@Estylwen I'm starting to think you made these two orphans to be a kind of artsy literary mirror of us...
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Today was a bad day for imposter syndrome. Almost didn't get out of bed. Spent my free time reading reference books about writing instead of, y'know, writing. Tomorrow is a new day though!
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I wrote the full outline of a fanfic and 1000 words yesterday. First time I've written for ME in a decade. The imposter syndrome is real but I still feel kinda good.
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Do not suffer over where you desire to be. Accept where you are. Thank, Brad Warner!
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I can feel the creativity bubbling again, and I haven't felt this happy about it in a long time.
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@HereComesTheSnow post theme song: the Crazy88's battle sequence.
Aubri's post theme song: Yakkety Sax.
Aubri's post theme song: Yakkety Sax.
Those who aren't accepted are welcome to keep reading or apply later on if there is ever any open space in the roleplay from players dropping or other incidents.
"Wait just one minute," Mary/Mary's writer said from the green room, reading the alert that popped on their phone. "You can drop out of magic school? Like it's John Brown High after you get two F's in Senior year? When did that happen?"
She paused, looking at the snack table in the green room.
"And who ate all the cheese? I called dibs on the pepper jack slices. You all heard me."
Posted. I may go back to add more fluff when I'm feeling better, but the substance will not change. Just get prettied up.
Aubri Silverblade
Lady Furino’s Estate, Castle Gardens, Present Day
Fire and bickering children were damnable enough, but Aubri was not one to think that the day's misfortunes were done. In the Republic it was said that all fortunes and tragedies came in threes. So why not a flying mound of flesh straight from Dremora's Shade to be the third?
Aubri smiled, a sly cat's grin overcoming his face as the mound descended upon them.
"Children, stay close," he said, gathering his own courage and drawing the bauble of a sword "gifted" to him by Pater Silverblade. No buckler to fight with, as I was tutored in. The sailor's stance is still good for quick footwork, though. Of course. He untied the sword sheath and held it at range, a blunt and thin excuse for a shield. "They are discontinued coins. The new coinage commands a premium in the Most Serene Republic and, well, gold still spends. My name is Aubri Silverblade. This one is Brother Amerigo Spadoni. And you are about to see something wondrous, something few among the living have ever seen. The handiwork of a Brother of the Republic."
The cloud began to settle, overtaking the walls, the windows, the very air above them. A hundred hundred faces surrounding them in a half dome, laughing, chittering, taunting. Aubri gently prodded the Angelite to settle behind him with the butt of the sword sheath, spreading his stance in preparation for the inevitable rush of action to come.
"Brother. My eyes are open and I regret to say, we are surrounded. There is no place for it to escape you."
And what is your purpose in such a place? By Pater's logic, to stand in place and die in an acid bath, allow the Republic to declare war, sack this city, and bring glory to our household by your bones.
"In our home, there is a game that the swindlers play at the docks. One man makes a great commotion and hurls all manner of insults at the first arrivals ashore until they throw anything they have at him."
With a gentle and slow push to the backs of both the Changeling and the Angelite, Aubri led them in one step, then another, faster and around in constant movement as the cacophony of voices began to buzz, then merge, then slow- then spit their poison into Aubri's and the children's wake.
"And the other man cuts the purses from their belts."
Hey gang, I haven't forgotten about the post but the last 24 hours prevented any writing. Will try to get it done ASAP.
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@AWildSquirtle You didn't ask me to do this, but I really just thought your character was so cool, so I made some AI art of her just for the fun of it! lol Cheers!
More than the art, it makes me feel good to hear that you think my character is cool!
Only request I'd make is to see if the AI program can actually change her outfit to the jeans/overalls mentioned in her profile.
FYI, I'll get to work on a post and try to have one up later today, tomorrow at latest.
@HereComesTheSnow "Fratello. What happens when an unstoppable magic cloud meets a sword of anti-magic?"
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Paige could totally be convinced to join in the shenanigans of weekly lawnmower races if she ended up befriending the group.
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