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Olthar wrote:Of course. I'm not arguing that at all, and I never have been. In fact, I willingly admit that they are very likely even richer than Jojo.

D is the richest man alive.

He wisely spends this money on Maxwell House coffee and updates for HAL.

D doesn't even possess blood anymore. He just has coffee in his veins. :P
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:35 pm

Olthar wrote:
Nationstatelandsville wrote:D is the richest man alive.

He wisely spends this money on Maxwell House coffee and updates for HAL.

D doesn't even possess blood anymore. He just has coffee in his veins. :P

D regularly coughs up blood due to the many, many medical conditions he's developed over the years of being a freak of nature that broke the laws of Death.

So, probably, yeah. :p
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:37 pm

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Olthar wrote:D doesn't even possess blood anymore. He just has coffee in his veins. :P

D regularly coughs up blood due to the many, many medical conditions he's developed over the years of being a freak of nature that broke the laws of Death.

So, probably, yeah. :p

You know, Jojo could probably cure him of those problems. ;)
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:39 pm

Olthar wrote:
Nationstatelandsville wrote:D regularly coughs up blood due to the many, many medical conditions he's developed over the years of being a freak of nature that broke the laws of Death.

So, probably, yeah. :p

You know, Jojo could probably cure him of those problems. ;)

D could probably cure him of his obsession with his sister, too.

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Postby Erinkita » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:39 pm

kay.

Sisitu’s Los Angeles apartment was state of the art. It might have once had a nice view, but the effect was spoiled by the levitating roads stacked on top of each other like so many pancakes piled high above street level. It didn’t matter a great deal, as Sisitu’s window was a high-resolution LCD scrying pool. She could change the view to anything she wanted, delivered to her in real-time with zero delay. Magitech. Everything was magitech now. She could order groceries online and have them teleported to her apartment in an instant. Travel by teleportation was already becoming more and more widespread. The levitating roads would soon be obsolete, barely a decade after they’d been built. State of the art. The phrase didn’t mean much anymore. Who could say what state the art would be in tomorrow? Sisitu’s mind briefly flashed back to an enjoyable night spent with a soldier, so many years ago. “Forged steel,” he’d said proudly as he showed her his new sword “It cuts right through the old bronze weapons and stays sharp for weeks. It’s like we’re living in the future.” State of the art.

Sisitu turned away from her window, currently showing the view from some five-star hotel in Trinidad. She had lived in LA for seventeen years now, and the US for ninety-two. She had been in Nepal, avoiding both world wars, when she had heard the old man had died. Some sort of accident in that school he’d started back in the 1880s. His protégé, who was calling himself Aleister Crowley now, had been vague on the detail and she hadn’t pressed him. She arrived in England in time for his funeral. Just a face among the throng of teachers and students there to mourn the headmaster. It had been startling to see so many of them. People like her, strange people, people who weren’t people at all. So many all in one place. She had never visited the school before, and she hadn’t seen the old man since the 13th century. There was always time to reconnect later, until one day there wasn’t. After that, Nepal lost its flavour. China had invaded Tibet and India tried to counterbalance the perceived threat by making Nepal its puppet. Seeing the decades of government wrangling ahead, Sisitu packed up and left. Besides, Nepal was an old country. She no longer wished to be around old, dead things.

The United States had been new and exciting in the 1950s. The atomic age had begun. Innovation and prosperity mingled with paranoia and the prospect of total annihilation. Something about the atmosphere attracted Sisitu. Things had changed completely by the 60s, and again in the 70s. Perhaps that’s why Sisitu had stayed in the States so long. It was hard to get bored in a country that was constantly reinventing itself. And then Armageddon had come. Not the one the Americans of the 1950s had feared. No, this was much worse. But then it was over. Aleister Crowley and his Elfen High compatriots had saved them all. Once again the details were nebulous, but it was clear to everyone that the world would never be the same again. And since then, the United States had been reinventing itself every week.

Sisitu felt old. Innovation and prosperity were leaving a sour taste on her tongue. Perhaps it was time to return to something old. Something solid. She thought of the old man’s words to her almost a thousand years ago, the ones that had reunited her with her baby after so many years. Time distils most things down to their essence, he had said. What had time made of Sisitu? A bitter old woman rotting away in an expensive apartment, scowling at a world she never made? It was time for a change. Time to follow in the old man’s footsteps. Time to write the future herself. He had been a teacher. So would she.
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Is the award for being the first to guess one free God murder?
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:44 pm

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Is the award for being the first to guess one free God murder?

No, it's one hour with Mr. Fluffypaws.
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From a word to a word I was led to a word,
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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:45 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Is the award for being the first to guess one free God murder?

No, it's one hour with Mr. Fluffypaws.

Nuuuuuuu
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Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.

It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.


Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.


New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.


greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.


Olthar wrote:
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

He's also a moron.

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Postby Individuality-ness » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:45 pm

Erinkita wrote:kay.

Sisitu’s Los Angeles apartment was state of the art. It might have once had a nice view, but the effect was spoiled by the levitating roads stacked on top of each other like so many pancakes piled high above street level. It didn’t matter a great deal, as Sisitu’s window was a high-resolution LCD scrying pool. She could change the view to anything she wanted, delivered to her in real-time with zero delay. Magitech. Everything was magitech now. She could order groceries online and have them teleported to her apartment in an instant. Travel by teleportation was already becoming more and more widespread. The levitating roads would soon be obsolete, barely a decade after they’d been built. State of the art. The phrase didn’t mean much anymore. Who could say what state the art would be in tomorrow? Sisitu’s mind briefly flashed back to an enjoyable night spent with a soldier, so many years ago. “Forged steel,” he’d said proudly as he showed her his new sword “It cuts right through the old bronze weapons and stays sharp for weeks. It’s like we’re living in the future.” State of the art.

Sisitu turned away from her window, currently showing the view from some five-star hotel in Trinidad. She had spent seventeen years in Los Angeles, and ninety-two in the United States. Before that, it had been Nepal. She hid away in the mountains while the world went to war with itself twice. It was 1952 when word reached her that the old man had died. Some sort of accident in that school he’d started back in the 1880s. His protégé, who was calling himself Aleister Crowley now, had been vague on the detail and she hadn’t pressed him. She hadn't spoken at his funeral. She sat in the back, just a face among the throng of teachers and students there to mourn the headmaster. It had been startling to see so many of them. People like her, strange people, people who weren’t people at all. So many all in one place. She had never visited the school before, and she hadn’t seen the old man since the 13th century. There was always time to reconnect later. After that, Nepal lost its flavour. China had invaded Tibet and India tried to counterbalance the perceived threat by making Nepal its puppet. Sisitu had no wish to suffer the decades of government wrangling and infighting that were ahead. Besides, Nepal was an old country. She no longer wished to be around old, dead things.

The United States had been new and exciting in the 1950s. The atomic age had begun. Innovation and prosperity mingled with paranoia and the prospect of total annihilation. Something about the atmosphere attracted Sisitu. Things had changed completely by the 60s, and again in the 70s. Perhaps that’s why Sisitu had stayed in the States so long. It was hard to get bored in a country that was constantly reinventing itself. And then Armageddon had come. Not the one the Americans of the 1950s had feared. No, this was much worse. But then it was over. Aleister Crowley and his Elfen High compatriots had saved them all. Once again the details were nebulous, but it was clear to everyone that the world would never be the same again. And since then, the United States had been reinventing itself every week.

Sisitu felt old. Innovation and prosperity were leaving a sour taste on her tongue. Perhaps it was time to return to something old. Something solid. She thought of the old man’s words to her almost a thousand years ago, the ones that had reunited her with her baby after so many years. Time distils most things down to their essence, he had said. It was time for a change.

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Postby Erinkita » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:46 pm

Individuality-ness wrote:
Erinkita wrote:kay.

Sisitu’s Los Angeles apartment was state of the art. It might have once had a nice view, but the effect was spoiled by the levitating roads stacked on top of each other like so many pancakes piled high above street level. It didn’t matter a great deal, as Sisitu’s window was a high-resolution LCD scrying pool. She could change the view to anything she wanted, delivered to her in real-time with zero delay. Magitech. Everything was magitech now. She could order groceries online and have them teleported to her apartment in an instant. Travel by teleportation was already becoming more and more widespread. The levitating roads would soon be obsolete, barely a decade after they’d been built. State of the art. The phrase didn’t mean much anymore. Who could say what state the art would be in tomorrow? Sisitu’s mind briefly flashed back to an enjoyable night spent with a soldier, so many years ago. “Forged steel,” he’d said proudly as he showed her his new sword “It cuts right through the old bronze weapons and stays sharp for weeks. It’s like we’re living in the future.” State of the art.

Sisitu turned away from her window, currently showing the view from some five-star hotel in Trinidad. She had spent seventeen years in Los Angeles, and ninety-two in the United States. Before that, it had been Nepal. She hid away in the mountains while the world went to war with itself twice. It was 1952 when word reached her that the old man had died. Some sort of accident in that school he’d started back in the 1880s. His protégé, who was calling himself Aleister Crowley now, had been vague on the detail and she hadn’t pressed him. She hadn't spoken at his funeral. She sat in the back, just a face among the throng of teachers and students there to mourn the headmaster. It had been startling to see so many of them. People like her, strange people, people who weren’t people at all. So many all in one place. She had never visited the school before, and she hadn’t seen the old man since the 13th century. There was always time to reconnect later. After that, Nepal lost its flavour. China had invaded Tibet and India tried to counterbalance the perceived threat by making Nepal its puppet. Sisitu had no wish to suffer the decades of government wrangling and infighting that were ahead. Besides, Nepal was an old country. She no longer wished to be around old, dead things.

The United States had been new and exciting in the 1950s. The atomic age had begun. Innovation and prosperity mingled with paranoia and the prospect of total annihilation. Something about the atmosphere attracted Sisitu. Things had changed completely by the 60s, and again in the 70s. Perhaps that’s why Sisitu had stayed in the States so long. It was hard to get bored in a country that was constantly reinventing itself. And then Armageddon had come. Not the one the Americans of the 1950s had feared. No, this was much worse. But then it was over. Aleister Crowley and his Elfen High compatriots had saved them all. Once again the details were nebulous, but it was clear to everyone that the world would never be the same again. And since then, the United States had been reinventing itself every week.

Sisitu felt old. Innovation and prosperity were leaving a sour taste on her tongue. Perhaps it was time to return to something old. Something solid. She thought of the old man’s words to her almost a thousand years ago, the ones that had reunited her with her baby after so many years. Time distils most things down to their essence, he had said. It was time for a change.

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Time for Change. Fits both Sisitu's situation and the state of the world.

EDIT: Shit, that's a previous version. Hang on. Some minor edits to make. Just phrasing a couple things better.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:47 pm

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:
Nationstatelandsville wrote:No, it's one hour with Mr. Fluffypaws.

Nuuuuuuu

Mr. Fluffypaws is the furry reincarnation of Mr. Rogers.
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Postby Mavorpen » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:47 pm

Erinkita wrote:
Individuality-ness wrote:Have a title?

Time for Change. Fits both Sisitu's situation and the state of the world.

This is oddly appropriate for my latest one shot as well.
"The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I'm saying? We knew we couldn't make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders. raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did."—former Nixon domestic policy chief John Ehrlichman

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Postby Individuality-ness » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:49 pm

Erinkita wrote:
Individuality-ness wrote:Have a title?

Time for Change. Fits both Sisitu's situation and the state of the world.

EDIT: Shit, that's a previous version. Hang on. Some minor edits to make. Just phrasing a couple things better.

That's cool. :)
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Postby Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:51 pm

So, what is the new Powergrid and how many points do I have to use on James?
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Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:... He's twenty.

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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:52 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Olthar wrote:You know, Jojo could probably cure him of those problems. ;)

D could probably cure him of his obsession with his sister, too.

(dodges Optimus Prime)

Well, at least Jojo was competent enough to figure out how to bring a dead family member back. :p
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Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:So, what is the new Powergrid and how many points do I have to use on James?

23 general, 14 magic.

EDIT: Actually, it would be 24 and 15 because James is a returning character.
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Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:So, what is the new Powergrid and how many points do I have to use on James?

23 general, 14 magic.

EDIT: Actually, it would be 24 and 15 because James is a returning character.


Is that for students or staff?
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Postby Mavorpen » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:57 pm

Liriena wrote:
Olthar wrote:23 general, 14 magic.

EDIT: Actually, it would be 24 and 15 because James is a returning character.


Is that for students or staff?

Staff I think.
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Liriena wrote:
Olthar wrote:23 general, 14 magic.

EDIT: Actually, it would be 24 and 15 because James is a returning character.


Is that for students or staff?

That's staff. Students get 20 and 10.
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Postby Erinkita » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:00 pm

Mavorpen wrote:
Erinkita wrote:Time for Change. Fits both Sisitu's situation and the state of the world.

This is oddly appropriate for my latest one shot as well.

*is intrigued* When do I get to read it?

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Erinkita wrote:Time for Change. Fits both Sisitu's situation and the state of the world.

EDIT: Shit, that's a previous version. Hang on. Some minor edits to make. Just phrasing a couple things better.

That's cool. :)

Just trying to curb my awkward prose. :p
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Erinkita wrote:
Mavorpen wrote:This is oddly appropriate for my latest one shot as well.

*is intrigued* When do I get to read it?

Few hours ago. :p
"The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I'm saying? We knew we couldn't make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders. raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did."—former Nixon domestic policy chief John Ehrlichman

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Seriously though, I have no fucking idea how Olthar guessed that stuff. She is a witch.
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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Seriously though, I have no fucking idea how Olthar guessed that stuff. She is a witch.

I actually haven't been surprised at all so far because of it. Like, while everyone else has been thinking, "Olthar, that's stupid," I've thought, "Well, I'm prepared to see that happen."
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:06 pm

In any case, I wrapped this up at a good time. Tuesday through Saturday I will be vacationing in Goa. You lot won't particularly need my presence, since the first few days of EH arcs are just the characters talking and meeting each other.

So don't kill each other in that time frame.

When I return, I'll likely throw up RU as well.

For now, I work on starting EH Arc 3.
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Postby Olthar » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:07 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Seriously though, I have no fucking idea how Olthar guessed that stuff. She is a witch.

It was this post that made it click. :P
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