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Tell them both that you'll be making decisions on the character, and that your word is law.
Finding a balance between this, and being a dictator, is the crux of any good leadership. Good luck!
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Finding a balance between this, and being a dictator, is the crux of any good leadership. Good luck!
Sorry it took so long, but post is up. Have at it, Sep.
A sense of foreboding.
That's what it felt like, when Jerek could finally put his finger on it. Its tendrils had crept slowly up the back of his neck during the course of the conversation, and wrapped around his shivering spine. Jerek had taken notice then, he didn't have to be a Jedi to feel that something about the room was just off.
The youth sent his thoughts out to the room, and he quickly regretted it. Touching the minds of the bar's patrons was like walking through muck, each step threatening to suck his boots, and the rest of him, down inside its vile abode. The patrons were numerous and moved frequently, making it difficult to track them all. Nonetheless, the boy reached the point at which he felt he had sensed everyone in the bar. Even between the violent beings, mercenaries, murderers and bounty hunters, Jerek could not find anyone whose presence made him so uneasy.
And yet, the pit at the bottom of his stomach had only grown bigger. Now it felt like a hole, draining his very life out.
As the conversation continued, Jerek just could not shake the feeling of unease. It certainly didn't help when Erin announced, however softly she tried, that they were Jedi. That made the sandy-haired boy draw in a breath, wondering if this was his feeling. Was Erin's admission about to get them all killed?
The boy didn't have much time to think about that as he was flung across the room like a ragdoll, hitting —oomph— the back of several chairs whose occupants had just vacated, streaming towards the door like the rest of the bar. Picking himself up, he spied three Shistavanen mercenaries, their blasters aimed point-blank at his master. Before he could act, one was down, but Vor'loch's victory had prompted the rest of the bar to step in. The Noghri's lightwhip couldn't take them all out.
Jerek didn't wait to be told otherwise, he made a beeline for the door, hot on the heels of the kid who had made googly eyes at Erin. A stroke of heat coursed through his body as the thought passed, but the youth didn't have time to pay attention to it. He was tugged forcefully to the floor, a stream of red-hot laser bolts passing just inches from his face, nestling themselves into the wall behind where he had been standing. Looking up, the youth found himself staring into the brown eyes of Erin's face.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the only word that tumbled out was, "Thanks."
The sandy-haired boy sprang alert by the sound of blaster bolts hitting the bar counter that served as their cover. The air, already heavy before the firefight, was growing thick with smoke. Jerek coughed with the effort of breathing. Above the bar, he could hear the fight getting worse, the tavern sounded even more crowded now than it had been when they'd arrived. Turning to Erin, Kolin and the mercenary, the padawan hastily remarked, his voice almost a shout over the chaos of the battle, "We don't have time to make a plan. We need to get out of here now!"
That's what it felt like, when Jerek could finally put his finger on it. Its tendrils had crept slowly up the back of his neck during the course of the conversation, and wrapped around his shivering spine. Jerek had taken notice then, he didn't have to be a Jedi to feel that something about the room was just off.
The youth sent his thoughts out to the room, and he quickly regretted it. Touching the minds of the bar's patrons was like walking through muck, each step threatening to suck his boots, and the rest of him, down inside its vile abode. The patrons were numerous and moved frequently, making it difficult to track them all. Nonetheless, the boy reached the point at which he felt he had sensed everyone in the bar. Even between the violent beings, mercenaries, murderers and bounty hunters, Jerek could not find anyone whose presence made him so uneasy.
And yet, the pit at the bottom of his stomach had only grown bigger. Now it felt like a hole, draining his very life out.
As the conversation continued, Jerek just could not shake the feeling of unease. It certainly didn't help when Erin announced, however softly she tried, that they were Jedi. That made the sandy-haired boy draw in a breath, wondering if this was his feeling. Was Erin's admission about to get them all killed?
The boy didn't have much time to think about that as he was flung across the room like a ragdoll, hitting —oomph— the back of several chairs whose occupants had just vacated, streaming towards the door like the rest of the bar. Picking himself up, he spied three Shistavanen mercenaries, their blasters aimed point-blank at his master. Before he could act, one was down, but Vor'loch's victory had prompted the rest of the bar to step in. The Noghri's lightwhip couldn't take them all out.
Jerek didn't wait to be told otherwise, he made a beeline for the door, hot on the heels of the kid who had made googly eyes at Erin. A stroke of heat coursed through his body as the thought passed, but the youth didn't have time to pay attention to it. He was tugged forcefully to the floor, a stream of red-hot laser bolts passing just inches from his face, nestling themselves into the wall behind where he had been standing. Looking up, the youth found himself staring into the brown eyes of Erin's face.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the only word that tumbled out was, "Thanks."
The sandy-haired boy sprang alert by the sound of blaster bolts hitting the bar counter that served as their cover. The air, already heavy before the firefight, was growing thick with smoke. Jerek coughed with the effort of breathing. Above the bar, he could hear the fight getting worse, the tavern sounded even more crowded now than it had been when they'd arrived. Turning to Erin, Kolin and the mercenary, the padawan hastily remarked, his voice almost a shout over the chaos of the battle, "We don't have time to make a plan. We need to get out of here now!"
I'm hoping to get my post up tomorrow.
AmazinglyVivid said
A great post from DotCom! Keep 'em coming, my lovelies. :)Also, in case anyone was worried about it, the next thing Nierefiem will say will be a warning about not calling the police. The existence of cellphones are always something I forget about when placing Animorphs in the modern day.
That's why I had Theo turn his phone off.
Honestly, I would expect that the electromagnetic field of the ship would prevent our primitive communications systems from working properly. Aka, no signal.
Try things like "Play By Forum" or "Play By Board" instead of their acronyms.
Also, I've found that many of these sites advertise with each other (unlike the Guild, their ecosystem is pretty open) and you can usually use it to site-hop a few links to find something more appropriate if the first result isn't appealing.
Try also searching for a specific fandom, like "Star Wars roleplay" or "Harry Potter roleplay." That will likely lead you to these boards.
Finally, if using Google, be sure to add "-site:roleplayerguild.com" to the end of your search terms so that RPG doesn't come up in your results. You can add more pages to this ("-site:roleplayerguild.com,google.com") if lots of results are popping up for them.
Also, I've found that many of these sites advertise with each other (unlike the Guild, their ecosystem is pretty open) and you can usually use it to site-hop a few links to find something more appropriate if the first result isn't appealing.
Try also searching for a specific fandom, like "Star Wars roleplay" or "Harry Potter roleplay." That will likely lead you to these boards.
Finally, if using Google, be sure to add "-site:roleplayerguild.com" to the end of your search terms so that RPG doesn't come up in your results. You can add more pages to this ("-site:roleplayerguild.com,google.com") if lots of results are popping up for them.
natsumehack said
I don't agree, about good movies don't need sequels.
Unless they are originally written as a trilogy/multi-part movie, most good movies have terrible sequels.
Oh, yeah, some guy is in this one instead. Did I forget to tell you that?
natsumehack said
everyone in school, when i went to school was shocked I have never seen it, and all thought it was great.
Don't listen to them.
Lion King had a good companion movie in Lion King 1 1/2.
There should never have been a sequel attempted, much less made. Good movies don't need sequels.
As someone with a hearing loss, I have a particular bias when it comes to seeing characters portrayed with some kind of auditory disability. I have considered writing one before, and I know just how I would do it, but I have never really gotten to the point of wanting to. Probably because for me, RP is an escapist mechanism, and escaping into a character without a disability can be just as much of a refuge as escaping to a fantasy world or science fiction.
That said, I have seen disabled characters played well. One has to be careful not to blatantly offend those who might have those experiences, but it's also important to remember that there is still much discrimination and sometimes even hatred towards disabled persons still in our world. How that translates into the RP world depends on who is writing, and what the setting is, but the most successful characters with disabilities have always been those (for me, anyway) who tell the story of how they cope with an abled society right along with the rest of the RP's events.
It's also important to craft a character with a disability that fits the RP. Certain settings are going to make for poor quality RP if one's character has no way to move about, see, speak, hear/process language, read, or has a different set of social behaviors. In some cases, it may not be realistic to see a certain disability in a public character, those who did live in certain eras of history were shunned or hidden, or even left to die in infancy. If it's a modern day or future setting, the sky may be the limit, but for fantasy or historical settings you should be careful that your character will have ample RP opportunities.
That said, I have seen disabled characters played well. One has to be careful not to blatantly offend those who might have those experiences, but it's also important to remember that there is still much discrimination and sometimes even hatred towards disabled persons still in our world. How that translates into the RP world depends on who is writing, and what the setting is, but the most successful characters with disabilities have always been those (for me, anyway) who tell the story of how they cope with an abled society right along with the rest of the RP's events.
It's also important to craft a character with a disability that fits the RP. Certain settings are going to make for poor quality RP if one's character has no way to move about, see, speak, hear/process language, read, or has a different set of social behaviors. In some cases, it may not be realistic to see a certain disability in a public character, those who did live in certain eras of history were shunned or hidden, or even left to die in infancy. If it's a modern day or future setting, the sky may be the limit, but for fantasy or historical settings you should be careful that your character will have ample RP opportunities.
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