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Despite everything that's going on, being alive is heckin' swell.
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To the rps that I was in, thank you for welcoming me and giving me a chance to become a part of your world. All of you are wonderful and creative people who deserve the best in life. Godspeed.
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I was not... in the right place emotionally and mentally. Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for unintentionally ghosting the rps I'm in. I'm working a lot to become a better person now.
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Just came back from the dead woo

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The Quirinian was shocked to see the three USS human offices approach their group and began to act mean to them without any reason. One of them even tapped on the glass as if trying to annoy Uruna. She was indeed getting annoyed but she wanted to wait first to see if they could explain why they were being so mean to them. Uruna inclined her head to the side as the trio spilled their story to them. They were goading and spiteful at first, but now they're more somber and heartbroken as the trio told the group about the horrors they have faced. The smallest of the three leaned his forehead against the glass instead of tapping it, and Uruna could perfectly hear the sadness from his voice.

Uruna placed her hand on the glass opposite where Frutz leaned his forehead, showing him how sorry she was. "I have seen so many faces etched with pain and suffering as a medic. While in training, it was important for us to go on field missions so we could experience treating the wounded first hand in the outside world. The experience was nothing compared to what they told us. The miasma of sickness and blood in the waters, the painful groans of the sick and wounded, the pale faces of those who abandoned hope and succumbed to the pain...

She paused for a bit and breathed deeply to relax herself. "Even saying it out loud made me remember all those horrible things. But we in the medicine field have become used to death. Not so much that we are numb to the pain and suffering of our patients, but that exposure helped us realize how truly ugly real life is. It has taught us to maintain our composure, keep our heads leveled, and focus on our tasks so we can concentrate on treating and healing our patients.

We medics promised to do whatever it takes to help them. There is no point in wallowing about the future as we all know pain, suffering, and death are inevitable. The best that we can do is to make the most out of what we have today. That's why we must make sure to do our best and complete our missions so all of us can come back to our homes safe and sound. We will mourn our departed and we will celebrate their legacy, while we should continue on living no matter what. As the saying goes: just keep swimming."
Uruna said to the three members of the USS while giving them a sad smile, hoping her words would at least help them in their endeavors.

@Headhunter
In Avalia 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




TIME: Past Midnight
LOCATION: Morteum (The Necropolis)
INTERACTIONS: @Alivefalling@Eviledd1984



Gleeful laughter echoed throughout the Necropolis. In the blink of an eye, a parasol appeared out of nowhere and hovered high up in the air as it slowly rotated. It gradually made its way down, where its handle bounced on the ground and spun around fast, scattering bountiful cherry blossoms and petals all over the area. Then an unknown figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere as well, holding the parasol and twirling around elegantly as if she was dancing.

The demoness finished her twirling as she faced the Lich King, closing her umbrella and bowing before him. "Father." She respectfully greeted him. She stood up and faced his comrade, O'Ner the kindly undead, before Aklenroth, giving him a smile. Her skin and hair were as white as snow, and her eyes seemed to be just pools of pure gold.

"You heard right, General Faister. Our delightful king has a daughter. I will understand if it has surprised you quite a bit. Father is a very humble and quiet lich after all. Oh, where are my manners? You may call me Sakura." Sakura amusingly said to O'Ner with a curtsy. She has watched O'Ner before as any of Aklenroth's chosen comrades have piqued her interest. It was to her disappointment to find out how boring he was as all he did was tend to his precious garden. She almost considered destroying it because she wanted to see how O'Ner would like if he was mad, but decided not to as quickly lost interest.

Sakura walked to Aklenroth's side as she twirled her parasol around. "Oh Father, you should see what it's like outside. All those worthless gnats creating their own rifts in hopes that a hero will come and save their precious lands. You will even find yourself laughing at their futile attempt." She said as she chuckled, running her fingers through her parasol.

The parasol was a gift to her by Aklenroth, one of the only intact objects his forces have found along with her among the wreckage of her hometown. Aklenroth and the dark elves imbued magic unto it, making sure it will be useful for Sakura in her future endeavors. She promised to cherish the parasol given to her by her new Father, a symbol of her loyalty and eternal gratitude to the omnipotent Lich King who saved her life.

As she talked, Sakura noticed a weak life force lingering around before disappearing forever. She knew what race that life force belonged to and she smiled to herself as she realized her Father had finally killed that pesky fairy spy of his. Sakura was planning to tell her Father the news about the elves opening rifts all over Avalia, but the fairy beat her to it. Sakura even saw the army of undead marching out of Necropolis, and she even heard Aklenroth shout out loud and calling forth Soruklithbaal, ordering him to kill the ones who opened the rifts. She smiled and laughed gleefully as she watched the undead dragon soar to the cold, dark heavens, knowing that their enemies were no match against the mighty creature.

"As always, I know you called for me here for a reason, Father. Would you like me to continue going undercover to gather more information about the enemy? Or perhaps, you want me to assist our precious dragon? Oh, I can even go and wreck havoc in a few villages myself. Just say the word, Father!", Sakura excitedly said as she was very much looking forward for a chance to 'play' with the enemies.
In Avalia 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oh sorry! I didn't read it properly >m< I'll do right next time!
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"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you. Apologies", Uruna said as she sheepishly laughed. The Quirinian then gave the others a serene smile. Even though they were all much different from each other, it looked like they were all kind and thoughtful as well. Uruna was glad to know the other members of the Trident were just as kind as the ones she met before when she was still in training. She was sure Ommo would like them, but the blue-skinned Droquilian? Maybe not so much.

She floated before them and enjoyed watching them talk to her and each other. Uruna has always been the silent, observer type. She did not like to be the center of attention, and would rather blend in with the crowd than stand out. The nice thing was she felt right at home with them despite just meeting them the first time, though she did feel kind of strange when the orange-haired girl stared at her for a minute too long.

She was so entertained by the lot that she forgot she was holding a 'bottle' of her drink. It's non-alcoholic as Uruna still felt weird drinking alcohol despite being of legal age. Besides, she didn't know what she was like when drunk. She could unintentionally will her tentacles to become active, and her nematocysts might hurt someone. That won't surely make a very effective first impression.

Even then, most of the Droquilians on her side of the glass would steer clear of her tentacles, either looking at them in fear or in annoyance, possibly both. Uruna would've taken the chance to tell them she can control her tentacles, but she's sure no one would even touch them even if they got paid to do so.

She held her 'bottle' using two hands and punctured a hole on it with her teeth so she could suck and drink it. It was very refreshing indeed, and she eagerly drank all of it. "Mmm... Oh don't mind me, I don't drink alcohol but thank you for being thoughtful! You guys drink to your heart's content," she told the orange-haired lady.

Then she turned to Captain Weaver. "They're right, Captain. Giving off a speech in front of an audience is indeed nerve-wracking, but we will be here to support you."
In Avalia 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hey y'all! I would really love to join your rp. Just a question: are all of our characters the protagonists of the story? Can I make a villain that's aligned with the main antagonist or should I just make another good guy as well?
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Too lewd!


Uruna: Humans are so annoyingly conservative -_-
So I posted... and idk if it made sense, especially with the glass wall part xD I imagined the location looked like this lavish banquet hall surrounded by glass with the Droquilians swimming by like an aquarium. Let me know if y'all are confused about something and I'll gladly change it ^u^

Also if y'all are confused about the edible water bottle thing, you can check out this article about it -> surfertoday.com/environment/what-are-…
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Uruna floated by, wandering around the party silently and only keeping to herself. All the members of the Trident were present at the moment, and the Quirinian was shocked to see so many of them all at once. She couldn't even recognize a single face so she was currently floating in a sea of unfamiliar faces, literally. She wished Ommo, the cutest turtle in the whole entire world and her best friend forever, was here but she left him back at the safety of their quarters because he didn't like large crowds. Every minute that passed by made Uruna wished she did the same as Ommo.

Music and laughter filled the whole HQ as members of the Trident, both young and old, talk and catch up with one another. Those who couldn't walk and/or breath on land like Uruna simply swam by through the raised glass pools that lined the walls which also connected to the outside. Some of Uruna's kin were at the several pools at the balcony area that have glass domes. Thanks to the marvelous technological advancement in their society, the glass didn't muffle any noise at all and people of all species, fins, and legs were able to communicate just as effectively as actually talking face-to-face. There were several others who wore land suits and mobile glass capsules so they could wander around on land. Uruna was given the chance to use one, but she felt safer in the comfort of the waters.

What she felt much uncomfortable with was the uniform. It did look sleek and classy, Uruna couldn't deny that, but she really liked it if she was... 'au naturel'. She hated using the term 'naked' because she believed that it was only natural for Droquilians not wearing anything at all. They were under the waters anyways, so why bother? The closest to a set of clothes that Uruna wanted to get to was a piece of kelp wrapped around her bare breasts because they were, according to some human males, 'too distracting'.

Still, she had to follow protocol. Maybe she was even over-thinking about it, seeing that most of her kin wore their prescribed uniform. Uruna kept on rubbing the sleeves as it still felt very strange against her body. Well, she'll get used to it eventually. After all, it was a very cool uniform.

Another cool thing for was the bar. On land, bartenders served drinks on glasses. Doing the same thing underwater will be obviously impossible so they had to improvise. Under water, the different types of drinks were all in each containers that have faucets. The bartender would simply turn a faucet and the preferred drink will come out in what humans liked to call as 'edible water bottles'. It looked like a bubble but it was more of a gelatin blob, allowing anyone to hold it without breaking the 'bottle'. They could peel the outer layer of the blob like a fruit and pop it in the mouth, or simply puncture a hole in the blob to suck the drink.

Speaking of the bar, Uruna just decided to get a drink from their and went against the glass to wait for the people that were supposed to give a speech. She was holding a 'bottle' that contained a non-alcoholic drink humans liked to call orange juice, and she was thinking about drinking from it when she heard people converse near her. She didn't realize a table was right against her side of the glass so she could easily hear what they're saying. It was a white-haired human woman being talked to by a smug-lookined Droquilian and another orange-haired woman.

Uruna used 'being talked to' instead of 'talking to' because it looked like the white-haired woman wasn't in the mood to talk at all. The orange-haired woman introduced herself as Izzy and called the other woman as captain. It was then Uruna realized that she was Captain Weaver Sinclair. She didn't know if they could see the Quirinian as she was floating right behind them so she lightly tapped at the glass to call their attention. "Um, hello! I am Uruna and I'm one of the newer members. It is very nice to meet you, Captain Sinclair," Uruna politely said before she bowed in respect to her. "You look troubled, Captain. How are you feeling?".
@Headhunter heya! happy birthday!!! sorry if I just posted my character today; college just started and I'm already stressing out xP

Just to be sure, is the current location of the group above ground? Will there be a place there for those like Uruna who can't walk and can't breath out of the water?
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