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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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Danyel
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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.
4 yrs ago
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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Udon. Ugh. The kitsune let that comment roll off. Your assistance is appreciated, She held as much dignity as possible while being picked up and handled like a common cat. She eyed the distance and convinced herself that a word with the Dragon Queen would be worth it.
But do take good care in your aim.
Then she was launched upward with a powerful, but surprisingly gentle tunnel of wind.
Flying was exhilarating, as it always was. She soared through the air at a speed that even the fastest creatures of the sky could only envy. The wind parted her fur and ticked her ears. As she zipped right passed a hovering Aerial Diver, a thought crossed her mind. Heavens only knew what the MFF would make of this. She let out chittering laugh.
Fortunately, Yeshua's aim was true. She began to lose speed just as she reached the Queen's imposing form. Before she completely lost speed and plummeted, she managed to hook her small claws into the Queen's leg. With supernatural agility, the small fox quickly scaled the Dragon Queen's comparatively humongous form to sit on her shoulder, where she nonchalantly started grooming her fur. She brushed the Dragon Queen's mind with a playful thought. Hello, your Highness. It is a pleasure to meet you.
@Crimson Raven
My bad. You kept alluding they knew each other so I rolled with it. Give me a sec to edit that out.
No problemo. My fault, really.
Looking back, I should have done some laying out of my thoughts in a PM or something.
But there really isn't much to it.
Miko, in fox form, found Yeshua sometime when she first arrived, as asked/told her not to make trouble or she'll have to deal with a very angry Kitsune.
Other than that, she was left alone.
If this is okay with you. Again, I should have asked first.
@Lonewolf685
Yeshua wouldn't know about her alternate identity. She specifically takes steps to avoid this.
Yeshua wouldn't know about her alternate identity. She specifically takes steps to avoid this.
Sorry the post took so long. Lost wifi for a bit and life ate my time.
Been a struggle.
Been a struggle.
The red and white fox dropped her veil as she caught up with the other kaiju. She tried to keep from rolling her eyes at Yeshua's scatterbrained response. Not a priestess, silly girl. Kitsune. We've met, remember? And I specifically asked you to not make trouble for the humans. But that is neither here nor there in this moment. She scratched an itch behind an ear. I only need a little wind power. I'm aiming to have something of an audience with the Dragon Queen over there. She swiveled her head to look in that direction. But I would like to do it covertly and, even transforming, flying isn't my forte. I just need a strong gust in that direction and I would greatly appreciate it. Not to mention spare you the haranguing you deserve for transforming in the middle of the city. Hmph. It was true, sadly. She could become a bird, true, but she didn't have the instincts of a bird. Flying fast and hard enough to catch up with Queenie would be too difficult for her.
Did thing. Does flip
It's a long shot, but I don't mind if this turns into nothing.
It's a long shot, but I don't mind if this turns into nothing.
Akane Yurei
Direct interaction with @Lmpkio and @Lonewolf685. Honorable mentions go to @Flood and @KoL
Yeshua was safe, but now they had unexpected guest appearance from a new actor.
Dragon Queen. Even Akane didn't know her real name. Her motives, much like her name, were a mystery. Her few appearances were far too intentional to be the work of a rampaging kaiju, combined with her control spoke to an intelligence and purpose. Yet she didn't seem to be doing anything but randomly showing up, smashing a random mountain or two and leaving.
So what the hell did she want?
"Impossible..." she breathed under her teeth as her fists clenched with silent anxiety, "Of all the kaiju reinforcements, I expected to come... why did SHE of all creatures have to show up?"
Akane let out a long, slow whistle as she watched Queenie swoop in and demolish a building. "Ack. This bitch again?" She glanced aside at the commander. "'scuse my language." She added, sheepishly.
Then it was a flurry of conversation and motion as she talked with support staff and gave orders, organizing the troops for this new threat and to locate the ones sent flying from Yeshua. One in particular, who had been drawn in and seemed to have vanished. Utena, a human that Akane personally liked for her nonviolent approach. She had been given Akane's full support and was a useful pawn. The kitsune hoped she was okay, but there was little she could do now. She watched as Amano, the reckless brave soul, tried to hit Queenie with an all-out blast. Though impressive, she was able to counter it and all it did was piss the kaiju off. Akane had a few words with a close aid, preparing her next move.
Already an idea was forming in the kitsune's head. All she needed was an opening. The right excuse.
"Ready our defenses and prepare for possible engagement with the kaiju.", the Commander's voice declared before turning to Miss Yurei, "Dispatch our rescue division. We need to retrieve First Lieutenant Koji and any other units who may still be trapped down there. The fight seems to have only just begun."
"Waaaay ahead of you, chief. They are on their way." She replied cheerfully. She had her mask in one hand and katana in the other and was heading toward the door. She stopped to address the commander. "I'm going into the field myself. I'm the best damn scout we got, this is a prime opportunity to examine Queenie up close and personal. Not everyday I see such a rare creature and I hate second hand reports." She laughed merrily as she started walking again. "I can look for survivors and wayward troops while I'm at it. Don't try to stop me." She looked over her shoulder and grinned. "It's never worked in the past nor will it ever."
She pulled the mask down over her face and with a shimmer, vanished from sight.
As soon as she was invisible, Mako shifted her form into a that of a small fox and broke into a run. She zipped through the halls with incredible speed, yet quiet as a mouse, leaving no one the wiser. The only thing marking her passage were doors that would mysteriously open and shut on their own. Still, she limited her speed to roughly that of a fast human. The illusion had to be maintained after all, it would be strange if her path was too fast. That was until she was out of the bunker that served as headquarters and into the open. There, she really opened up the throttle.
But, even as she ran with the speed only a kaiju could produce, she watched in growing desperation as Queenie began to ascend. Sadly, full flight was not on her extensive list of superpowers. If Queenie got bored and left, she would be unable to pursue without aid.
Already not far from headquarters, she reached the original site of Yeshua's appearance in a little more minute. Where she found Utena, safe, and looking...starstruck? She was radiating such powerful emotion that even at a distance, Mako picked it up easily: Love. Or maybe Lust. It was hard to tell between the two sometimes and sometimes, there wasn't a difference. She also noticed the presence of a second MFF member nearby. Something odd had clearly happened. Well, no matter, Utena would be useful. She weaved closer to the girl, still invisible and sneaky as a fox. The girl's thoughts were powerful and clear as a bell. The kitsune mentally laughed at her interpretation of what had transpired between the two. From her thoughts, Mako was able to glean the direction in which Yeshua had gone. Using rubble and collapsed masonry, Mako began scaling buildings and rubble with ease, gaining elevation. She could either try to find Yeshua and enlist her help, or the more risky option was to contact the MFF and try to get a boost. But Queenie was already nearly above the clouds. By the time she found either, it may be too late. Still, she had to try. It was that or jump or let this prize slip from her grasp.
She could just faintly feel Yeshua's mind somewhere ahead of her, moving fast, maybe even faster than she was. She sent a mental signal as loud as she could, aimed in that direction, Yeshua! She called. It's Mako, the Kitsune! I need your help!
Whether or not she got through was entirely up to luck or, rather, fate.
@ladyonyx04
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Your last post is...troublesome.
Lexi is back at the docks, switched by Shig with Jot and definable out of any kind of earshot range. Therefore the conversation they had in your post couldn’t have happened in any way.
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Your last post is...troublesome.
Lexi is back at the docks, switched by Shig with Jot and definable out of any kind of earshot range. Therefore the conversation they had in your post couldn’t have happened in any way.
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