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Current HEY Y'ALL WE NEED JUST TWO MORE PLAYERS TO GET THIS GOING!! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Blazzit 4:20
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7 mos ago
I find the fact that it tells you that you have no friends to be even more hilarious. That note on my sidebar is the reason I will never friend anyone here. It must remain as it is.
7 mos ago
Passing out in the middle of an online class that started at 5am šŸ« 
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7 mos ago
@Lucid Dreaming Oh no, no jokes, you must choose. What. Are we having. For dinner.
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[a misty valley of cascading waters and towering trees, dark clouds roll like a sea overhead, thunder rumbles lowly and wind rustles through the needles of the evergreen branchesā”€goats screaming in the distance and a shadow emerges from the billowing mists]

Heya hiya, my name's Audley! Y'can call me Auds, or even just Goatif that suits ya! M'pronouns are they/their, he/his, ne/nir, and thon/thons; if y'have any questions regarding any of 'em n' how they work, please don't be afraid t'ask, m'always happy t'teach!

M'jus' a lil' amalgamation of a hundred or so goats all clumped together in a mothman onesie; y'never really know which goat you're gonna get until it screams at ya!

I like art and movies and anime and games about solving crime and horror mysteries through stolen phones (I'm looking at you, Elmwood Trail), I also enjoy life sims and dating sims and like to watch horror and thriller movies and series.

I like my cocoa spicy with a little bit of the sauce if you know what I mean and my sugar milk with coffee. Pork chops and applesauce or hit the highway, and lactose intolerance is just a reason to love dairy all the more.

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Oops, I found the time to write him up while in the car


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That'd be fine!


Cool! I found a single weapon I like better than the dual-weilding idea, but at least the answer/option is out there for anyone else hahaha
Would we be able to have a dual-weilded set of weapons as our virtue key? Such as two identical blades which reflect one another. They act as two extensions, but stand as a single unit as to use one without the other would be imbalanced
Helllllll yes! I'm so excited for this! I'll get started on my "nice guy" later tonight when I have time :^)
Note to self: Invest in a Geiger counter...


When Sorrel was through with his rebound in the...not...quite a debate, Lilian was left in silence. Even he had to admit this guy had gotten one over on him...but...he...wasn't quite ready to let that be apparent, so instead of shutting up and taking the fall like he should have done, he just snuffed and scoffed and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Oh boy, haven't heard that one before," he remarked on the insult, "No one has ever thought to compare me to a child. Bravo on that one, guy, truly, well-crafted insult, I applaud you," he unfolded his arms to give a sarcastic clap of his hands before giving another shake of his head and crossing his arms once more, "Look. You make good points. I'll give you that. But you obviously only think of this shit from an outsider's point of view. Sure. I can get a damn Geiger counter. Sure, I can wave that shit around until my arms get tired. It won't mean anything in the long run. For one thing, this is a city of over 250,000 people spanning across over 4,000 square miles, most of which is water--which, last I checked, kinda more or less completely separates Ground Zero from the rest of the city. Funny. For someone who plays off knowing so much about this shit, you seem to leave a lot of detail out in your judgment. Ground Zero is more secure than the fucking Pentagon. No one gets in. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure they'd have caught Gamma-Burn quite a few years ago. I doubt I could simply walk over there, ride a speed boat, and waltz on in. That place is a natural forest, and I don't very well see the residents being open about their involvement with a Grade-S villain, lest they too be apprehended by the DNCC and put through rigorous questioning to try and find the identity of said Grade-S villain and a means of getting into Ground Zero to finally apprehend him. So, all in all, dude, great ideas. In theory but horrible if you actually expect them to be put to practice."

He looked to the pockmarked man, and down to the bag the guy was holding, recognizing it as Josh's stupid fucking lunch order, and moved to snatch it away from the over-sized man.

"Now, if you'll both excuse me, I have a lunch run to complete," he said, then promptly turned on his heel and walked away.
Note to self: Consider not. Yeah. Consider not.


Lilian was blown away by the sheer audacity of the green-haired man spouting off. The way he acted like he knew so much more than everyone around him really drove into Li. It was exactly that kind of behavior that he despised in guys like Josh and his boss and his fucking landlady. They all put off that disgusting energy that they were better than everyone. It was nauseating. Though not as nauseating as the guy wiping his fucking blood on his sleeve. All things aside, Lilian wasn't judging the guy for having an obvious condition. No, definitely not. If the guy was sick, the guy was sick, and Lilian wasn't the type to look down on someone for something medical or out of their control. That didn't mean that he wasn't going to judge the guy for not using a damn handkerchief!

His blood was absolutely boiling at how the guy talked to him, how the guy straight up assumed to know so much about him in the little interaction they'd had. He was wrong. So dead wrong about so many things. Those anti-hero interviews were only possible off the record, and the interviewers who conducted them were often charged heavily for aiding and abetting a perceived criminal. Something Li wasn't too keen to deal with, knowing full well the company wouldn't cover the cost of the fine. Aside from that, the only reason there were far more anti-hero interviews than anything was simply because there were far more anti-heroes than, well, anything. Literally anyone could be an anti-hero. All you needed was a crappy half-assed costume and the drive of absolute insanity to do something perceived as good and you were set to go. Over half the anti-heroes out there were college students, probably high on something, running around just for attention. If any kind of interview could be classed as 'a dime a dozen' it was, without a doubt, the anti-hero interviews.

Next to that, who the fuck did this guy think he was prying into Lilian's personal ability? So he survived a little radiation, big fucking whoop. That didn't mean that Gamma-Burn was harmless. It just meant the radiation wasn't as extreme where he was...or something like that. To be honest on that one, even Li wasn't so sure how he managed to get these shots of Gamma-Burn and King Stag without suffering serious afflictions, but...he just... chalked it up to the fact that things like that never seemed to bother him. As a kid the mothers of his peer group had hosted one of those stupid 'pox parties' where the parent of one kid hosts a party when said kid gets the chicken pox to allow for all the other kids in the social group to also catch it and 'get it over with'. Lilian was the only kid who didn't catch it, and in fact, never caught it at any point in his life. Though doctors would claim that was the shot. The point was, Li, as far as he knew, was just lucky.

That wasn't what bothered the reporter though. What bothered him was the guy's assumption that he wanted nothing to do with the villain-- who for some reason these guys couldn't fucking name? What was up with that? You'd think that people would remember the name of the guy who killed Donald Trump during his second year in office! Even if the news tried to cover that up as an accident, the evidence was obvious. --The guy knew literally nothing about him, and here he was, making bold assumptions, and trying to just walk away? Li wasn't having it, he wasn't having it one bit.

Storming out the door with the bag holding Josh's stupid shitty ten dollar burrito left on the ground, Lilian caught up to the green-haired guy, "You've got a lotta fucking gull speaking all high and mighty on shit you know absolutely fucking nothing about," he spat, "Reporters like me deal with a lot more fucking background shit than you'll ever know. Just know that. And for the record? I would kill for an interview with Gamma-Burn. And that's not a fucking hyperbole. Unlike some villains out there, Gamma-Burn actually has a legit cause. A cause many people overlook as liberal scare tactics when, in actuality, it's a plea. A plea to fucking change and make a damn effort to save not just the earth, but life and those who live it as we know it. Maybe if you actually paid attention to the shit you so eagerly bury your nose in, you wouldn't end up being the shit-faced baffoon you've made yourself out to be!"
@rexgn Thought for the seven:

The knights were tricked into this slumber, told that their power was needed to seal away a dark force, and by the time they realized what the council was doing, it was too late as the ritual was nearly complete. But the ritual the council used was pulled from a dark text, and with it came exactly the kind of dark force the knights thought they were defending against. This dark force was sealed with the knights "thankfully" but in being sealed with the knights in their prison slumber, it was able to infest them, drowning them in its darkness and twisting their thoughts. The council betrayed them. The people they had protected cast them out without a care. What they stood for was meaningless. They were worthless, for they couldn't even protect themselves against the dark force that the council had so foolishly used to seal them away. Maybe take a bit from Hollow Knight here and say that the figure who comes and releases them is a vessel meant to hold this dark force. The purpose of the vessel is to trap the dark force. Overcome it and blot it out of existence. But the vessel fails, and the dark force takes control. The vessel had no intention of releasing the knights, but the dark force isn't complaining, after all...the knights belong to it now.
I'm here for the Seven, gimme!
For the love of all beliefs, do not stare!


Despite what he told himself, Lilian couldn't help but stare at the man standing over him. It wasn't out of any ill intent. He wasn't judging the guy at all. His attention was just...caught for lack of a better word. The pockmarks. It was the pockmarks. It wasn't something one saw very often, and suffice was to say, it was very eye-catching. Lilian hated himself for staring, especially since his gaze refused to meet the guy's gaze. All he could do was jump from one mark to the next and pray it wasn't obvious. He tried. He tried to focus on at least the guy's smile, but even that was awkward.

Is he pissed?? Li wondered, then decided to just close his eyes and reach out to accept the guy's hand in helping him up.

"Ah- Uh, no..." he murmured, "No, uh, it was my fault. I'm fine, really. I-" but his babbling was cut short at a new, intrusive voice entering the scene.

Just who the hell- Lilian stopped when he looked at the other guy, taking in his features. There was something...notable about him, and he wasn't just thinking about the feathers or green hair. No...something was...important about this dude, but what? It didn't matter, Li was still kinda pissed about this guy barging into this...interaction? Blathering about his views on hero interviews and questioning him and this other random dude like they'd done something wrong. It rubbed Li the wrong way, that was for sure.

"Get me a meeting with Karabasan where I don't immediately become subjected to horrific night terrors and I'll gladly write you a villain interview-- Oh, wait, that's right, villains aren't exactly crazy about sitting for an interview where they can easily be apprehended by the DNCC in the process. Damn, what a shame. Guess that's out. Maybe you should try minding your own damn business instead of criticizing the work of a guy you don't even fucking know."
Rule #1: Yes, And...


As the crew gradually filed into the common area, even Sabriel could admit that, given the physical assault from not just Harper-- fully expected if he was being completely honest with himself --but Bezaliel as well-- less expected, but, still not that surprising, to say the least --things definitely weren't going entirely as planned when he initially set his mind on waking everyone up, but, he was never one to be thrown off his game, especially in the name of dramatics! He was right on top of things with each remark directed his way, giving hearts, flipping the bird, sticking his tongue out, and even grabbing onto Dr. Gate's blanket as she passed by to try and tug it away. He was unsuccessful in that, of course, but then again he was more aiming to annoy than actually steal. He really was an overgrown child at times, but in all honestly, that was his intention. The suffering of others, even in minor tones, was really what he lived for these days. If he had to be absolutely insufferable to achieve that, well, so be it.

As the final two members of their so-called team piled out of the hall--a stark contrast they both were, walking together. Two inhuman beings. An abomination of animal traits in a barely humanoid form, standing but a few feet tall, nearly half the size of anyone else in the room. This chaotic mix avian, chiroptera, caprinae, and felid genes was known to many as simply Casey, preferring to abandon nir given family name. The second being walking just behind them was a ghastly sight of taut flesh stretched over elongated bones, stretching well-over nine feet tall. It was a colossus compared to the feathery creature shuffling in front of it. This was the resident alien, Rubber, as it chose to be called-- though for what reason it would choose that of all names was beyond anyone's understanding. In contrast to Casey's tired shamble out of the hall and toward the couch, Rubber took long, reaching steps which brought it across the room in a mere few strides. It stopped above Sabriel and glowered down at him.

"What is the being of this noise?" it hissed, "I was to be having a pleasant dream. You are to be ruining this. For this, I will be of making sure you are to be paying."

Sabriel couldn't help but snort at Rubber's awful sentence structuring. He had no idea how Bezaliel the freak who spoke like a parrot seemed to have a better grasp of proper English than the walking Halloween decoration. "'For this, I will be of making sure you are to be paying,'" he repeated, mocking, and finally shifted to get up to his feet.

Rubber narrowed its eyes at Sabriel, "What is the being of this mimicry?" it questioned, "Since when is the child man of being like that of the being of my own or the creature being of from beyond these planes?"

Again, Sabriel snorted as he straightened up, "Are you talking about Bezaliel?" he asked, his tone belittling. With a shake of his head he focused on smoothing out his scrubs as he went on, "Honestly, Magnum, for claiming to be the 'higher being' all the time, you sure talk like a gormless knobber."

"Who is being this 'Magnum'?" Rubber questioned, "Why are you being of conversing with that of my own but speaking of on another?"



As the two bickered, Sabriel continuing to mock Rubber for its speech pattern and lack of understanding in regards to his humor, and Rubber continuing to question Sabriel's words in deepening confusion and growing frustration with the man, Casey flopped nemself onto one of the couches, falling face first into the seat cushion with a long groan, "Fer the love of Genesis, somebody put 'em on mute. Please. I swear, m'This close to slamming m'self inta the fuckin' wall n' s'ploading this place sky-high."
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