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Crimson Raven
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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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Kage
As she held herself there, suspensed between the great azure abyss of the ground and the emerald ocean of the sky, Kage became aware of a familiar sensation. It was a bit like having a stuffy nose, but the pressure was spread out more. She gradually became aware of how dizzy she felt. Then she began to see things and hear things. For example, she saw Delsin wander over to her and crouch down. Then she heared him start talking. She blinked at him in silence. Then he left.
Well that was strange.
Kage let her mind submit to the collectivly agreed on experience called reality once more. She fell backwards and stared up at what was now the sky again. What had he said to her again? Esoteric? What was that? Was it edible? Kage was pretty sure it wasn’t an insult. The poor man seemed to be trying to encourage her, though she didn’t feel very encouraged.
What was the point in communicating if you failed to make the other party understand what you meant?
“Ess...oh...ter...ick.” She told the tree next to her. It didn’t respond. Poor thing. It couldn’t communicate either.
These...S class trials seemed to be something important. Maybe she should take part? Its not like she had anything better to do. There was her search, but she had no new leads as of yet, and wandering around randomly hadn’t been working. She longed to be out there still searching. But it was a big world. Searching for one person in it was like...well...
Kage wished it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. At least she would know where the haystack was, and that said haystack actually had a needle in it. Oh and the needles generally don’t move and don’t resemble the hay.
Bah! She knew this. Why was she going over this again for the two hundred and twenty-seventh time? (She counted.)
Still, there were other ways to look. Maybe if...
Kage got to her feet. There was a gentle breeze blowing. The wind felt cool on her face. The wind? Oh. Somewhere along the way, her mask had slipped. She bent down and picked it up. Regarding it with a serious expression, she pointed a stern finger at it. “Don’t slip.” She admonished it. Then she pulled it on. She took a moment to straighten the rest of her apparel too, which was in a puzzling state of disarray.
Now she had to find a team to join. So the rules said. She was sure she could handle anything they could throw at her by herself, but others might need some help and she was nothing, if not helpful. Who to grace with her presence? She didn’t have any strong feelings toward or against any of the names on the list, so she quickly decided that she would join with the first leader she saw. That seemed faster and easier then weighing pros against cons and whatnot.
I’m one part busy, one part plotting. Brainstorming really, though not quite as involved. I’ll get something up by tonight. (Anytime in the next 6 hours or so)
Seems fine now
I made a terrible joke
I should be ashamed.
I should be ashamed.
Ferris Solidor
Things are Spiraling out of Control
Ferris is Amused
Situation Normal
Ferris is Amused
Situation Normal
Ferris laughed. It was a fully amused laugh that didn’t have a touch if sarcasm in it. Still smilling, he roughly clapped the big guy who spoke on the back with his metal arm. “No offense taken, I’d thought of those points just moments after I spoke, and they are fair ones. Your semblance I’d love to see in action, much of what I deal with is in mass and weights. Haing someone around who can tinker with such things can be useful indeed.” He turned to the next person who spoke, the red-headed lass, replying “I’ll do my best to not break the ball. However, if they are foolish enough to give hunters-in-training, some with extraordinary physical abilities, fragile equipment I can’t be held respons...ible...for... ” Ferris trailed off. Whatever he was going to say will forever go unsaid as one of his temporary teammates did a complete gender change, complete with a makeover, and chaos ensued.
One of Ferris’ eyebrows shot to his hairline. “A chameleon...” Well. That was a nice talent. Limited against Grimm, but against people, undeniably effective.
This was getting hysterical. He had to get his part in. “I think there is joke to be made here about how Sand gets everywhere.” He said, doing his part to entertain. “...aand I think I just made it.” He assumed a shit-eating grin.
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There
A somewhat meh post up.
I think I got all the mentions right...
A somewhat meh post up.
I think I got all the mentions right...
Ferris Solidor
With the professer’s “encouraging” shouting, Ferris manged to figure all this racket was going to make it hard to continue napping. He opened his eyes and got to his feet with a sigh. This was probably going to be a drag, but he was goons to pretend to care. Besides, this was football. Both versions were fun.
He received the instruction pamphlet that was passed out with a raised eyebrow and regarded it like one would a week-old banana peel. Shaking his head, he opened it and began to read.
The first page in and he was aghast.
This was...football? This was football. This was football?! Well what the hell. Another game to attach to the highly contested name football that has little to do with the foot and more to do with the ball. It seemed to Ferris that the game was closer to basketball then the other two common games with the moniker ‘football’.
But, there was no point in complaining about it. Ferris made sure to read it several times before folding it up tight and sticking it in a pocket. Out of the same pocket, he idly produced a bullet casing of all things and began to twirl it between his fingers. Frowning in thought as they picked teams, he considered ways to use his semblance to his team’s advantage during the game. Unfortunately, nothing outstanding came to mind. Whether this was because of his unfamiliarity with the game, or because it was not suited to this sort of thing, he wasn’t sure. He suspected it was a combination of both. His, and he assumed, everyone else’s, unfamiliarity with the rules was going to make coordinating difficult for both sides. That meant the match was probably going to come down to a combination of semblances and physical ability. Those who relied on skill with weapons were at a disadvantage here. Following that thought, since intense physical contact was probably going to be at a minimum, one could afford to be more free with their aura usage then usual. All that made the most important thing was to identify semblances quickly and devise stratagems to counter while trying to prevent the other team from doing the same, while also devising creative ways to use the given semblances on one team.
In an odd moment of self reflection, Ferris realized he had been putting quite a bit of thought into this silly little game.
He was still considering the problem by the time the teams were picked. He wandered over to join his team in the loose huddle, mildly releved to not be on the skins side. There were a few faces he recognized, but most of their names escaped him.
The other team had started stripping. Like any hot-blood male, Ferris noted the eye-candy. “I think the ladies of the other team have us men at a disadvantage.” He noted to no one in particular.
Right, strategy.
“Actually, Cap, I think I’d be more of use on offense.” Ferris spoke up in an apathetic voice. “Unlike Ahoge boy here, I am confident on my kicking and passing accuracy, and with my spare parts,” Ferris lifted his prosthetic leg and gesturing in a way that brought attention to his Gauntlet. “I have power to spare. However, before we actually get into that, introductions are more important. But instead of just your name, explain what your semblance can do. I believe that understanding and coordinating these will be the lynchpin of our victory. We can decide positions with more emphasis on that then physical ability.”
Of course, that would include explaining his own. Crud.
He hated trying to explain his semblance to other people because he almost always received blank stares in return. It wasn’t his fault it was so bloody complicated.
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<Snipped quote by Sho Minazuki>
I bet it would work
Well, in rp, Kage is waiting on nothing in particular.
I’m technically waiting on sawsaw, but with the holidays, I’m too busy/don’t want to post. This, I think, is the same with everyone else. After the holidays, I’m sure we will pick up again. I’m excited for this still.
I’m technically waiting on sawsaw, but with the holidays, I’m too busy/don’t want to post. This, I think, is the same with everyone else. After the holidays, I’m sure we will pick up again. I’m excited for this still.
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