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Current Been a while, but I'm back. Just moved and no social life in the new place yet so I'll probably be around a lot.
9 yrs ago
My cat has been found guilty of laptopicide, using my very own jar of ice water as a murder weapon. I'll be back as soon as I can. At most, I'm looking at about a month with no personal computer.
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9 yrs ago
Leaving town to visit my girlfriend, probably won't be around to post for a couple days. I'll be back in full by Wednesday.
9 yrs ago
Anyone else remember Code Lyoko?
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Finally got my wisdom teeth out. Probably won't be around much until I recover.

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"Sounds like fun, count me in."


Name: Russet "Russ" Vulpes

Aust managed not to frown as Annara played the incident off. Her smile seemed genuine enough and her words certainly went along with the expression, but they still didn't fall quite right on the elf's ears. Still, he wouldn't call her out on it. There was only so much he could do if she wasn't interested in opening up.

Mildly distracted by those thoughts, Annara's touch on his leg brought Aust back to the present with a slight jerk of his shoulders. Despite how often they shared far more intimate contact onstage, he still wasn't quite used to the casual touches out of character and it distracted him somewhat from the situation at hand. Her flirtatious comment caused warmth to rise in his neck and ears and he had a hell of a time trying to think of something to say before she made it too far for him to be heard. Unfortunately, Juna rode up before he managed to get his thoughts in order with news of what Lothren was dealing with.

"Aye, let's get this over with. No sense in being here any longer than we have to," he replied, guiding his mare with his knees to turn and follow the others. Even though the village was nearly deserted, he still wanted to keep both hands on his bow. It wouldn't be the first time some human thought they were being smart, launching a sneak attack after most of the action was over. Aust remained a few horse-lengths behind Annara, silently watching her and trusting his hearing to alert him to any possible ambush. Even with the harsh crackling of burning and breaking timbers and the occasional war cry, he was confident in his ability to pick out an untrained human's attempt at stealth.

As the group neared the sandstone hut, Aust could clearly hear the string of profanity issuing from below. As they closed with the doorway, Annara dismounted quickly and darted into the building. Concerned for her safety, and the possibility that Lothren might also be in danger, Aust slid from his saddle as well and started for the building after taking a moment to hang his bow and quiver from the horn of his saddle. The longbow would only hinder him in close quarters, and any shot he got off would be as likely to hit an ally as an enemy. Drawing his dagger from the sheath at his hip, he rushed through the door of the building several moments after the human woman.
In --- 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Morgan Selwyn


When Kiara all but fell onto the couch next to him, Morgan couldn't help the small smile that crept across his lips. For his part, the single gulp of whatever alcohol he had accidentally consumed was sitting warmly in the pit of his stomach and doing what little it could to loosen his tongue. For a moment he considered using his magic to neutralize the feeling, but that seemed to go against the spirit of the gathering. When the Faerie began to inquire about his drink, the warlock immediately rolled his eyes and warm blood started to creep up to his cheeks again. Of course she would expect him to loosen up a little more, and why shouldn't he? They were supposed to be among friends, right?

"Alright, alright, just give me a moment," he said in reply to her request, setting his cup on the table and wrapping his fingers around the base of it. As Morgan focused, the water began to stir as though he were tipping the cup the back and forth. It occurred to him that making some art for Kiara would leave him without a drink for the time being, and he wondered if that was her intent after all. He decided it didn't really matter all that much, a choice that came easily considering who was making the request. Taking a deep breath, the warlock turned all of his attention to the water and began shaping it with his will.

The water level within the glass started to fall as a portion of it rose up above the lip of the cup. There, the ball of liquid seemed to unfold, slowly taking the shape of a lotus flower. Even as the petals found their final shape, frost started to creep upwards from the bottom of the glass, cementing the stem of the flower to a base of ice and eventually lending the entirety of the small sculpture crystalline solidity. Not quite finished, Morgan made minor adjustments to the structure of the ice until surface of the lotus petals began to refract the light. A faint rainbow of color played through the flower and the glass beneath when he was finished.

The process took two full minutes to complete, during which Morgan's attention was directed solely toward the water and ice. Once he was done, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and raised a hand to rub at his temple. Work so delicate taxed the limited control he had over his abilities and almost always left him with a mild headache. He considered it worth it though, offering the sculpture glass and all to Kiara.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked, holding the flower out to her. "Careful, it's pretty fragile."




Lyla Warren


Lyla sat on the edge of the counter, idly kicking her feet while she played with Persy. Occasionally, she would take up her cup from the counter next to her and take a small sip of the burning liquid. It wasn't so bad now as it had been at first, but it wasn't long before the alcohol started to have a serious effect on the rather lightweight Splice.

"Hello, Niall! My name is Lyla Warren. I never really knew my biological parents, but the man who made me what I am was called Geoff Higgins," she blurted cheerfully, swaying back and forth slightly in her seat. Lyla's wings extended past her shoulders in an effort to help her maintain her balance, but didn't seem to be helping very much. She giggled and smiled widely as Persy fluttered back up to the top of her head, and she started to hum along to whatever random tune was running through her head. Due to the state she was in, the song ended up coming out horribly mangled and with inconsistent rhythm.

After less than a minute of humming, Lyla was reduced to a fit of giggling at her own inability to carry a tune. During that fit, she ended up leaning much too far to one side. Persy took flight as the petite Splice slid off the edge of the counter with a startled "Oop!" and crashed to the ground on her side. Groaning softly and holding her head, she managed to maintain her smile as she pushed herself into a kneeling position with her free hand. Still somewhat disoriented from the fall, she resigned herself to sitting back against the base of the counter and laughing at herself. Lost and forgotten, her cup had ended up spilling across the counter when Lyla lost her balance.
I'm still here.
Ended up taking a nap and I'm running out of time before work. I'll get a post up in the morning.
In --- 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ended up taking a nap and I'm running out of time before work. I'll get a post up in the morning.
Alexander Valerian - Xena (Ambush Site)



Having finished his stretching and warming up, Alex had just settled down to meditate and distract himself from the continuing wait when the explosion caused his eyes to snap open and his lips to part in a wicked grin. Finally, it was time for some action. Pushing himself to his feet, he stretched his arms across his chest on more time while he listened to Luke's plan of attack. Seemed reasonable to him, surround them on all sides and pound the vehicle into useless junk. Only problem he saw was that afterwards, they would still have to deal with anyone inside the ATV that might take exception to its destruction.

One thing at a time, he thought, looking down at the truck that was there target. It was incredibly unlikely that there were more than a handful of people within, but it was anyone's guess as to what those people might be capable of. While Alex didn't care that much, he hoped Luke had some form of contingency for the possibility of the whole thing going to shit. Having been selected to join their de facto leader in one of the groups assaulting the ATV, he impatiently shifted his weight from one side to the other and back again. The weight was almost over, and he was anxious to get into the heat of combat. While he didn't have any particular plan for accomplishing the goals set out for them, he was more than ready to get to work. Even the cannon, obviously more than capable of blowing any one of them away, didn't dissuade him from wanting to charge in head first. In the event that it did end up aimed his way, he was confident that his barrier would be able to absorb at least one blast and let him keep moving.
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Finished for now, reposting for convenience and mentions. Let me know what you think and if I need to do any more work.

Fairly certain most (if not all) of us have at this point, @PatrickDrummer.
Once he was a reasonable distance beyond the door, Bernard stretched his arms toward the ceiling and let out a massive yawn. As much as he loved the World Philosophy course, Professor Michaels' lecturing voice seemed specifically designed to put his students to sleep. Considering the fact that Bernard had been up most of the night reading, he considered it impressive that he had avoided passing out at his desk. Thankfully, it was his last class for the day. Checking his watch before heading down the hall, he confirmed that he had time enough to stop for coffee before he needed to head for the book store. As he neared the doors to go outside, he pulled up the hood of his oversized hoodie. The garment was thick and warm, but wouldn't have been enough to stave off the bitter cold for anyone else.

Silently thanking his heritage, Bernard stepped out into the sunlight. The cheap slip-on shoes he wore chilled almost immediately as he started to move along the walkway, causing him to only really feel the cold on his feet. A breeze picked up as he walked, and he turned his head to keep his face out of the wind. When he turned his eyes forward again, he noticed another student ahead of him picking up some papers that had been scattered. Waving and smiling sympathetically as he passed, the large young man only changed his course enough to avoid running into the other student or stepping on his belongings.

Looks like a rough day, he thought as he continued on, bringing a hand up to his neck to absently run his fingers along the smooth glass beads of his talisman. It was a steadily noticeable weight across his collarbones and the back of his neck, a constant reminder to keep his head in even the worst situations. So far, he'd been lucky here in Eagle Rock. With the exception of a park Ranger or two, not another soul had seen his bear form. Even better, he'd been able to keep his transformations overall to a minimum. There were times that the itch to get out of his human skin for a while just couldn't be ignored though.

Allowing his mind to wander and thoughts to drift, Bernard made his way off-campus. He'd walked the path enough to simply let his feet carry him toward his favorite coffee shop and eventually his job, which was further down the same street. He considered the employment at the book store to be incredibly cushy. Any time he wasn't stocking the shelves or helping a customer he got to sit behind the counter and read. It helped that the old man who ran the place couldn't be nicer. George was a great guy, and had enough of a sense of humor not to be bothered by Bernard's near constant referring to him simply as 'Old Man.'
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