Eschatologist

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky

I presume this is taking place in Japan, based on the city name, correct?

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky

I'm interested in this, are y'all still looking for players?

Tverios: The Conquest

It is going to be rad.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

I could see myself being interested in this, sign me up.

Thinking about playing a paranoid /k/ommando who loved military school and has developed what he thinks is an appropriate desperate hatred of the mordrem.

Tverios: The Conquest

Claes will wear a frilly maid's outfit to bring pride and honor to her new God.

Tverios: The Conquest

There'll be a parade through Tolos, after it gets captured. Obviously, this will be on horseback, since you're part of the cavalry now. At the end of the parade, there'll be a high society ball, and there'll be nowhere to change. If you show up in last years dresses, let alone cuir boulli or whatever Myra wears, Oromis will have no choice but to exile you.

Brilliant plan.

Tverios: The Conquest

Well, there's my new challenge for this RP: try and get Myra in a dress and on a horse at the same time.

Tverios: The Conquest

Will do boss.

Also, I am really liking Claes having maximum sea-sickness. She hates boats so fucking much.

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

The Pianist stood, and gestured for you to leave. Her manner did not suggest there was a choice in the matter.

"Good luck, gentlemen. I hope I'll be seeing you again very soon.".

The rest of the establishment looked unbearably dull after the intimate meeting room, the greys of the walls more dull, the stale smell of beer and mushrooms all the more unpleasant after the strange scents of the Pianist's refuge. Your two companions hurried out, clearly not planning on working with you or each other. Perhaps they were trying to curry favor with the Pianist. Perhaps they just wanted the money for themselves. Either way, their haste was understandable, if not beneficial.

The barkeep nodded as you exited, and the door locked itself behind you as you step out into the dark and fog. The fact that you are underground is apparent again, and the oddness of the now-fewer passersby hammers the point home. The brown walls and the grey lanes stretch out in front of you, and you feel the slight tugging of destiny.

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

You know, I stopped because of work, but then I just forgot about this. Fuck yeah, let's do it.

I'll get a post up today.