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I'M BACK IN BLAAACK
Well I guess RPG is more of a charcoally grey, but.
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Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave.
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
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I'M BACK IN BLAAACK
Well I guess RPG is more of a charcoally grey, but.
I'm back, everyone! How're we all doing?
Hey guys, I'm back and ready to rip roar. How's everyone holding up, still here?
Bad news folks, my internet is gonna be out for a while whilst I move house. But I'll see you guys on the other side, yeah? It shouldn't be more than a week.
See you then! Don't go disappearin' on me in the mean time.
See you then! Don't go disappearin' on me in the mean time.
No worries, it's just that the whole point of the team is that they're the reserves, the b team.
Alright, I've gotten to the point in my move where I'm gonna be without the web for a little while. Whilst I'm gone I'll be draftin' posts though. Feel free to keep posting in my absence, guys!
Alright, I've gotten to the point in my move where I'm gonna be without the web for a little while. Whilst I'm gone I'll be draftin' posts though. Feel free to keep posting in my absence, guys!
Thanks! Sorry again.
Hey guys, sorry about the absence as of late, I've been moving my stuff into a hotel room and tomorrow I'll be moving it into my new house. Whoo!
Jon, whilst your last post is perfectly good, the timing is a little poor. Lethe just demanded everyone stop wasting time, and FM's keen to get the plot ball rolling when she next gets the opportunity.
Is there any way it could be changed, so that this doesn't turn into another lengthy back and forth? The sentiments and venom can always be saved for later, after all.
Sorry to be trouble!
Jon, whilst your last post is perfectly good, the timing is a little poor. Lethe just demanded everyone stop wasting time, and FM's keen to get the plot ball rolling when she next gets the opportunity.
Is there any way it could be changed, so that this doesn't turn into another lengthy back and forth? The sentiments and venom can always be saved for later, after all.
Sorry to be trouble!
Scarifar the thread doesn't need bumping, we're still here we're just busy. I didn't make this roleplay for it to be a speed demon, it's casual, it's meant to be fun not a job.
I'm currently in the process of moving and so my posting speed is obviously going to suffer a bit: Companion just spent a week in another state and wasn't able to post, but is in the process of writing one.
I'm also looking for replacements for our AWOL writers.
I appreciate the enthusiasm, I really do. But relax, ain't no need to bother none.
Although whilst I'm on the topic of posts, I need to clear a few things up.
Darkwolf: You don't need to go back and edit anything just this once, but upon a re-read of the posts I noticed you referred to the Moderator outfit as a "business suit"?
For everyone's future reference, the Moderator's outfit looks more like a tight lyrca bodysuit, although the texture is a bit more coarse.
The outfits displayed on our example Modifiers? Those're your outfits.
And Scarifar, we're becoming very concerned that Michelle is far too competent to be in The B Team. Whether she misses her target by an inch is irrelevant if she's successful anyway, and her more recent rescue rings true the same.
Myself and Companion opted to excuse the first rescue because we reasoned, "She can be alright at shooting if she's pants at everything else", but now she knows parkour too, it's becoming steadily apparent that Michelle is way too skilled to have been lumped in with everyone else in B Team.
To recap:
Oliver got sucker punched by a virus, and when he caught Kira he slammed them both into a wall.
Kira got caught by the virus.
Malika got caught by the virus.
Juno has yet to make any attempts on the virus but presumably will not be making much impact herself.
Michelle has rescued two people and can apparently scale buildings with fair ease.
We need you to dial that back a bit, alright? The fight hasn't even fully started yet.
I'm currently in the process of moving and so my posting speed is obviously going to suffer a bit: Companion just spent a week in another state and wasn't able to post, but is in the process of writing one.
I'm also looking for replacements for our AWOL writers.
I appreciate the enthusiasm, I really do. But relax, ain't no need to bother none.
Although whilst I'm on the topic of posts, I need to clear a few things up.
Darkwolf: You don't need to go back and edit anything just this once, but upon a re-read of the posts I noticed you referred to the Moderator outfit as a "business suit"?
For everyone's future reference, the Moderator's outfit looks more like a tight lyrca bodysuit, although the texture is a bit more coarse.
The outfits displayed on our example Modifiers? Those're your outfits.
And Scarifar, we're becoming very concerned that Michelle is far too competent to be in The B Team. Whether she misses her target by an inch is irrelevant if she's successful anyway, and her more recent rescue rings true the same.
Myself and Companion opted to excuse the first rescue because we reasoned, "She can be alright at shooting if she's pants at everything else", but now she knows parkour too, it's becoming steadily apparent that Michelle is way too skilled to have been lumped in with everyone else in B Team.
To recap:
Oliver got sucker punched by a virus, and when he caught Kira he slammed them both into a wall.
Kira got caught by the virus.
Malika got caught by the virus.
Juno has yet to make any attempts on the virus but presumably will not be making much impact herself.
Michelle has rescued two people and can apparently scale buildings with fair ease.
We need you to dial that back a bit, alright? The fight hasn't even fully started yet.
Hey guys, sorry about a lack of posting, I had a post cued up that addressed Eva but with Vivid absent I've been drawing blanks for a replacement. Me and Blandy do have an omega collab arranged though, so Omega players should be wary that a part for them is coming up! The Runners I'm gonna have to stall somehow.
Zephyrus listened with soft eyes and empathetic nods as Felicia spoke, and followed her gaze closely as she scoped the party for its youth.
And he felt some pang deep within himself when he saw her smile, too: A sort of self-awareness that could be brought on by catching his reflection in anything but a mirror.
The smile of a person who had been hurt, and sealed themselves away as penance.
He knew that smile too well.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he spoke, both in reply to what she’d said, and- unbeknownst to her- what he’d seen, “But I don’t think there’s been any mistake.”
He took a moment to glance around, and take stock of their party: A series of misfits if ever he’d seen them, ranging from a creature of shadow, whom he had yet to speak with, to a common pickpocket he called “Brother.”
“I don’t imagine,” he began, after a few second’s consideration, “That there are many of us, who are ‘cut out’ for this… I don’t rightly believe that anybody ever is.”
He glanced over to Archer again, who was busily trying and failing to woo the disinterested mute who’d led them here- ”So, Griz, you’re very… long. Dammit, I mean…”- then returned his gaze to her.
“Heroes are not born, no bairn is destined for greatness. Heroes are made, built and shaped by experience… The Hero of Time could not achieve his goal before first walking this land in her entirety.”
He gestured to her blade with his left hand, “Just as one must put effort into learning, before they can wield a blade. Given time, given experience… you may find yourself a potent swordswoman.”
He motioned to his own guandao, as if to punctuate the point.
Then he offered another ill-rehearsed smile, “But first, you must try. Doing the right thing may not always make you happy… but it will make you great.”
He lingered on this point for a moment, before repeating Felicia’s earlier scoping of the crowd, in search of the children she’d been speaking of.
“As for the younglings… I share your concern. The potential for greatness is in all, but only time will cultivate it… and these children have not had enough.”
Instinctively, he tightened his scarf, as though it would somehow protect him from darker thoughts.
“I’m not sure what I can say, in regards to them… except that I will swear my life to their protection, should they choose to come.”
He threw another glance towards Archer, “We lost our youth. I would not wish it upon another in any lifetime.”
He stared pensively towards his sibling for a few long moments- ”You’re real pretty! I mean, I bet you are… kinda hard to tell. But…”- and then exhaled, and let loose some shaky, unfamiliar sound that might have been a chuckle.
“But look at me, imposing upon your attention with my own beliefs, when to you I am a nameless stranger.”
He stepped back, and bowed deeply, and respectfully, as one would expect of a servant to the royal family, “I am Zephyrus Anders.”
And he felt some pang deep within himself when he saw her smile, too: A sort of self-awareness that could be brought on by catching his reflection in anything but a mirror.
The smile of a person who had been hurt, and sealed themselves away as penance.
He knew that smile too well.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he spoke, both in reply to what she’d said, and- unbeknownst to her- what he’d seen, “But I don’t think there’s been any mistake.”
He took a moment to glance around, and take stock of their party: A series of misfits if ever he’d seen them, ranging from a creature of shadow, whom he had yet to speak with, to a common pickpocket he called “Brother.”
“I don’t imagine,” he began, after a few second’s consideration, “That there are many of us, who are ‘cut out’ for this… I don’t rightly believe that anybody ever is.”
He glanced over to Archer again, who was busily trying and failing to woo the disinterested mute who’d led them here- ”So, Griz, you’re very… long. Dammit, I mean…”- then returned his gaze to her.
“Heroes are not born, no bairn is destined for greatness. Heroes are made, built and shaped by experience… The Hero of Time could not achieve his goal before first walking this land in her entirety.”
He gestured to her blade with his left hand, “Just as one must put effort into learning, before they can wield a blade. Given time, given experience… you may find yourself a potent swordswoman.”
He motioned to his own guandao, as if to punctuate the point.
Then he offered another ill-rehearsed smile, “But first, you must try. Doing the right thing may not always make you happy… but it will make you great.”
He lingered on this point for a moment, before repeating Felicia’s earlier scoping of the crowd, in search of the children she’d been speaking of.
“As for the younglings… I share your concern. The potential for greatness is in all, but only time will cultivate it… and these children have not had enough.”
Instinctively, he tightened his scarf, as though it would somehow protect him from darker thoughts.
“I’m not sure what I can say, in regards to them… except that I will swear my life to their protection, should they choose to come.”
He threw another glance towards Archer, “We lost our youth. I would not wish it upon another in any lifetime.”
He stared pensively towards his sibling for a few long moments- ”You’re real pretty! I mean, I bet you are… kinda hard to tell. But…”- and then exhaled, and let loose some shaky, unfamiliar sound that might have been a chuckle.
“But look at me, imposing upon your attention with my own beliefs, when to you I am a nameless stranger.”
He stepped back, and bowed deeply, and respectfully, as one would expect of a servant to the royal family, “I am Zephyrus Anders.”
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