I post between high casual and advanced.
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I'd say I'm about eight inches long on a good day.
Sounds familiar...
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I have been roleplaying for fifteen years through various formats from at the dinner table to PbP to RTC. I strongly prefer for mechanics to drive narrative in live roleplay sessions, but in PbP and RTC I'm creative enough that I prefer for creativity to drive narrative instead. To that end, you will probably never talk me into the tabletop subforum, and I can't imagine being dragged easily into Arena or Nation roleplays either.
Preferred size: Anything not exceeding 10 players. I've engaged in very chaotic and bloated playercounts for PbP before and am not eager to engage in that level of discord in the near future.
Preferred genres: Anything. I often enjoy having the opportunity to genre clash, a thing you will notice with my practice work in Expanding Horizons.
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Preferred size: Anything not exceeding 10 players. I've engaged in very chaotic and bloated playercounts for PbP before and am not eager to engage in that level of discord in the near future.
Preferred genres: Anything. I often enjoy having the opportunity to genre clash, a thing you will notice with my practice work in Expanding Horizons.
Preferred roles: I do not have the patience to build and maintain attractive hub posts for roleplays, which to me is a valuable skill... in GMs. I have co-GM'd in the past both officially and unofficially, and would be happy to do so again.
Quality standards: Any, though I do prefer to interact with players that have a firm understanding of english grammar.
Play Status: Seeking group RPs. Solicitations welcome. 1x1s considered on request, not guaranteed.
---Participant in Allaria: Chapter 5 ARP
---Found regularly practicing on Expanding Horizons PWRP
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I'd say I'm about eight inches long on a good day.
Sounds familiar...
"Still, there are advances in technology here that'll help back home, and that's amazing enough for me." Rave said, setting his glass back on the table. Akagalcia just stared... disbelief slowly spreading across her face. She had never heard of the wakeful using borrowing to break someone. She didn't even think it was possible. Everyone was awake in her world. But here Akagalcia was sitting across from the only other wakeful person she'd met since arriving on Frixion Prime. Of course borrowing could be dangerous for the drowsy.
Her expression softened as she had another sip of rice milk. As she set her mug down, their food arrived; Rave's burger and ranchy fries, and Akagalcia's deep bowl of roasted greens and minced meats. It was a mystery for her, every protein and starch and leaf unrecognizable--a cacophony of smells. She scooped a fist of food into one hand, ignoring her silverware, and plucked a single thick leaf between thumb and forefinger. She smelled it, placed it onto her tongue, and began chewing slowly, closing her eyes and drinking in the... life.
Akagalcia hadn't had fresh cooked food since she'd arrived either. No fresh food... in Little Athredan... a burrow which, if nothing else, had a rich dining scene. Akagalcia swayed in her seat, plucking a couple of other bits of food and plopping them between her lips. It was the food, or it was the liquor, or it was the music. She was happy. --Gulp.
"Everyone here is drowsy, Rave. You're concerned people might look around in my head? I've been worried for days because they can't. We couldn't borrow one another in my world, only tame beasts... but I've never been around so many people who could talk and cooperate that couldn't think together." <I've never thought this loudly and not been heard by everyone nearby.> She half-opened her eyes, watching Rave with a sleepy smile as she plucked another morsel without looking. --Munch, munch. <And I'd never consider breaking what's borrowed. That's not nice.>
Her expression softened as she had another sip of rice milk. As she set her mug down, their food arrived; Rave's burger and ranchy fries, and Akagalcia's deep bowl of roasted greens and minced meats. It was a mystery for her, every protein and starch and leaf unrecognizable--a cacophony of smells. She scooped a fist of food into one hand, ignoring her silverware, and plucked a single thick leaf between thumb and forefinger. She smelled it, placed it onto her tongue, and began chewing slowly, closing her eyes and drinking in the... life.
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Akagalcia hadn't had fresh cooked food since she'd arrived either. No fresh food... in Little Athredan... a burrow which, if nothing else, had a rich dining scene. Akagalcia swayed in her seat, plucking a couple of other bits of food and plopping them between her lips. It was the food, or it was the liquor, or it was the music. She was happy. --Gulp.
"Everyone here is drowsy, Rave. You're concerned people might look around in my head? I've been worried for days because they can't. We couldn't borrow one another in my world, only tame beasts... but I've never been around so many people who could talk and cooperate that couldn't think together." <I've never thought this loudly and not been heard by everyone nearby.> She half-opened her eyes, watching Rave with a sleepy smile as she plucked another morsel without looking. --Munch, munch. <And I'd never consider breaking what's borrowed. That's not nice.>
@Zarkun
Honed. Psionic. Cryokinetic. It was the most complete lesson she'd been given on this language since she'd arrived here. The more Rave spoke the more Akagalcia listened, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration. It wasn't going to be easy for her to communicate with him if she wasn't certain about how. She could feel her mind shifting, as it had so often when she tried to twist fire and heat in her fingers since arriving here, fumbling like a novice. This was acclimation. Zedar hadn't explained it half so clearly. In all their time together, he had only shown her how to feel it. But this was...
Their drinks arrived, Rave's whiskey and Akagalcia's pitcher of rice milk and... she still couldn't put a name to the liquor they put in this stuff. She only knew it was purple and it turned the milk too. She filled her mug and had a sip. "So since you arrived here, seen anything interesting?"
Akagalcia's eyes went wide. She threw her free hand to gesture all around the bar. "Have you not seen anything interesting since you arrived here?" She snatched her hand back into her lap, smiling apologetically at another server whom she'd almost pushed into a table. She looked back to Rave. "This place... My world, before I was taken, was nothing like this. My tribe hunted animals and used ...psionics... it is all we knew, to live and travel and search and fight. There were cities, there was seekegatha-erhm... there were civilized places. But no one knew the ingredients for sunfire or how to trap air and float rocks into the deepsky. No one even thought of it. Everything here is interesting, Rave. This world is different to me. And no one seems to know what I know, or know that they know what I know when they do know what I know."
She took another sip of milk from her mug, looking more closely at Rave's features. "Nobody listens to each other much. That's the most different, I think. Everybody needs ten words for one thing. You can make things cold. I can make things hot. You can borrow minds. I can taste the color of the feeling of..." Akagalcia scowled at the mouth of her mug, frustrated. "I still can't find the right words... but it is still simple." She tapped her knuckles to her chest, then extended a forefinger to point at Rave. "We are awake." She then waved the same hand in a spiraling motion. "And most people I've met here are not.
Honed. Psionic. Cryokinetic. It was the most complete lesson she'd been given on this language since she'd arrived here. The more Rave spoke the more Akagalcia listened, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration. It wasn't going to be easy for her to communicate with him if she wasn't certain about how. She could feel her mind shifting, as it had so often when she tried to twist fire and heat in her fingers since arriving here, fumbling like a novice. This was acclimation. Zedar hadn't explained it half so clearly. In all their time together, he had only shown her how to feel it. But this was...
Their drinks arrived, Rave's whiskey and Akagalcia's pitcher of rice milk and... she still couldn't put a name to the liquor they put in this stuff. She only knew it was purple and it turned the milk too. She filled her mug and had a sip. "So since you arrived here, seen anything interesting?"
Akagalcia's eyes went wide. She threw her free hand to gesture all around the bar. "Have you not seen anything interesting since you arrived here?" She snatched her hand back into her lap, smiling apologetically at another server whom she'd almost pushed into a table. She looked back to Rave. "This place... My world, before I was taken, was nothing like this. My tribe hunted animals and used ...psionics... it is all we knew, to live and travel and search and fight. There were cities, there was seekegatha-erhm... there were civilized places. But no one knew the ingredients for sunfire or how to trap air and float rocks into the deepsky. No one even thought of it. Everything here is interesting, Rave. This world is different to me. And no one seems to know what I know, or know that they know what I know when they do know what I know."
She took another sip of milk from her mug, looking more closely at Rave's features. "Nobody listens to each other much. That's the most different, I think. Everybody needs ten words for one thing. You can make things cold. I can make things hot. You can borrow minds. I can taste the color of the feeling of..." Akagalcia scowled at the mouth of her mug, frustrated. "I still can't find the right words... but it is still simple." She tapped her knuckles to her chest, then extended a forefinger to point at Rave. "We are awake." She then waved the same hand in a spiraling motion. "And most people I've met here are not.
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I colored my text because I saw it was a thing. I both had the thought that it was silly as reading isn't very hard AND wanted to just get back in the swing of things as smoothly as possible. Now I'm just wondering if it's worth the effort to uncolor all of the text I've colored. Oh god. Now I'm annoyed!
@Zarkun
"Look, I don't know if the concept of just doing something to be nice is familiar to you, but..." Akagalcia waited patiently for him to finish speaking, watching his body openly. He seemed confused. Cautious. He was just as lost as she was, but much more comfortable with the world around him. He fit in this place. She wondered if Rave fit everywhere he went. That was valuable. "..oney isn't exactly an issue for me. Or, won't be until I manage to tick off someone important in accounting anyways." Favor was valuable too.
When he fell silent Akagalcia had been preparing to explain herself, fitting words together and finding them messy again and again... but she noticed the weight of the silence. He was sensing, though she couldn't guess how. But he smelled different. More awake, like the wakefulness of fingers swollen with blood from a good march. In the few moments it took Rave to survey the bar in his way, Akagalcia ordered some food, repeating an order she'd heard a couple of days ago that smelled nice. She didn't even finish ordering before Rave was back. "..shelwaedfa unmai? Su gan maud shalah."
As the server continued his rounds Akagalcia pulled a brown clay mug from the sack at her back and set it in front of her. Then she focused back on Rave. "Seems we missed quite the party earlier." She looked around the bar, closed her eyes, and sniffed. He wasn't wrong. After a moment or two, Akagalcia opened her eyes again, smiling at Rave. "I know how I know that... but how do you know that?"
"Look, I don't know if the concept of just doing something to be nice is familiar to you, but..." Akagalcia waited patiently for him to finish speaking, watching his body openly. He seemed confused. Cautious. He was just as lost as she was, but much more comfortable with the world around him. He fit in this place. She wondered if Rave fit everywhere he went. That was valuable. "..oney isn't exactly an issue for me. Or, won't be until I manage to tick off someone important in accounting anyways." Favor was valuable too.
When he fell silent Akagalcia had been preparing to explain herself, fitting words together and finding them messy again and again... but she noticed the weight of the silence. He was sensing, though she couldn't guess how. But he smelled different. More awake, like the wakefulness of fingers swollen with blood from a good march. In the few moments it took Rave to survey the bar in his way, Akagalcia ordered some food, repeating an order she'd heard a couple of days ago that smelled nice. She didn't even finish ordering before Rave was back. "..shelwaedfa unmai? Su gan maud shalah."
As the server continued his rounds Akagalcia pulled a brown clay mug from the sack at her back and set it in front of her. Then she focused back on Rave. "Seems we missed quite the party earlier." She looked around the bar, closed her eyes, and sniffed. He wasn't wrong. After a moment or two, Akagalcia opened her eyes again, smiling at Rave. "I know how I know that... but how do you know that?"
I... may or may not really like SIGINT's format, uhm... a great deal.
Akagalcia was content to let Rave lead her on in silence, her steps landing just a little more lightly as they meandered into a slum district. 'Little Athredan'... this was where she had found some of the best trash--lots of cooks and keepers that knew what they were making, but not what they were throwing away. Too, whatever culture had made its home here in Little Athredan had a public bath house in their neighborhood too. Not filthy, not clean, not hungry, not full... but more comfortable than she'd been in almost thirty years. The apartments stood high enough in parts to remind her of the canyons from her childhood. It was a bustling little area and somehow even Akagalcia's mismatched pelts and supple leathers fit in with half of the styles of dress she'd seen here.
When they stopped, she saw Rave staring across the street at Nova. It was noisy, cavernous, and somehow always cramped, situated near one of the least expensive docking hubs in the region. It was a well traveled bar on a well traveled block in Little Athredan surrounded by cheap hotels and hostels. It smelled like every element in the world, and sounded like every creature if you waited long enough. Akagalcia loved it.
"So what part of the universe are you from? Koprulu Sector maybe? Some unexplored corner of it? Or somewhere else entirely?" It was a ginger question, like a cat leaning into her ankles.
She didn't mind.
"I'm still not sure if I am from this fab-uhm... this universe. I lived with a teacher for a while. We grew impatient with one another. He threw me here. It is very different to me." She starts towards the bar, then hesitates, looking up at him. "If... if you're hungry, I don't have any favors here. You would be feeding me." Akagalcia's expression grows steely, eyes narrowing. "I serve for favors."
When they stopped, she saw Rave staring across the street at Nova. It was noisy, cavernous, and somehow always cramped, situated near one of the least expensive docking hubs in the region. It was a well traveled bar on a well traveled block in Little Athredan surrounded by cheap hotels and hostels. It smelled like every element in the world, and sounded like every creature if you waited long enough. Akagalcia loved it.
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"So what part of the universe are you from? Koprulu Sector maybe? Some unexplored corner of it? Or somewhere else entirely?" It was a ginger question, like a cat leaning into her ankles.
She didn't mind.
"I'm still not sure if I am from this fab-uhm... this universe. I lived with a teacher for a while. We grew impatient with one another. He threw me here. It is very different to me." She starts towards the bar, then hesitates, looking up at him. "If... if you're hungry, I don't have any favors here. You would be feeding me." Akagalcia's expression grows steely, eyes narrowing. "I serve for favors."
@Zarkun
"Rave. Rave Mallard, Spectre with Raynor's Raiders, not that that means much out here."
Raider, rogue, reaver, roar... You certainly don't look like a shadow. Or a duck. Akagalcia watched as Rave negotiated with the golem, confronted again with the understanding that she had no favors in this place. It was not the first time she had found herself in a metropolis, unable to read and no one willing to explain how people somehow were willing to live with so many others nearby. She survived now as she had before--everyone threw away food she could eat, water was plentiful and freely given, and she needed nothing but the tools at her belt and the things in her sack.
She fingered at the hilt of her kukri, half-listening as Dashernines and Rave quibbled about credits and bits. When they were done Rave made for the door, gesturing for her to follow. "Sorry about that. Anyways, how about we find somewhere a little more private for the rest of our conversation?" Akagalcia joined him out on the street, watching this spectre with a quizzical smile. "I will join you. I have no favors or friends yet. This place is very different to me." She cocked her head again. "Wait... What are you sorry for?"
It was not the first time someone had apologized to her. Yet, since Akagalcia had been left here, no one who had apologized to her had ever done her any harm. It made all of the ugly, dazzling, stifling harmony surrounding them seem like some... accident.
"Rave. Rave Mallard, Spectre with Raynor's Raiders, not that that means much out here."
Raider, rogue, reaver, roar... You certainly don't look like a shadow. Or a duck. Akagalcia watched as Rave negotiated with the golem, confronted again with the understanding that she had no favors in this place. It was not the first time she had found herself in a metropolis, unable to read and no one willing to explain how people somehow were willing to live with so many others nearby. She survived now as she had before--everyone threw away food she could eat, water was plentiful and freely given, and she needed nothing but the tools at her belt and the things in her sack.
She fingered at the hilt of her kukri, half-listening as Dashernines and Rave quibbled about credits and bits. When they were done Rave made for the door, gesturing for her to follow. "Sorry about that. Anyways, how about we find somewhere a little more private for the rest of our conversation?" Akagalcia joined him out on the street, watching this spectre with a quizzical smile. "I will join you. I have no favors or friends yet. This place is very different to me." She cocked her head again. "Wait... What are you sorry for?"
It was not the first time someone had apologized to her. Yet, since Akagalcia had been left here, no one who had apologized to her had ever done her any harm. It made all of the ugly, dazzling, stifling harmony surrounding them seem like some... accident.
@Zarkun
Akagalcia watched the demonstration with an expression that became more and more carefully blank. She had a great deal of patience for teachers, and it was good to roll all of these new words around in her head, plucking meaningful ones from cumbersome syntax and letting them shape her. This place, these people... she had to communicate more detail while she was here. They thought less, letting sounds do thinking for them. Of course sunfire could melt steel. But steel could refuse! She had seen it, could feel the field containing the plasma obstructed by the kukri's matter! But... golems can't. She had to remember.
When Dashernines disappeared behind the doors to the backroom, Akagalcia turned to smile at Rave, eyes glinting with mischief... but then caught his stare.
"A warning for future interactions with psionics; guard your thoughts and guard them WELL. Unguarded thoughts can betray more than you want." Delight and confusion, at once. Certainly he was awake. But... not? She frowned, cocking her head to one side. Whoever heard of guarding thought? "And what did you mean when you wondered how awake I was?"
"How... I mean how truly you want to know the world!" Akagalcia couldn't contain her excitement, spreading her arms as if to gesture to the ends of the stars and not the walls of this little weapons shop. "Do you want to taste iron from tin, copper from falwaur? Do you want to see the ways to stitch a flower from soot? To feel steel deny sunfire?" She spun on a heel, snatching the power-handle she'd set back on the display and activating the plasma field again as she brought both of her hands together and held the blade parallel with herself, her brown eyes staring past either side of the blade's neon green glow at Rave. "Do you feel the color of spirits?" She brought the blade closer to her face. "Do y--"
The double doors to the backroom hissed open again, Dashernines floating through. Akagalcia fell silent, letting the blade in her hands retract. She set the power-handle back on its display again, looking a bit sad. She traced her finger along the lip of the handle's field casing and pulled her hand away calmly and sucking away the pain in her fingertip. No... it is definitely not defective. The steel simply refused. But I don't know why.
She looked up at Rave, still smiling, but much cooler now that Dashernines was in the room again. Golems taste like sorrow. "Akagalcia. You?"
Akagalcia watched the demonstration with an expression that became more and more carefully blank. She had a great deal of patience for teachers, and it was good to roll all of these new words around in her head, plucking meaningful ones from cumbersome syntax and letting them shape her. This place, these people... she had to communicate more detail while she was here. They thought less, letting sounds do thinking for them. Of course sunfire could melt steel. But steel could refuse! She had seen it, could feel the field containing the plasma obstructed by the kukri's matter! But... golems can't. She had to remember.
When Dashernines disappeared behind the doors to the backroom, Akagalcia turned to smile at Rave, eyes glinting with mischief... but then caught his stare.
"A warning for future interactions with psionics; guard your thoughts and guard them WELL. Unguarded thoughts can betray more than you want." Delight and confusion, at once. Certainly he was awake. But... not? She frowned, cocking her head to one side. Whoever heard of guarding thought? "And what did you mean when you wondered how awake I was?"
"How... I mean how truly you want to know the world!" Akagalcia couldn't contain her excitement, spreading her arms as if to gesture to the ends of the stars and not the walls of this little weapons shop. "Do you want to taste iron from tin, copper from falwaur? Do you want to see the ways to stitch a flower from soot? To feel steel deny sunfire?" She spun on a heel, snatching the power-handle she'd set back on the display and activating the plasma field again as she brought both of her hands together and held the blade parallel with herself, her brown eyes staring past either side of the blade's neon green glow at Rave. "Do you feel the color of spirits?" She brought the blade closer to her face. "Do y--"
The double doors to the backroom hissed open again, Dashernines floating through. Akagalcia fell silent, letting the blade in her hands retract. She set the power-handle back on its display again, looking a bit sad. She traced her finger along the lip of the handle's field casing and pulled her hand away calmly and sucking away the pain in her fingertip. No... it is definitely not defective. The steel simply refused. But I don't know why.
She looked up at Rave, still smiling, but much cooler now that Dashernines was in the room again. Golems taste like sorrow. "Akagalcia. You?"
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