the four years. Instead of simply wasting his time inside the house though, Adam figured he would go for a run. The neighbourhood had changed since he last lived here, who knew what he might find now.
Stepping outside, bright rays of sunlight greeted him although the temperature was pleasant. Before he could begin stretching though, a fairly distinct and familiar voice reached his ears. Following it back to the source, he found a sight that would have been odd if not for the person. Yuno. Only she would perch atop a house with her easel set up and palette in hand. The girl was an odd one and he hadn’t seen her much since he had enlisted; maybe only two or three times on the odd vacations he had. Wondering if she still remembered him, or at least the meals he fed her, Adam shimmied up the side of the building with ease. Landing on the tiles without much sound, he called out, “Yoh, Ms. Satsujinki, remember me?” The Ms. was a small thing on his part, something he used to use to tease the young, young girl.
Drama was needed and Drama was provided. A living body in shape of a human falling from a skyscraper was dramatical, right, right? But she needed more, the painting was just too boring, why did the girl try to paint something like that anyways? What about her creativity? Goddamn! With that she teared the picture apart, not even noticing the one and only person she could remotly call friend. But now he was there...was he away? No, he was always by her side. "Sire Roland!" Throwing her brush and palette behind her the girl clasped her hands in joy.
“T’is I,” he replied with a small bow, smiling a bit at the girl’s vibrant, although other words may have been used, energy. He never had understood why she called him Sire Roland, amongst other names, but had gotten used to getting different names upon every meeting. He could never really get bored being around her, such was her nature. Walking over to her, he tussled her hair, messing it up, as he looked at her drawing. The skyscraper resembled the building behind the canvas, a fairly nice work of art if his inexperienced self could have that opinion. It wouldn’t have looked odd if not for the falling body, but then again it was Yuno… “Anyways, what have you been up to?”
...! How could he dare! Touching a ladies hair without her consent. "Onii-chan~" Yuno pouted now, damn siscon. Regardless, he got a affectional hug full of affection, tears started to flow. "I missed you so so much! Where were you?! I... I thought..." a small pause for the necessity of sobbing. "I thought you would never return!" Sob sob, that w... huh? What was that? Yuno was used to see things others could not see, but some kind of game message? Becoming an antagonist? Mhm, they didn't have to suffer and stories with good endings were lame anyways, of course she would like to be a Maou!
Her angry pouting expression only served to make Adam chuckle, though he stop messing with her hair. “Oomph.” The unexpected hug knocked a bit of wind out of him, and for a moment he wasn’t sure how to respond. Instincts, dulled by five years’ time, managed to kick in though and he patted Yuno on the head gently. He remembered the last time he had to do something like this, consoling both his siblings before he left the house. “Come on now, I-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a dull *ping* that nevertheless filled his ears. Blinking, a screen seemed to have materialized in front of him with the message, [Do you want to be a Maou? -Y/N] Blinking his eyes did nothing to drive away the message as it continued to hover in front of him. “Huh…” he murmured, unsure of what to take this as. Maou. Devil if he wasn’t mistaken. Interesting. “Yes?”
A hand pressed up against the black glass as Jun strode up to it and looked out. Across from this building was the hall that currently housed several, four if his eyes didn’t fail him, Kings. Quite the gathering for what was supposed to be a recruiting event for the Ebony Strykers, but it was quite the event so it wasn’t strange. His eyes flew over the other Avatars that had come and recognized some from earlier, but not really caring all too much about them. Lips, on the Avatars that had such, were moving and although he obviously couldn’t hear from where he stood, his “eyes” focused in an attempt to glean what was being said. Nothing too important from what he could make out, it seemed that the Black King wasn’t exactly pleased with the White Terror’s entrance. It was hard enough to catch even that though thanks to the distance and the number of Avatars gathering. Reluctant to do so, but seeing it necessary if he wanted to know more, Jun prepared to Flash Frost out.
Before he could do so though, the sound klaxon roared through what seemed like the entirety of Deep Grounds Online. Stumbling a bit at the sudden and unexpected event, Jun found himself at a loss for a moment before he recovered. “Huh…” was about all the reaction he had, expressing both acceptance and disappointment for such a thing to occur at such an inopportune time. He could feel the connection slowly slipping away as the virtual world collapsed around him and his Avatar began to fade away. Rather than let the connection break in such a manner though, he closed his eyes and let go. Opening them, he found himself staring at the white ceiling of his room.
He had been busying himself with a new book he’d gotten a few days ago, but hadn’t gotten a chance to crack open just yet when an announcement rang out inside his head. Frowning at the initial message, Jun couldn’t help but click his tongue in annoyance and disappointment. What a waste. He could just imagine how much EXP he would have been able to farm with Dissolutions running rampant. The second tidbit revealed what the mysterious Black King’s immediate purpose was. He filed that under ‘interesting information to know’ before pushing DGO off to the side of his mind. It sucked that access would be down for the day, but without anything to do about it, he focused his attention elsewhere.
Before he could do so though, the sound klaxon roared through what seemed like the entirety of Deep Grounds Online. Stumbling a bit at the sudden and unexpected event, Jun found himself at a loss for a moment before he recovered. “Huh…” was about all the reaction he had, expressing both acceptance and disappointment for such a thing to occur at such an inopportune time. He could feel the connection slowly slipping away as the virtual world collapsed around him and his Avatar began to fade away. Rather than let the connection break in such a manner though, he closed his eyes and let go. Opening them, he found himself staring at the white ceiling of his room.
He had been busying himself with a new book he’d gotten a few days ago, but hadn’t gotten a chance to crack open just yet when an announcement rang out inside his head. Frowning at the initial message, Jun couldn’t help but click his tongue in annoyance and disappointment. What a waste. He could just imagine how much EXP he would have been able to farm with Dissolutions running rampant. The second tidbit revealed what the mysterious Black King’s immediate purpose was. He filed that under ‘interesting information to know’ before pushing DGO off to the side of his mind. It sucked that access would be down for the day, but without anything to do about it, he focused his attention elsewhere.
Just wondering if there was any difference in the passing of time between Deep Grounds and the real world like there is in Accel World, or is time kept at a 1:1 ratio?
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