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Crimson Raven
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STATUS: 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 4 yrs ago
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'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.
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Existence continues.
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So much I want to do, so little time...
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOTICE
Thank you for Noticing This Notice.
Your Noting it has been Noted.
And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.
Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.
In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ
(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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Will try and post when I’m home
If I don’t get sucked into dragon age
I won’t turn my Xbox on. I promise. Only to put Netflix on.
I owe you a post for Ferrin but I’ve having difficulty getting it out. -.-
I think we have several characters so close that everybody is waiting on somebody.
Its too quiet here.
Quick question to clarify things, are they limited to forming a group with only members of their own guild?
Well that was fun
Edit: Have I mentioned that Kage is a little odd?
Edit: Have I mentioned that Kage is a little odd?
Kage
After her, admittably interesting, conversation with Jack, Kage wandered outside. She had a couple of errands to run, but they would be quick. The reward from her last job had been quite heafty; she was going on a shopping spree. First, she headed to a tailor to have a few holes in her clothing mended, then to a cobbler to get a new pair of shoes, for her old ones had worn out. From there, she stopped by a book store and picked up some new books, then she wound her way back to the guild to pay rent for staying there. Why she didn’t do that first, was because she simply didn’t want to.
Now she found herself with both ample time and money. Then again, time was something she never found herself in short supply of. She wandered about the city, getting to know the layout, and checking anything that seemed mildly interesting. She was also curious as to why the whole town seemed to be wrapped up in the excitment for the upcoming S class trials. What was the big deal? She wondered.
Listening to people was a hobby of hers. Listening was different from listening. Then people lisened, they hear things. When people Listen, they understand things. While the difference was not immediately obvious, Kage found that when she Listened, life was generally more interesting. Listening is a knack. A knack that not many people seem to understand. It involves closing one’s mouth, and opening their mind. In her experience, people did the opposite. They open their mouths and close their minds.
Of course, if everyone Listened, then silence would be the only thing heard, redering Listening pointless. What a conundrum.
As Kage slipped around town like an errant shadow, she Listened. Most of what she heard was the usual small minded talk. What the waether would be like, who was cheating on who, old men complained about easy people had it these days and the general day to day talk of a town. But here and there were fragments of interesting information. A man who went missing a month ago, then showed up in the same clothing he disappeared in, completely unchanged, claiming he had only been out for minute. A supposed dragon sighting three hundred kilometers west of there, the candy shop off a cetain back street had the best sweets. Fascinating things, even the small minded talk. Every story was like a fragment of a larger Story, pieces to a infinite number of puzzles, that were in turn piece that fit into an infinite puzzle. Who is to say what all the pieces, once assembled, would look like? Kage supposed that it was not for her to know.
Presently, it seemed that a whole crowd of people were gathering in the center of town. Kage checked her shadow. It was about time for the announcement. Out of idle curiosity, she sidled towards the throng. On her way there, she noticed Guildmaster Arianna gliding through the sky. What would it be like to fly? She wondered. Why was man to crawl along the face of the ground? To experiment, Kage decided that she was walking along the fuzzy green roof of an endless blue abyss. She bent over and stood on her hands to hold on for dear life. What a amazing point of view. People walked on the green sky above, while birds fell sideways through the blue ground below. The whole sky seemed to funnel into the sun, as if anything that fell would be consumed by its heat. She swung that way to the edge of the upside down crowd, in the shadow of a great oak stalactite, so she would be within earshot. After all that effort, she didn’t want to miss anything terribly important.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem like it was. The guild masters made some announcements, amazingly unaware of the impending fall below them. The people cheered, and Kage watched a balloon have the sense to break loose and fall. The balloon, at least, knew which was was down. Unlike all the obvious people walking on the ceiling.
For the most part, I imagine that people will be needing to approach you to join your team (since, surprise surprise, all the other NPC teams will have spontaneously filled up), but if he feels like he needs specific people he's welcome to hunt them down. A reminder that as Delsin said, the team will need to be 'oversized' to be approved due to the nature of the S-Class jobs and the special nature of the tasks at hand.
For any characters without a team (or in fact a prospective team), get them to approach one of the guildmasters and they'll ensure you find your way into one of the two teams. Once the teams are sorted I'll post up the jobs that each team can choose to do, at which point we can start out on our adventures!
If you don’t mind, could you have Delsin approach Kage about competing in the S-class trials? As she is now, she doesn’t have strong reason to enter.
But if the Guildmaster came to her and encouraged her...
Well, that would change things.
On that note, I’ll get a post up to place her soon.
... ok, yeah, this wasn't what I was exactly expecting xD
In any case, I'm going to broach this topic again for everyone here - what's everyones consensus on having our own private chat for this rp? I mean like for skype or discord.
Do you all prefer if we keep it to ooc, skype, or discord? Reasons why, and so on.
I like discord, its easy to hop on, I have quite a few RPs on it already and it suffices for quick question or just general chatter.
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