Fixed. Instead of making it into the cafe Bae and Cedar run into Miles on their way there. :D
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
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I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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@Polyphemus Your tailor should totally be Bae's grandma.
OH. and I thought that you were somewhere else. Let me amend my post.
OH. and I thought that you were somewhere else. Let me amend my post.
Bae
They had been on the beach all afternoon. They had come to watch the sunset, and watch the sunset is just what they did.
Bae and Cedar were stationed further down the shoreline from where Maren had cut herself and where Audrey had come down and where Sol had been surfing. They were too far away to see any of that happening. Or, perhaps it wasn’t that they were too distant, perhaps it was that they were too distracted by their own devices. It was their minds not their bodies that were far away.
Far away from people, alone, with only each other and nature, far enough so that others wouldn’t smell the herb as it wafted away from their place on the sand.
Cedar had brought a cheap ukulele and had been playing it before sunset. When the blue sky began to orange Cedar set down the guitar and began to make pictures in the sand. She drew patterns and sometimes wrote words, some were poetic, others strange messages to aliens that might be watching from overhead. The waves would wash it away, she would continue to draw not with her hands but with her toes, it was like she was dancing as she traced the lopsided mandala in the sand. Finally Cedar settled down next to her friend Bae as the sun vanished, lying on the sand with her eyes dull, watching the sky for the first stars.
Bae was at first frustrated by the amount of sand getting into her knitting, but as the sun set and the herb began to soothe her nerves, she didn’t care. Her mind was calmed and lost in the soft click of the needles as they ran against each other. The sun set and the scarf lengthened. Bae continued to knit in the dark, not needing her eyes, her hands were well practiced and her mind kept track of the knots and rows as she went.
Cedar was talking now.
“If you think about it, our class, it is a whole generation of survivors! Survivors! It is incredible, no one else can really know what that is like! It was a struggle to even be born, like, to exist! We didn't have normal childhoods... And no we have graduated!”
“Mmmm” Bae felt pleasantly lightheaded as she listened to her friend. She did not point out that Cedar was not a Greenbriar miracle-proper, as she had moved to Greenbriar her freshman year of high school... Semantics didn't seem important right now.
It was dark now. The stars and the moon gave everything a silvery outline, but nothing more. Cedar was a grey-scale figure in the sand outlined by moonlight. Bae knew she had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and that she was wearing a colorful cap that Bae herself had crocheted. She was surrounded by the lines she had dug up in the sand. She was a sand-angel.
Then Bae could see color and light… Confused, Bae looked up to the sky.
Cedar had seen the lights too. Who could miss them? They dominated the sky.
“It’s… It’s the lights!” Cedar was sitting up, eyes and mouth wide open.
Bae watched, saying nothing, mesmerized.
Cedar stood, jumping up and down. “It’s happening again! It’s happening again!” She couldn’t decide if she was happy to be a witness or terrified by what she was seeing. “We have got to do something!”
“But, what?” Bae was getting up more slowly, shoving the scarf and the needles into the basket she sat beside. There was a crackling noise as the scarf was squished against empty snack bags and a clink as the metal needles knocked against a marbled glass pipe.
Somewhere down the beach to their left, there was a bright white light over the water, and it shot up into the sky.
Cedar was already running. Bae barely got everything into the basket and she hobbled along after.
Cedar waited for Bae by the steps, and they kept pace as they climbed upward.
They got a bit side-tracked as they reached Beach Street, but, found another soul on the road near the cafe...
Miles.
“It’s happening again! The lights of the Greenbriar! Do you see them? Those bastards… It’s got to be the government!" Perhaps realizing she might sound crazy she began do amend her accusation. "Even if it’s not them, they knew something! They knew it could happen again! Haven't they been looking into it all this time?”
Bae was too dizzy to stand beside Cedar and rally the troops, and she felt anxious, the lights in the sky seemed a bit too bright and hurt her eyes, Cedar was drawing attention also made Bae unsettled. She sat on the side of the street and began to go through her bag, looking for her knitting. This was no time for knitting, but, holding on to something familiar would comfort her. She was amazed and confused by the lights in the sky.
She realized that they had abandoned the ukulele on the beach.
"We forgot your guitar." She told Cedar, then the pipe fell out of the bag and hit the cement with a sound that seemed disproportionately loud considering the small size of the pipe. Bae scrambled to pick it up under the table and bag it before Miles noticed. Hopefully Miles was looking at Cedar.
Cedar looked over her shoulder at Bae for a moment. The pipe was away and Bae held up a fist full of yarn, helpfully.
"What are you doing? This is no time for knitting! This is time for action!"
They had been on the beach all afternoon. They had come to watch the sunset, and watch the sunset is just what they did.
Bae and Cedar were stationed further down the shoreline from where Maren had cut herself and where Audrey had come down and where Sol had been surfing. They were too far away to see any of that happening. Or, perhaps it wasn’t that they were too distant, perhaps it was that they were too distracted by their own devices. It was their minds not their bodies that were far away.
Far away from people, alone, with only each other and nature, far enough so that others wouldn’t smell the herb as it wafted away from their place on the sand.
Cedar had brought a cheap ukulele and had been playing it before sunset. When the blue sky began to orange Cedar set down the guitar and began to make pictures in the sand. She drew patterns and sometimes wrote words, some were poetic, others strange messages to aliens that might be watching from overhead. The waves would wash it away, she would continue to draw not with her hands but with her toes, it was like she was dancing as she traced the lopsided mandala in the sand. Finally Cedar settled down next to her friend Bae as the sun vanished, lying on the sand with her eyes dull, watching the sky for the first stars.
Bae was at first frustrated by the amount of sand getting into her knitting, but as the sun set and the herb began to soothe her nerves, she didn’t care. Her mind was calmed and lost in the soft click of the needles as they ran against each other. The sun set and the scarf lengthened. Bae continued to knit in the dark, not needing her eyes, her hands were well practiced and her mind kept track of the knots and rows as she went.
Cedar was talking now.
“If you think about it, our class, it is a whole generation of survivors! Survivors! It is incredible, no one else can really know what that is like! It was a struggle to even be born, like, to exist! We didn't have normal childhoods... And no we have graduated!”
“Mmmm” Bae felt pleasantly lightheaded as she listened to her friend. She did not point out that Cedar was not a Greenbriar miracle-proper, as she had moved to Greenbriar her freshman year of high school... Semantics didn't seem important right now.
It was dark now. The stars and the moon gave everything a silvery outline, but nothing more. Cedar was a grey-scale figure in the sand outlined by moonlight. Bae knew she had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and that she was wearing a colorful cap that Bae herself had crocheted. She was surrounded by the lines she had dug up in the sand. She was a sand-angel.
Then Bae could see color and light… Confused, Bae looked up to the sky.
Cedar had seen the lights too. Who could miss them? They dominated the sky.
“It’s… It’s the lights!” Cedar was sitting up, eyes and mouth wide open.
Bae watched, saying nothing, mesmerized.
Cedar stood, jumping up and down. “It’s happening again! It’s happening again!” She couldn’t decide if she was happy to be a witness or terrified by what she was seeing. “We have got to do something!”
“But, what?” Bae was getting up more slowly, shoving the scarf and the needles into the basket she sat beside. There was a crackling noise as the scarf was squished against empty snack bags and a clink as the metal needles knocked against a marbled glass pipe.
Somewhere down the beach to their left, there was a bright white light over the water, and it shot up into the sky.
Cedar was already running. Bae barely got everything into the basket and she hobbled along after.
Cedar waited for Bae by the steps, and they kept pace as they climbed upward.
They got a bit side-tracked as they reached Beach Street, but, found another soul on the road near the cafe...
Miles.
“It’s happening again! The lights of the Greenbriar! Do you see them? Those bastards… It’s got to be the government!" Perhaps realizing she might sound crazy she began do amend her accusation. "Even if it’s not them, they knew something! They knew it could happen again! Haven't they been looking into it all this time?”
Bae was too dizzy to stand beside Cedar and rally the troops, and she felt anxious, the lights in the sky seemed a bit too bright and hurt her eyes, Cedar was drawing attention also made Bae unsettled. She sat on the side of the street and began to go through her bag, looking for her knitting. This was no time for knitting, but, holding on to something familiar would comfort her. She was amazed and confused by the lights in the sky.
She realized that they had abandoned the ukulele on the beach.
"We forgot your guitar." She told Cedar, then the pipe fell out of the bag and hit the cement with a sound that seemed disproportionately loud considering the small size of the pipe. Bae scrambled to pick it up under the table and bag it before Miles noticed. Hopefully Miles was looking at Cedar.
Cedar looked over her shoulder at Bae for a moment. The pipe was away and Bae held up a fist full of yarn, helpfully.
"What are you doing? This is no time for knitting! This is time for action!"
I vote anti machine!
I vote anti machine!
Also. Gonna post tonight. Should we all be going to the cafe?
Another idea.
Seeing as she loves her motor cycle sooooo much... her powers should be to make machines STOP working. Machines, computers, cell phones, even simple locks. BUSTED.
Early signs would be her motor cycle not working and her not being able to figure out why.
Maybe it's tied with her emotions some how? So eventually she could control it but at first it would be very frustrating.
Seeing as she loves her motor cycle sooooo much... her powers should be to make machines STOP working. Machines, computers, cell phones, even simple locks. BUSTED.
Early signs would be her motor cycle not working and her not being able to figure out why.
Maybe it's tied with her emotions some how? So eventually she could control it but at first it would be very frustrating.
What about the healing power, but she can pass the injury around. She can take it herself, or, store it and give it to, say, an enemy.
The catch is it has to go somewhere. This will explain why she maybe isn't tempted to go touring the world healing cancer and such (because it has to go somewhere) but in a battle it works? Maybe that is too inhibitive...? Could be done over a distance? A limit about how many wounds she can store and how long?
The catch is it has to go somewhere. This will explain why she maybe isn't tempted to go touring the world healing cancer and such (because it has to go somewhere) but in a battle it works? Maybe that is too inhibitive...? Could be done over a distance? A limit about how many wounds she can store and how long?
Updates have happened.
Let me know what you guys want on the front page for easy reference.
Speaking of which, if you have not already, put your character in the character tab ^_^ for my easy reference!
Let me know what you guys want on the front page for easy reference.
Speaking of which, if you have not already, put your character in the character tab ^_^ for my easy reference!
OMG I DON"T HAVE DZEL ON THE FRONT PAGE!
I left her out of a lot of literature actually...
OOPS
Title: Dame Dzel
Is a very young woman with dark skin, thick black hair in a halo around her head, and slender limbs. She looks like she would be 90lbs soaking wet. This is strange considering that she is listed as a battle specialist. You guys have not seen her in combat yet, but might have seen the roster and title somewhere. She does seem to have an incredible endurance, not complaining about the snow or the hike or showing fatigue as they climb up the mountain or in any training you guys have done she never asks for a break or to end.
Here are short descriptions of the other NPC's for good measure... I'll add them to the frontpage!
Dr. Twain - Team leader
Specialty: Medical Doctor, Necromancer, Occult Specialist.
Twain is the team leader. ***He appears to be in his mid to late 30’s. He has long chestnut hair streaked with silver. He is an outgoing and friendly man. He leads as a ‘buddy’ and has a very casual manner with his team. He often wears a sly and crooked grin. Speaks loudly and tells bad jokes. His trademark look is a long braid and a black vest that seems to have endless pockets inside and out.***
Zesiro - Communications Officer
Specialty: Communications, handyman, assistant to Twain.
***Zesiro is brother to Twain. He has the hunched shoulders and apathetic eye-roll of a boy in his late teens. He speaks with sarcasm and attitude. He wears a t-shirt and headphones at all times. You suspect he might be hired by trident as a favor to Twain rather than on the team as a favor to Twain, as he does not seem to have any special abilities nor does he seem enthusiastic about the job.***
Icarus - ***Doesn’t have a remarkable title***
Speciality: Muscle, tracking, wilderness survival, variety.
***Icarus is the most mysterious member of the team. He does not speak. He is covered in tattoos. These tattoos seem to be the source of his power. The tattoos on his body come alive, they jump out of his skin and into reality. When their work is done they jump back into his skin and become ink images once again. This guy might creep you out a bit. He does not speak, he doesn’t look at you… but his tattoos do. They seem to move, but it is only noticeable out of the corner of your eye. When you look directly at them, on his skin, they are perfectly still. Yet, when you look away the eyes of the drawings seem to follow you. Every time you look back, they are in a slightly different place than they were last time.***
I left her out of a lot of literature actually...
OOPS
Title: Dame Dzel
Is a very young woman with dark skin, thick black hair in a halo around her head, and slender limbs. She looks like she would be 90lbs soaking wet. This is strange considering that she is listed as a battle specialist. You guys have not seen her in combat yet, but might have seen the roster and title somewhere. She does seem to have an incredible endurance, not complaining about the snow or the hike or showing fatigue as they climb up the mountain or in any training you guys have done she never asks for a break or to end.
Here are short descriptions of the other NPC's for good measure... I'll add them to the frontpage!
Dr. Twain - Team leader
Specialty: Medical Doctor, Necromancer, Occult Specialist.
Twain is the team leader. ***He appears to be in his mid to late 30’s. He has long chestnut hair streaked with silver. He is an outgoing and friendly man. He leads as a ‘buddy’ and has a very casual manner with his team. He often wears a sly and crooked grin. Speaks loudly and tells bad jokes. His trademark look is a long braid and a black vest that seems to have endless pockets inside and out.***
Zesiro - Communications Officer
Specialty: Communications, handyman, assistant to Twain.
***Zesiro is brother to Twain. He has the hunched shoulders and apathetic eye-roll of a boy in his late teens. He speaks with sarcasm and attitude. He wears a t-shirt and headphones at all times. You suspect he might be hired by trident as a favor to Twain rather than on the team as a favor to Twain, as he does not seem to have any special abilities nor does he seem enthusiastic about the job.***
Icarus - ***Doesn’t have a remarkable title***
Speciality: Muscle, tracking, wilderness survival, variety.
***Icarus is the most mysterious member of the team. He does not speak. He is covered in tattoos. These tattoos seem to be the source of his power. The tattoos on his body come alive, they jump out of his skin and into reality. When their work is done they jump back into his skin and become ink images once again. This guy might creep you out a bit. He does not speak, he doesn’t look at you… but his tattoos do. They seem to move, but it is only noticeable out of the corner of your eye. When you look directly at them, on his skin, they are perfectly still. Yet, when you look away the eyes of the drawings seem to follow you. Every time you look back, they are in a slightly different place than they were last time.***
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