@knighthawk
Yeah, though I think I was on my phone when I posted that, sorry.
Yeah, though I think I was on my phone when I posted that, sorry.
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STATUS: Seatbelts are for pussies. God is for cowards. Death is forever. Drugs are for numbing yourself to the horror of eternity Arbys is for lunch 8 yrs ago
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Seatbelts are for pussies. God is for cowards. Death is forever. Drugs are for numbing yourself to the horror of eternity Arbys is for lunch
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8 yrs ago
Why is one responding to me? ;_;
8 yrs ago
That sad moment when you realize that you can rp really mentally fucked up people despite being relatively well adjusted. Does it make me really empathetic or am I just really good at research?
8 yrs ago
I'm going silent for the next week, if I don't reply to anything it's because of that.
8 yrs ago
Statistically, no one loves you. No one has even ever heard of you. Enjoy Arbys, you completely irrelevant turd
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@shagranoz
Frederick let out another sigh of relief as the healer left his side, heading towards the door. Despite the racket behind him, the half-elf turned to face the undead being on his other side. His right arm twitched slightly to draw his sword, only for the Witch Hunter to remamber that he had left his sword and buckler at the door, on the behest of the innkeeper. Growling slightly, Frederick glared down at the girl in front on him.
"What manner of being are you?" Asked Frederick as his left hand rose to finger his three necklaces, a worn gold off- center cross, a sapphire butterfly and an iron medallion the size of his thumb, "Your presence feels like that of an undead, yet the sensation is... off. The coldness that radiates from you is familiar, but there is another force there as well."
The half-elf paused and pursed his lips before continuing, "Nowhere in the archives of the Order has there been a report of the aura you give off. You are too coordinated and aware to be a Risen, lack the iron tang that permeates the vampires, nor do you have the screaming hell pit Liches call an aura." Frederick paused again, before growling "So. What. Are. You?"
Frederick let out another sigh of relief as the healer left his side, heading towards the door. Despite the racket behind him, the half-elf turned to face the undead being on his other side. His right arm twitched slightly to draw his sword, only for the Witch Hunter to remamber that he had left his sword and buckler at the door, on the behest of the innkeeper. Growling slightly, Frederick glared down at the girl in front on him.
"What manner of being are you?" Asked Frederick as his left hand rose to finger his three necklaces, a worn gold off- center cross, a sapphire butterfly and an iron medallion the size of his thumb, "Your presence feels like that of an undead, yet the sensation is... off. The coldness that radiates from you is familiar, but there is another force there as well."
The half-elf paused and pursed his lips before continuing, "Nowhere in the archives of the Order has there been a report of the aura you give off. You are too coordinated and aware to be a Risen, lack the iron tang that permeates the vampires, nor do you have the screaming hell pit Liches call an aura." Frederick paused again, before growling "So. What. Are. You?"
@Happy Go Lucky
Uh, how tall is your character? It's kinda hard to write interactions when I can't differentiate.
Uh, how tall is your character? It's kinda hard to write interactions when I can't differentiate.
@beyond visions
Obviously, we hijack the Nomad and make it into our new ship.
Obviously, we hijack the Nomad and make it into our new ship.
Two things drew Frederick from his reverie, two strange, yet familiar forces acting on his senses. The first sensation was the the man next to him mumbling something that the half-elf didn't quite catch. A moment afterwards, a bright light entered his periphery, and a warm sensation spread through his body, mending the lacerations on his back, arms, chest and legs. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he turned his head to his healer while still leaning on the bar. Noting the healer's commands to stay still, Frederick puzzled as to how the man was using his magic, when the magus himself could barely conjure a flame.
Turning his thoughts inwards, he mulled over the second sensation. His training as a Witch Hunter and Magus of the Order had imparted him the ability to sense the identity of unnatural beings. Demons gave off a terrifying aura, one that seemed to be created from a miasma of tortured screams and blasphemous chants, the undead gave off a cold aura, as if they were missing something, a spark of light and warmth. And it was that feeling of wrongness that Frederick felt, but at the same time it was... different. Like the healing magic being performed on him, it subtly different, like smelling a mother's soup, only prepared by another. Tantalizingly familiar, yet maddeningly different.
He felt the wrongness coming from behind him, at one of the tables situated around the inn's dining floor. Due to his position, he couldn't see the undead being, placing himself at a disadvantage. Deciding to take a risk, the half-elf pulsed the room with his magical aura, a mixture of magical and holy energies. The pulse was little more than a faint ring of distortion, a slight mirage emanating from his body. It was colorless and soundless, though it would be felt by all beings it came into contact with.
Turning his thoughts inwards, he mulled over the second sensation. His training as a Witch Hunter and Magus of the Order had imparted him the ability to sense the identity of unnatural beings. Demons gave off a terrifying aura, one that seemed to be created from a miasma of tortured screams and blasphemous chants, the undead gave off a cold aura, as if they were missing something, a spark of light and warmth. And it was that feeling of wrongness that Frederick felt, but at the same time it was... different. Like the healing magic being performed on him, it subtly different, like smelling a mother's soup, only prepared by another. Tantalizingly familiar, yet maddeningly different.
He felt the wrongness coming from behind him, at one of the tables situated around the inn's dining floor. Due to his position, he couldn't see the undead being, placing himself at a disadvantage. Deciding to take a risk, the half-elf pulsed the room with his magical aura, a mixture of magical and holy energies. The pulse was little more than a faint ring of distortion, a slight mirage emanating from his body. It was colorless and soundless, though it would be felt by all beings it came into contact with.
@knighthawk
uh, your image is broken.
uh, your image is broken.
I've been RPing on here for a while now, so not really.
Still considering my options on both sides. Though I've only had one person approach me about Saber. ^^;
Honestly, I'm fine with almost any servant, 'cept maybe Berserker based on what I've gleaned.
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A traumatized, crippled murder nun
Yeah! A cynical, traumatized former Exorcist who murdered-deathed a small village and her best friend and mentor, only to have her lower legs swapped for magic circuits by the being that fucked her over.
Also most of you are from tvtropes right?
I have an account, but it's pretty recent. If your referring to Fate Oath Alternative, no I was not part of it, but I've read some of the CSes.
So which servant do you guys think fits a traumatized, crippled murder nun?
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