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by Swith Witherward » Sat Jul 11, 2015 11:16 am
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Torsiedelle » Sat Jul 11, 2015 11:31 am
by Charlia » Sat Jul 11, 2015 11:53 am
Torsiedelle wrote:"I believe that race and nationality are things to be held dearly, as part of one's culture and being. It's part of who one is, and who their parents are, and so on. To say that one shouldn't be proud of their heritage isn't right to me. My sister is proud of her grandfather, and I'm proud of my Russian heritage.", She said, sounding a little more toned down and shy.
Although, in the back of her head, some ideas were beginning to take hold about her whole "revolution" and "war" bits. When she got home, she'd have to start working out more than she usually did.
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Sat Jul 11, 2015 12:37 pm
Primordial Luxa wrote:By this time the three of them had finished there food and were wrapping up there meal. Typically this wasn't how Hollow ate her food, she rarely had tables, human/humanish company or even properly cooked meat when she did so. She had to admit the experience was appealing if slightly synthetic, she didn't like the contrivances of the situation. Eating something that you hadn't broken and beaten yourself just seemed insincere, both to yourself and the meat. However she was able to quickly move one when she imagined the various creatures which Arthur was describing. She had already eaten several bats but they never really got old, wolpertingers were most likely connected to both The Meat and The Gamble Singularity if they were anything like the ones she had heard about. That could prove dangerous to consume. But Dinosaurs, now there would be a real treat, no creature she had ever met could match the sheer killing power of the Vraal which it was impossible for her to absorb but she imagined some of those colossal reptiles could.
She would have to keep track of this Arthur character and see if he was telling the truth about his home. "Kyrazinj you say? I may just have to start a travel booklet, or hire someone to bring them here for me." she said "It has been lovely here thanks but I am feeling the need to do something adventurous or retire for the evening."
by Monfrox » Sat Jul 11, 2015 1:15 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Giovenith » Sat Jul 11, 2015 2:40 pm
by Tiltjuice » Sat Jul 11, 2015 3:00 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:
Conservators
Minerva weakly smiled as the alcohol made itself known. Tea was good for clearing the mind, but booze reminded the drinker that he was alive... at least, it did until the brain became too numb to care.
"I suppose the greatest difficulty will be convincing people to refrain from attacking," she mused before sipping the liquor now occupying her cup. It was a terrible notion. Nobody wanted to willingly remain passive when aggression was leveled at them. It only made sense to fight. But this time the world was watching, and any transgressions on their part - real or perceived - wouldn't bode well for the rest of the world. "My concern is that one of the sisters will act. They don't use their brains. They have nothing to lose by taking action. Not really. No one will come along and slaughter all the humans. But their names are on the Lists, and they're counted as abhuman by proxy."
Another sip put Minerva more at ease. She set the cup down and folded her hands in front of it, cradling it between her palms. "The other problem is we just don't know who the fuck the bad guy is. It's not one of ours. Atosh was very open when questioned. He isn't behind this nor does he have any idea who is. We can't sense them moving, either. We can't sense the ones pulling the puppet strings. Is this because they're average mundanes, or is this because they're more? Have they come to devour all the light in the world, or do they simply seek to occupy our attention whilst they pull off some great scheme that would otherwise be thwarted were we able to intervene?"
by Northwest Slobovia » Sat Jul 11, 2015 4:22 pm
Giovenith wrote:"It kind of reminds me of synesthesia!"
Swith Witherward wrote:"Flights... as in military flights, a unit of men organized under a flight sergeant or whatever the term for him is. When I say 'swarm', it's because that's what it looks like. A black shadow pouring over the land, and they're like silent, violent fish skimming the surface until they reach their target. Angels of death. And..."
by Highfort » Sat Jul 11, 2015 5:38 pm
by Germanic Templars » Sat Jul 11, 2015 6:31 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"Oh, no worries, you're all fine.", Katya commented. "Welcome back, by the way."
by Tsuyoi Tekikoku » Sat Jul 11, 2015 6:57 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:"Well, I don't think we'll need to find something to talk about, now that Thriller is back.", katya smiled. She welcomed the Emperor back with a respectful nod and waved towards the door. "Better not waste any time, no? We have the majority of the day, still, and it's summer, so we can stay out longer."
She wondered if they'd run into her sister and their friends. It would be nice. She could see how Tori was doing with the crowd.
by The BranRiech » Sat Jul 11, 2015 7:38 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:17 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:22 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:51 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Primordial Luxa » Sat Jul 11, 2015 8:53 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:Primordial Luxa wrote:Robert Smith arrived in the apartment carrying a pair of briefcases with a haggared look on his face and very distinct smell which reeked of trash and indescribable waste. his cloths were dirty and looked like he had been sleeping on the streets for several days, the bags had dozens of holes in them revealing a small amount of cloths but mostly paper and strange glass instruments. He walked with a limp and any astute observer would note that he had bandages on his stomach when his shirt occasionally fluttered open. He walked slowly towards the front desk and knelt down to open one of the breif cases. As he did so it became clear that it was a crudely assembled collection of jars filled with preserved body parts, pages ripped from medical text books covered in marginal notes and several dozen rolls of hundred dollar bills. He pulled a few of the bills out and then zipped the case back up.
"Do you have any free rooms?" he asked.
A large and - on this occasion - unkempt pile of crimson robes unfolded itself from around the receptionist's deskchair in the lobby.
"The landlord is wise.
There will always be rooms free.
But things may soon change."
It appeared to respirate, but whether this was an illusion could not be accurately told.
"Joining the Building?
It is a simple process.
Avoid paper cuts."
A red tendril held out a clipboard with a number of assorted forms and pamphlets on it.
"SIgn these for a key," the being said at last.
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Torsiedelle » Sat Jul 11, 2015 10:26 pm
by Giovenith » Sat Jul 11, 2015 10:39 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sun Jul 12, 2015 1:54 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Torsiedelle » Sun Jul 12, 2015 2:24 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Drones
FUBAR remained silent save the soft, internal ticking accompanying its diagnostic processes. It extended an appendage, setting the strange foot down as if preparing to rise, but then the bottom portion of the appendage separated from the rest at the joint. It rippled as the zeptomites rearranged themselves, and a woman slowly took shape in front of Torii's eyes.
She was tall, and her sensual body seemed to painted in black material similar to vinyl. She turned to face the teen, and Torii was treated to shiny black orbs embedded in a porcelain white face. She lacked hair; a thick thatch of wires and cables seemed to serve in its stead.
"Call this unit Amara. My body is too large to fit anywhere appropriate for a private discussion." The woman's voice, low and husky, was bereft of all emotion.
by Swith Witherward » Sun Jul 12, 2015 5:05 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Sun Jul 12, 2015 6:36 pm
by Torsiedelle » Sun Jul 12, 2015 6:55 pm
by Highfort » Sun Jul 12, 2015 7:10 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Sun Jul 12, 2015 8:39 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"No, it's okay. No need to say sorry," he assured the Belas. "If anything, I apologize if I said anything amiss. You didn't have to invite two teens to lunch, and here we are, your guests. I just wish we had better answers, or ones that were more savory."
Giovenith wrote:"Sounds challenging, but fun," she said in response to the magical apprentice's offer about the sensory spell, finding it intriguing. Would it be a bit like having animal senses? "I wouldn't mind trying it at all!"
Swith Witherward wrote:Sandy pulled him from his thoughts with an offer to experience magic. The boy shook his head. "No offense. It sounds like fun, but my group is touchy about magic right now. We believe a spirit inhabits your toaster, but we frown upon magic used on our own bodies unless a very good reason exists. I'm loaded with protective wards. Apotropaic magic, really, the knowledge blessing of our god." Marcus pushed up his left arm's shirt sleeve, exposing more of the mechanical limb, and pulled a small device from his shoulder. He handed it to Sandy.
Swith Witherward wrote:He added in a low whisper, "It pisses Klaus off to no end. Magic can't fool a machine."
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