Edit: Oh my god Zeph, so cereal.
Archer: :'D why me
Zephyrus: :I why me
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STATUS: "Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police." 9 yrs ago
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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!
Most Recent Posts
Archer: :'D why me
Zephyrus: :I why me
@Baklava@Furia@Captain Jenno Gonna post the sucka! ANY LAST REQUESTS~
Hey hey! Sorry to be a pain but I added a few things. Didn't have much chance to over the season, sorry about that.
Middle tunnel squad alright with me starting a pad tonight?
@Captain Jenno @Furia @Baklava
I have a titanpad I like to recycle, we can do the thing here!
This thing
Grand! It's 7am here so I should probably sleep but we should definitely get into this.
Awww Jennoooo! Noooo! </3 Sorry man! Hope some of that ish is recyclable!
I don't think any pads have been made yet?
Most of it was convo between Zeph and Archer, no sweat! I'll tack it onto the top of my next post towards a team.
Alright you guys! You've got twenty keese incoming and you've got your team assignments!
For your next posts, I'd like for all of you to do a little bit of collaborating with your teammates-- even if you feel that your character would be silent during the entire few minutes before the keese attack, please try to participate so others have the option of interacting with you. You can collaborate through PM here or using this nifty website I tend to use for collabs:
etherpad.net
Just create a pad for your team and share the link with everyone.
Any questions?
hAHAHAHA OF COURSE I SAW THIS BEFORE I POSTED I DON'T KNOW... WHAT ARE YOU EVEN IMPL...
Is there a pre-existing pad for Team Funny-Eyes and team Archer-And-Magus-Will-Argue-The-Whole-Goddamn-Trip yet?
This plan seemed swell by Archer, who frankly hadn’t heard anything further than "Go with Griz," and honestly didn’t need to anyway. He also liked being referred to as a ’fire mage’, as it rolled off of the tongue with so much more regality than ‘fire-throwing asshole’.
Zephyrus, however, seemed less enthused. Not to say he resented his team mates at all- although, he was a healthy amount of concerned about the presence of a skullkid- but he wasn’t entirely sure how much he trusted Archer in this, a sacred and terrible place to their mutual people, alone.
He spoke up after a brief, thoughtful silence.
“Actually... perhaps it’s best if-”
"Sorry Zeph, you heard her!”
“It’s just that…”
"Have you no faith?” Archer recited, theatrically, insulting monotone and all.
“It’s just that you clearly have no idea where we are. This is a place of evil, even the Sheikah don’t stray here.”
"Because you’re afraid?”
“Because we’re smart.”
That gave Archer a momentary pause.
"What did you guys… do, here?”
“I can’t… it’s not… I don’t know. But I can feel it in the air, this is not a place in which we are welcome. And for a Sheikah that is not an entirely new feeling, we are quick and nimble when we pass through danger. But you are…”
"Loud and heroic?”
“An idiot.”
Archer looked into Zephyrus’ eyes, and through the usual serene red he saw a shimmer of something new. Fear.
Enough talking back for the moment.
"I’m gonna be with Griz, I’ll just follow their lead.”
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”
"Hah, well I mean, I can promise all you want but I won’t keep it.”
“An idiot,” Zephyrus repeated. Archer gave him an awkward, appeasing smile, before Zephyrus finally relented. He sighed, begrudgingly, and the two exchanged a firm handshake, although Archer sensed Zephyrus wanted much more comfort than he was able to provide at the moment.
Archer didn’t do public manhugs. They were grown men, right? Grown men just sort of grunted at each other until one of them gave the other their respect.
Zephyrus watched on as Archer then drew away, and with the flicking of his wrist, conjured a ragged flame about his hand, which burnt fierce as he was able. The eye of the fire danced restlessly on his opened palm. He waggled his eyebrows at his brother, "I’m a fire mage!”
Then he began moving towards his assigned group, his enthusiasm towards his unwilling team mate overshadowing his natural instinct towards self preservation, even just for this instant.
"Anybody else cripplingly afraid of the dark?”, he asked, in jest Zephyrus prayed, before moving out of immediate earshot.
Zephyrus, however, seemed less enthused. Not to say he resented his team mates at all- although, he was a healthy amount of concerned about the presence of a skullkid- but he wasn’t entirely sure how much he trusted Archer in this, a sacred and terrible place to their mutual people, alone.
He spoke up after a brief, thoughtful silence.
“Actually... perhaps it’s best if-”
"Sorry Zeph, you heard her!”
“It’s just that…”
"Have you no faith?” Archer recited, theatrically, insulting monotone and all.
“It’s just that you clearly have no idea where we are. This is a place of evil, even the Sheikah don’t stray here.”
"Because you’re afraid?”
“Because we’re smart.”
That gave Archer a momentary pause.
"What did you guys… do, here?”
“I can’t… it’s not… I don’t know. But I can feel it in the air, this is not a place in which we are welcome. And for a Sheikah that is not an entirely new feeling, we are quick and nimble when we pass through danger. But you are…”
"Loud and heroic?”
“An idiot.”
Archer looked into Zephyrus’ eyes, and through the usual serene red he saw a shimmer of something new. Fear.
Enough talking back for the moment.
"I’m gonna be with Griz, I’ll just follow their lead.”
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”
"Hah, well I mean, I can promise all you want but I won’t keep it.”
“An idiot,” Zephyrus repeated. Archer gave him an awkward, appeasing smile, before Zephyrus finally relented. He sighed, begrudgingly, and the two exchanged a firm handshake, although Archer sensed Zephyrus wanted much more comfort than he was able to provide at the moment.
Archer didn’t do public manhugs. They were grown men, right? Grown men just sort of grunted at each other until one of them gave the other their respect.
Zephyrus watched on as Archer then drew away, and with the flicking of his wrist, conjured a ragged flame about his hand, which burnt fierce as he was able. The eye of the fire danced restlessly on his opened palm. He waggled his eyebrows at his brother, "I’m a fire mage!”
Then he began moving towards his assigned group, his enthusiasm towards his unwilling team mate overshadowing his natural instinct towards self preservation, even just for this instant.
"Anybody else cripplingly afraid of the dark?”, he asked, in jest Zephyrus prayed, before moving out of immediate earshot.
@Captain Jenno so hes going with team spooks and kooks? Lev magus etc?
Griz, team Begrudging Sheikah is go.
Also, sorry for radio silence - WiFi was cut off after a dispute with the ISP so I was rationing my data carefully. All sorted now.
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