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by Giovenith » Fri Jan 29, 2016 12:43 am
by Monfrox » Fri Jan 29, 2016 1:26 am
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 » Fri Jan 29, 2016 7:37 am
by Germanic Templars » Fri Jan 29, 2016 3:24 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Thriller stopped himself. He stood close to a window decorated with blue curtains made from a tough material Thriller brought from Gliese (after all, two kids with magical powers can tear through a lot of things). His head, which was looking up at the blank ceiling (a common thing for a man who ponders more than that is needed), turned and looked back at the Prince. Suddenly his whole body slowly shifted towards Drova, pivoting off the the heels of his recently scuffed black boots. His eyebrow raised as to give a more inquisitive glare. Now we are getting somewhere. He passively nodded his head."Now what makes you think you will fail your people? In what aspect? What way? I want to know so that we can start working backwards towards the true root cause and help you out."
Drova
"It's just that . . ."
Why did he think he'd fail?
It was a hard thing for Drova to pin down, something he was unable to do ever since he started having the visions in his mind. Were they just the product of an active imagination? Or was there something more mystical about it? "Oh, I don't know. It's just that, every time I close my eyes, I see it, myself as a horrible failure." The Prince gently patted his hand against his thighs, the delicate (For a guy at least) hand pressed his pants in slightly. His ears drooped somewhat as well, joining his wings in a look of disappointment.
"And I don't really know the root cause, right? It just feels like too much . . . Pressure. Yeah, I know I have to do it, and I know I want to do it, but how can one person hold all the power to run an entire nation?"
Cerillium wrote:LOBBY
"The lake of blood belonged to the fallen warriors. The dark mages used it in their spell," Rudu the shaman wistfully replied. No ogre, no matter how brutal, appreciated the work of dark sorcery. "As I said, it has very little power at the moment. The longer it rests in the mortal world, the more likely it will regain power. Your folk mustn't delay, shaman."
"MacDoma?" the Möf snorted at Amanda. "You don't have time to drag the Bean Nighe from her nightly haunts and then track down ancient tomes. We expect your party to leave at first light."
"Travel to the meadow where you procured the sheep, and then beyond it, heading due east," the shaman pulled a rolled parchment from his robes. "This map is rudimentary, mostly because the paths in the woods like to shift, but will still bring you to the old cave deep in the mountains. Dress warm. Winter has arrived."
The Möf rose, and the shaman took it as the cue for their time to depart. Both ogres thanked the Residents for the tea before making their way back outside to collect their weapons. The Lobby shifted back to norms once they set foot on the stoop.
ROOF
"That was entirely unnecessary," Klaus murmured to Max. The avatar hadn't left his position nor taken his eyes off the ogres in the distance. A plume of smoke drifted over his shoulder as he tapped an ash. "There is never a good reason to dynamically exit a building, especially as the door could be damaged, thus allowing the enemy an unsecured entry point."
Snow fell from his shoulders as he gestured to a dark corner near the hangar. "Also, the noise has drawn all the ogre's eyes up here. You've given away our snipers' positions. We've been quiet as church mice for the last hour."
The avatar's knees creaked as he rose from his squat. No sense in remaining in position. Klaus tamped the cigarette out in a flowerpot and approached the anthro dog. "Max, is it? I'm sure you're used to working solo, but Building defenders work as a team. Let me know if you'd like to join us. Otherwise, I'll have to ask that you don't take it upon yourself to wage a one person crusade. I'm not requesting this to demean you. Not my intent. I'm advising it because our numbers are few and I'd rather not lose men to friendly fire. You're welcome to ask Rudolf about it," he gestured towards the hangar again, "or find General Romulus. Speaking of which, I need to pay him a visit. Good evening."
He stepped past Max and trotted down the stairs.
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Fri Jan 29, 2016 4:36 pm
by Monfrox » Fri Jan 29, 2016 7:09 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 Northwest Slobovia » Fri Jan 29, 2016 8:23 pm
Cerillium wrote:The Möf rose, and the shaman took it as the cue for their time to depart. Both ogres thanked the Residents for the tea before making their way back outside to collect their weapons. The Lobby shifted back to norms once they set foot on the stoop.
by Mincaldenteans » Fri Jan 29, 2016 9:18 pm
Fvaarniimar wrote:Rmwtyliin squeaked. "What is happening?! What -" Taking a deep breath, she glanced around. It feels like I am overlooking something important. I should be more scared by this. I mainly feel surprised, puzzled... There were a few reasons for this; some part of her subconscious had recalled that the building was different to different people, for one. Spirits, is this your guidance? ...Or perhaps I am accustomed to strange things here. As modern technology was commonplace and scarcely distinguishable from magic, 'strange things' had certainly become her norm. Why, she stood with a person with the ability to mend wounds far faster than she had once believed possible. A person to whom she really needed to respond. Oops.
Unsurprisingly, the name wasn't pronounced correctly, although Rmwtyliin appreciated the healer's effort. "It is also pleasant meeting you, Ahllegzksia -" dung, I got her name wrong - "And I understand. However, I thought we were to sort the wounded here?" Nevertheless, Rmwtyliin did not feel that she had any authority in this area; she followed where Alexia was gesturing, hoping that she would see fit to explain.
"The lobby is a high traffic area," Alexia explained, recalling the previous night. Through the chaos, there was barely a semblance of coordination. Entering the library, the monk further continued, "While it would be easier to treat them at the lobby and move them here, it's best we were out of the way entirely. Besides," the monk smiled, "I don't want our guests agitated at the sight of us mulling about in preparation for something that may not happen. It'll give the wrong impression."
The girl nodded. "That is not what we want. What can we do here to prepare?" Even as she said it, a possibility occurred to her. "Maybe we could get some bandages. Some wounds might need immediate care. Also, thanks again, Duncan."
by Tiltjuice » Fri Jan 29, 2016 10:21 pm
by New Aksarben » Fri Jan 29, 2016 10:24 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
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by Highfort » Sat Jan 30, 2016 6:45 am
by Primordial Luxa » Sat Jan 30, 2016 2:57 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Yuna
"Uh, thanks for listening, everyone!" The filly shouted, a far-cry from her assertive statement just a few seconds before. Yuna blushed furiously, and sat back down again, still holding the stick, almost forgetting the importance of the trinket.
She wasn't quite the expert peacemaker she saw herself as in that situation, but the fact that her suggestion at least held some weight was an accomplishment which furthered her goals of maybe being one someday. She turned herself around, and sighed. She was planning on tossing Sundae the stick, and nodded at the prodding of Cookie to do so. "Here!" She shouted back. As much ill-will she held towards the young mare, Yuna wasn't going to let it get in her way when the stakes seemed quite high.
Although just as a little revenge, she threw the stick at such an angle so that Sundae may have to run a little ways to get her turn to speak.
Turning to Aegis, and Cookie, she looked a little worried. "Was that good? I-I wanted to say something, and then the stick, and everything just sort of spilled out."
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 Swith Witherward » Sat Jan 30, 2016 7:33 pm
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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 Giovenith » Sat Jan 30, 2016 9:04 pm
by Chedastan » Sat Jan 30, 2016 9:27 pm
by The BranRiech » Sun Jan 31, 2016 7:15 am
by Cerillium » Sun Jan 31, 2016 11:34 am
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by New Aksarben » Sun Jan 31, 2016 12:21 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by The BranRiech » Sun Jan 31, 2016 12:24 pm
by Highfort » Sun Jan 31, 2016 2:07 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Sun Jan 31, 2016 3:07 pm
Cerillium wrote:The Building's front door opened just wide enough for Volker to stick his head out. "Ms. Bela? Everyone's gathering upstairs in the dining room."
by Mincaldenteans » Sun Jan 31, 2016 4:00 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Sun Jan 31, 2016 5:08 pm
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 TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Jan 31, 2016 5:32 pm
by Giovenith » Sun Jan 31, 2016 6:09 pm
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