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Hello. I have seen your post in the IC thread, and I can tell just by looking here that you have already garnered some interest. If you are full now and haven't had a chance to update the main page that's cool, but if not I'd be interested in creating a CS and seeing how things go. But I do have a question - I see there are a lot of players and that this is an advanced RP, so I'm wondering what the average post rate would be? One a week, one every four days, one a day? That kind of thing. Cause though this is fascinating I know that with my work schedule and the other RP I'm in I won't have time to post daily.

Thank you for your time.
Pachamac said
Still, noted, and we'll aim for that with Danni's second.


Oh don't worry. I have plans. And schemes. And ideas. Muwhahahahahahaha!
Let me throw my opinion in here as well. I think that we have a very large cast, and sometimes that makes it hard to build relationships with each others characters since it is so large and frankly at times overwhelming. I'm not going to be helping this since I am bringing in a second character in my chapter, but I do think that there are ways to make it happen. Cause frankly, from Dylan's perspective, he doesn't really know Aria or Xan at all (though hopefully he can bond with Xan a bit after this scene) and Lute is just a mystery to him. Perhaps it's because this chapter has had strangely stop and go pacing, but I feel there needs to be a quiet moment where Xan, Aria, and Lute can reach out and forge the bonds that make Dylan care.

Don't make me care. Cause I do. But make the others IC care and want to travel with them. Am I making sense? I might not cause I'm still doped on cold medicine lol. I am feeling better so that's good.

Also, sorry to hear that Tae! Lord knows I've fucked up medical appointments in the past so don't feel too bad. Being an adult is definitely hard and not fun. XD

Looking forward to the next section!


Thaum? - Coliseum (Group A)

Dylan let out a whoop as his bolt struck true. Yes it was a pretty violent attack, but he was just hoping to cripple the bear enough to knock him down for good. He immediately lowered the crossbow, using his foot to hold the bow as he fumbled to put another bolt in place and cock the string.

"That was such a cheap shot!" The bear snarled. "I'm not like those frail adventurers, an arrow to the knee, it ain't gonna stop me."

A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he hurried to get the weapon ready, realizing what a bad idea this had been. Of course the bear was going to come for him - he shot first! And the bear had given up the slow walk, barreling towards him at all fours and knocking him down just has he had weapon ready.

"Fight me like a real man, up close and personal. A pretty face like yours deserves to be cut up, yes?

The beast was leaning over him muzzle in his face and snarling. Dylan knew that he couldn’t over power the creature, and that he couldn’t slip out. There was only one choice. “You gonna threaten me or actually do something?” He taunted, hoping his words would distract the bear as he reached for his weapon on the ground not far from him. The crossbow had landed just out of reach, and try as he might it was just inches past his fingertips.

Then, Xan came to his rescue, slamming the bear with her hammer-arm and sending him flying away. Xan pulled him up, and Dylan flashed her a quick smile. “Great work!” he cheered before dodging to the side. Rolling, Dylan seized the bow and came up on his knees, cradling the weapon in his arms and taking aim as the bear, dazed and wounded, turned back to face them.

With another deep breath, he squeezed the trigger and sent the bolt flying into the bear’s other knee. “Try charging me now!” he boasted. “Xan, finish it!”


Thaum? - Coliseum (Group A)

Help Xandra. That was something he could do. “I’ve got it,” he promised as he followed the women out of the cell, sizing up the large bear with his (or was it a her? How exactly did one tell that?) absurd hammer. “Hey,” he said with a grin to force some of his natural cheeriness on the others, “how impressed is Moira going to be when we tell her this story?”

Placing chalk to slate, he drew in quick, harsh movements, digging through his bag of tricks to find a way to help Xan. It didn’t appear that she needed a weapon or armor, and the bear was moving to slowly to make the grease-trap trick viable. No, they needed something else, something that could do real damage to the bear.

Letting his magic flow into his image, he felt the weight of a crossbow drop into his hand. It was a weapon he felt reasonable comfortable with - even with the slow reload time - since it did not require the same strength that a longbow did as well as being easier to aim. A quiver with bolts appeared at his waist as well and he quickly slid his slate back into his pocket.

Hoisting the crossbow up and into both hands, he took steady aim at the lumbering bear. With a deep breath and a sure eye, he let it fly right at the strange beast’s leg.
Hello everyone. Congrats on the grades, Tae! Enjoy your rest/evenings/morning/etc all!

I'm gonna get a post up now. It'll probably be short since I feel like shit and I just want to go to sleep but it's only 6 PM gahh.


Thaum? - Coliseum

Dylan blinked as awareness slowly returned to him. Lucy had dragged him into throwing fish at a fox, then the next thing he knew he had been falling...and falling...before landing hard. But how was that even possible? He had been on the ground and no where near a cliff?

“Selan! Dylan! Xan, Lute!” Estelle shouted. “Oh my gods, Selan…! It’s okay! C’mon!”

Turning his head back and forth, he was able to see that there was only a handful of them there. “Where are the others?” he asked as he got to feet, not bothering with the obvious question of How are we here? The others seemed to be coming around...except for...

“Is Selan okay?” Dylan rushed to Estelle’s side, ignoring the obvious strangeness of their cell. In fact, he was so absorbed by checking on his friend that he didn’t even notice their cage until in started to move and revealed the Coliseum. He pressed against the bars, trying to make sense of the situation. Of the wolves watching and cheering, of the promise of blood sport, and the fact that he was completely out of his depth.

Estelle was already arming herself, and Dylan pulled out this slate and chalk. Luckily, the rain was gone, and he could actually be useful. Across the way, the doors started to creep open, and Dylan prepared himself for the assault, his chalk posed to go. "Aislin," he prayed, "watch over us."
Hello all! Me next!


Outside Thaum

He was buried under a pile of fish - a pile of slick, flopping, smelly fish. “OH AISLIN GET THEM OFF OF ME!” Dylan screamed as he tried to claw his way through, but for each one that he shoved aside two more fell from the sky. Where were they all coming from? And why did they seem to be falling more intensely on him than the others? Finally giving up on climbing out he rolled over and crawled forward on his stomach, pushing past fishes and mud to freedom.

Once he was out from his own personal hell-hole, Dylan shoved himself to his feet and let the rain wash over him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he surveyed the damage, his nice clothing covered in a thick layer of fish slim and dirt. “Oh, that’s going to stain,” he muttered as he turned to see the rest of the battle - and the giant scissor wielding fox. And the treants. And the blobfish?

“Why?” he cried, and the universe responded by dropping a whale on Don. “That’s lovely,” he said dully, seeming to have lost all ability to be surprised.

He didn’t know what to do, the rain was coming too hard and too fast for him to draw in. He had no weapons, no skill, and at the moment no sane thoughts. So he did the only thing he could. Calmly, he approached the whale, leaned against it, and started to push. “Sorry buddy, but you’re on my bro and that just is not cool.” Putting all of his effort into it, he managed to just barely budge the whale before his footing gave out in the slick mud.

Sliding, his arms pinwheeled as he reached for anything to support him. He landed hard on his back, staring straight up into the sky as another fish fell on his face.
Hello all! Internet is back! Woo hoo thank the gods!

Sorry for missing yesterday. If you all don't mind I'll call next post.

EDIT: I think I enjoyed messing with Dylan a bit too much in that post (and it's been a while since I included any of his fashionista tendencies what??). Useless Dylan is useless, hehehehehe.
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