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Recent Statuses

7 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
7 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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7 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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7 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
7 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

Most Recent Posts

@Leslie Hall Cool. Should I draft up something that basically says Gregory got in contact with Rosalina, they eventually arranged a time and place, and then Luna's arrival there?
@Expolar I started the collab back just after Mithera was first rescued.
@Leslie Hall Hey. I believe we just finished up the White Knights/ Black Stars arc and was wondering if you thought that the Luna/Rosalina meeting that was discussed between Rosalina and Gregory was collab worthy.
@Burthstone
Out of curiousity. How is your collab with Mithera going so far?


Pretty much okay. Only one person killed and only one permanent enemy of Phoenix Wing made so far.
Excuse me, miss @Caits? We would appreciate your presence in the Black Knights White Starts PM.

Thank you!
@Oblivion666ts okay ^.^

@Burthstonelooks cool!

You might need to refresh me on Mayt, and why he might decided to leave...


Mayt's asleep on the side of an overturned train that was blown up in a dark guild attack. As for the might decide to leave part, what do you mean? Like a while ago, when the whole council fight went on, or right now? Mayt's always going to be at least a little little apprehensive about being in Phoenix Wing.
I think that you did not finish, vietmyke-the sentence did not end.

You are up in the collab, Kendansa!

Rio and Tali, you may both continue writing what you do from there on your own.


You may find that mentions tend to be good at getting people's attentions. I would miss so many posts in the other RP I'm in without mentions, as they're typically too voluminous to sort through normally.

@Kendansa Hey, could you please take your turn in our collab?
So I went to a convention this past weekend and I got to commission a picture for only like... $20

I have to say it's probably the best spent $20 I've ever spent. *Points at avatar*

Anyway, hello people! I know I haven't been all that very active lately and I'm sorry, but school started so I can't really help that all that much.

Not that I have many characters that can go around and do anything right now anyway. I do anticipate that Jamie and Jarvis are going to make Mayt come back to the guild while his arm heals though, and if they don't then it'll be Mayt's decision, so at least he'll be around for the very end of the games.

Though Iron Enigma won't be.
@Burthstone I am sorry, I thought Imade a jarvis post >.<


It's fine Caits (Your avatar is all the adorables)
Mayt -- Middle of Nowhere
Foul Language Warning

Mayt grunted as he tried to pull the door to the front of the train open with his good arm, but it was stuck fast. After a few long moments of pulling on it mayt groaned and let go, stumbling back a few steps and gently pacing his hand over his right ribs. Damn that hurt.

"Need a little help getting that open?" The voice surprised Mayt so much that in his earnest to turn around and see who it was that had spoke he almost fell off the locomotive. It was a woman that seemed very familiar, though he couldn't quite place her, other than that she was one of the other survivors of the train.

"Yeah, would be appreciated. I figure they probably have a lacrima to tell the company they had a problem in there, hopefully it isn't broken like everything else that was on this train when it blew," Mayt replied, stepping to the edge and holding his hand down to help the woman up onto the side of the vehicle. She took it, though used it as little as possible to get up over the edge, knowing he was injured.

"I guess there may be a shred of decency in you," she would say as she approached the wedged door, looking down at it and trying to determine how they should get it open.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mayt demanded, furrowing his brow slightly.

"Remember when you killed that guy four or five hours ago?" she mentioned, before kicking the door near the handle. It practically flew open, and Mayt couldn't help but blush at his mistake. It had a handle, so he had just assumed it opened outward. At least he remembered where he recognized her from now.

"Oh, right, you were the woman who came to my room to yell at me about how much of a bad boy I was," he said semi-sarcastically, shoving his arm in his pocket.

"Indeed," she would laugh before climbing down into the locomotive, having to fall a few feet to the far side of the vehicle before beginning to look around. Mayt followed her only to the edge of the door. He realized that if he went down it would be an ordeal getting back up and out of there with a broken arm and damaged ribs.

"By the way, I never caught your name," he called down after her, decided to just carry on the conversation as if they weren't worried about dehydration.

[color=lightlblue]"Just call me Sam, Mayt. Ah, here is the lacrima you were talking about,"[/color] she would yell back in response to him, before disappearing from the small window of sight Mayt had through to door to approach the lacrima. He sighed inwardly and sat down with his legs hanging into the cab of the engine while he halfheartedly listened to Sam explain to the person on the other end of the lacrima what exactly the trouble they were experiencing was. Apparently, they didn't have very many protocols about terrorist attacks on trains in the middle of nowhere.

After what felt like hours, Sam finally finished with the conversation and Mayt had almost dozed off lying back against the cold metal of the train. Getting hit by a fireball then blown up really wore a person out. Especially after all the adrenaline finally stopped circulating into every ounce of one's being. Sam climbed back out of the train and headed off after only a few more short words with Mayt, determining he had all but decided that he was going to sleep where he was for the night. His dreams that night were troubled, to say the least.
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