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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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It’s not on any one person. But its like @Reflection said. It’s a string of ‘one-upping’ and the fact that power levels are not well defined. With RPs like this, I would personally prefer a common starting point, a definite starting stat, some restrictions as to what our characters can and cannot do. Having Conquer’s haki, or evening any haki, this early into an One Piece RP, having essentially unrestricted power with a devil fruit, and the fact that there are tons of different crews already, leads to a messy starting point.
Those are just my thoughts
I can't deny that. But I'll roll with it, as I've played RPs that went the other way and fizzled quickly. This one has one of the most IC posts yet.
Yeah, that makes sense. To be honest, everybody just kinda gets dragged into one thing, and it's a bunch of one upping.
Nah, don't start waving that shtick. That kind of thing is inevitable. For the most part, everyone is acting according to their characters, which is fantastic in itself.
@Killbox, I know things didn't go your way, but that's no reason to give up. Bounce back, play it off. RP, especially with other people, is all about 'Yes, and'. Something unexpected happens, go with it.
Personally, the best part about a story is character growth. Use this as a way to shape you character so he can him grow.
Edit: My favorite characters are ones that something unexpected or bad happened, and I had to play the character around it. But when I did, I thought 'Wow, this is way better.'
Personally, the best part about a story is character growth. Use this as a way to shape you character so he can him grow.
Edit: My favorite characters are ones that something unexpected or bad happened, and I had to play the character around it. But when I did, I thought 'Wow, this is way better.'
Akane watched Yashiro curiously as she worked. Some thirty years in the Force, and she knew little about this particular human, who had emerged to lead it. Her attempts to quietly find out more had come up empty. Even more interesting, the woman's mind was a iron fortress. It was possible most anyone to learn to shield their minds, but doing so took practice, dedication, and massive amounts of self-control. To do so constantly, never relaxing was...hng.
Ah-hem.
Amaro. Now there was a name that made her fur crawl. Lieutenant Amaro was a violent, dangerous MFF member, who was responsible for the death of several kaiju in the past. It wasn't their deaths that bothered her as much as it was the reckless destruction he left in his wake.
Her musing were interrupted by a shout. A massive tornado sprung into existence, temporarily blinding their monitors. Then, it vanished, taking Yeshua along with it.
The room erupted into outcries of shock, then a rapid series of multiple overlapping conversations as reports of damages came in and orders to find the GMG went out. Rescue operations to recover missing MFF members were underway too.
Meanwhile, Akane mentally let out a sigh of relief. Yeshua had come to her sensed and escaped. Well, almost escaped. She was probably on the ground somewhere. Maybe Akane could give her some more time...
She caught the commander's eye. "We should focus our search on the skies. The buildings are mostly intact, so she must have flown straight up and flown fast. Maybe even into the stratosphere, far enough to be out of range of our scanners, where she could also travel around the earth quicker. With speed like that she could be pretty far already, so we should widen our search perimeter more than usual."
Its magic, dammit
Ain't gotta explain shit /s
More seriously, OP does run on rule of cool
If it's cool, it works.
What's cooler then a person surfing on a wave of their own making?
Ain't gotta explain shit /s
More seriously, OP does run on rule of cool
If it's cool, it works.
What's cooler then a person surfing on a wave of their own making?
Balthier D. Sydney
Docks Direct Interaction with: @ladyonyx04@KillBox@King Cosmos@NachoBachoPacho@Reflection
Jōichirō's head exploded in a shower of light and blood. He fell to the ground, sword falling from his grasp. It reformed from the light a moment later, whole, but blood trickled from his scalp, his eyes glazed over. Quick as shadow, Balthier crossed the remaining distance and planted a heavy haki-infused foot on Jōichirō's chest, then pointed the pistol at his head. He glared death down at the man; his eyes, fiery red infernos, his pupils changing from round to slitted. Like a cat.
Or a dragon.
"Listen up and listen well. First, if you try anything, if you even blink, I will shoot your ass and kick you into the bay, sending your little fruit back into this world and you out it. Gods know why I haven't already, why I'm wasting my time monologuing to you. I guess I'm feeling merciful today. You failed because you focused so much on that girl that you neglected the unknown threat of yours truly. You failed because of your arrogance and you're mistaken belief in your invincibility. Even the most powerful fruit in the world is rendered powerless if it's holder is a fool. You failed because you. Are. A. Fool. If you want to become strong, if you want to avoid ever being helpless again, lose that arrogance, lose that foolishness. A man's greatest weapon is his mind. Train that before anything else."
But never forget this. If you ever," He pressed down with his foot, crushing Jōichirō's chest and sending cracks racing across the wood dock. "Cross Captain Black Dragon Sydney again, I will not give you the chance to regret it. Savvy?"
As soon as he was done with his speech, Jōichirō suddenly vanished. Beneath his foot was now the assassin, Lexi, who was both wet and steaming. Balthier blinked in surprise, his fearsome aura dispersing as quickly as it had appeared. He lifted up off her quickly. "Well there you are." He said, reaching out a hand to help her up. "Now what are you doing there?" He mused. Then it occurred to him. Shigeuchi's power.
He turned to the ship, far enough out now that one would have difficulty making out people. His sharp eyes, however, spotted Shigeuchi. He raised his pistol in a gesture of respect. That was one man he would have to be careful around. Lexi was safe, but now Caitlyn was still speeding recklessly toward the ship.
Balthier sighed. It was like herding cats. He turned his head and eyed the slightly broiled assassin. "Stay. Here. You are in no shape to fight. Worse, clearly, you didn't stand a chance against them. I'll go try to keep your captain from killing herself too." Even as he spoke, he placed the pistol back in it's pocket and began to pull off his coat. Beneath it he had no shirt, leaving his tattoo of a curling dragon on display. "Hold this, love." He told her, handing it off.
Unburdened, he stepped forward lightly and ran off the dock.
The marine would only see a black shadow, steak past him, the waves parting in it's wake from the speed of it's flight.
The only warning the Sun pirates got was the whistling of the wind before something suddenly slammed into their ship with incredible force, sending the vessel rocking and anyone who was still upright staggering. A sharper crack echoed across the water and the pirates could only watch in horror as the top half of their ship's main mast slowly toppled into the sea. Clinging to the ragged stump, blocking out the sun, was a creature out of legend. It lifted it's head and gave out an ear-shattering roar that compelled fear in even the bravest of men.
It was a dragon.
Balthier, in half-dragon form, released his grip on the broken mast and dropped to the deck below. It gave a horrid crunch as he hit and his claws sank into wood and iron with equal disdain. He turned his baleful gaze on the captain and first mate. "Stand down." He commanded. His voice, far from the melodious baritone it had been, was now the rumbling and grating of rocks grinding together. "That goes for you too, girl." His voice swelled, directed at Caitlyn. He turned toward Nikko and gave a precise bow. If the heat emanating from the captain bothered him, he didn't show it. "Only here to get the fool girl." He glanced up at the mast and bared his teeth in what could only loosely be called a grin. "Sorry about the mast." He stated, in a tone that said he clearly wasn't.
He stalked across the deck, tail swishing. He leaped on to the railing and with a powerful burst of wind from his wings, took flight. He intercepted Caitlyn midair, grabbing her arm with a haki-infused claw and lifting her a few feet. He craned his neck and growled in her ear. "This isn't a fight you can win. Your crewmember is in bad shape and it is your fault as captain. You picked this fight, you can end it. Back down. Now."
He released her and drifted back, letting her made her own choice. If she chose to fight, he wasn't going to help.
"When these people enter the water, not only can they not use their powers, they have trouble moving their bodies at all. They might be able to struggle a bit, but it wouldn't do much good. That's if their entire bodies are submerged in the "sea." With less than half the body or just the limbs, it gets easier."
I take this to mean if they are submerged, their powers go away. Partial submersion means a weakening of their powers and strength, which grows and wanes with how much is submerged. Ie just ankle-deep mean a small decrease.
So, yeah it does affect their powers but she would still be able to ride a wave.
I take this to mean if they are submerged, their powers go away. Partial submersion means a weakening of their powers and strength, which grows and wanes with how much is submerged. Ie just ankle-deep mean a small decrease.
So, yeah it does affect their powers but she would still be able to ride a wave.
Wiki can be an iffy source. No, mere contact with standing water does nothing. This doesn't really come up in the show, because no one can "stand" on water. What we do have is Brook, who can run on it, Luffy who can still stretch himself under the damn ocean, and we have example of devil-fruit users standing in ankle-deep water and still using powers. Notably, since nowhere in the show does this come up, we can infer that it doesn't work like that.
Submersion is where they lose their powers, and by correlation, strength. That's what we have lore-wise
Submersion is where they lose their powers, and by correlation, strength. That's what we have lore-wise
Hey @Lmpkio, what would my character know about Yashiro? She's probably worked with or under her closely for several years, so she must know something. Plus, she would be keeping a close eye on high ranking MFF members for obvious reasons. You've got TBA under her backstory, so I assume some of it is spoiler-y stuff.
In that case, shoot me a PM with anything you are willing to share.
In that case, shoot me a PM with anything you are willing to share.
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