Freeshooter92

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey Onyx

Grey sighed, shaking his head some as he looked up to the ceiling for a moment. "I'm not saying it isn't true... Ugh, look. Lucilia's a smart woman. Probably the smartest person I know. She took a calculated risk in sending her along, and it didn't quite work out. The only thing she needs to see is an official report, which I will deliver to her whenever I receive it. You... did write a report, right?" He asked, idly cracking his knuckles. Not as a gesture of intimidation, just as a habit. "I'm certain that not only is she quite aware of any issues she has or would cause, but that there was a very good reason for sending her with you. What she doesn't need is to be bothered right now. She is very, very busy with the paperwork for my mission alone, then she has to do yours, and then the as-yet unresolved one. On top of all the logistics she normally has to do."

He sighed, tapping his finger over his eye-patch twice. "Listen... Just bring me a report and I'll make sure to bring this issue to her attention..." He scratched the back of his neck as he looked down... "It's just... she's already got a lot to deal with right now, and I'd appreciate it if we could all just relax for a bit and let her work."

He looked off to Satori, sighing again. "Great... Find another guard then." He said, loosening his arm. "Look... I'm sure you've already pulled everything out of my head, but..." He seemed bitter. "...My own mission was less than happy for me. And I was told to relax and take the day off, and nothing short of Gaurot coming for my soul is gonna stop me." In truth, it was because he was more or less ordered to. And Grey could not willingly disobey an order from her in most circumstances. "And can't you just... I dunno, fry its brain from here?"

Alaira Taenn

Alaira quickly set Lyn down as the window opened, climbing in after her. She looked down to the drink offered, and sighed. She didn't really trust her cup... It probably had something in it, considering the vampire's side profession. But that was likely just to keep the Half-Elf from trying to hurt her. that is, if the cup wasn't innocent. She raised her hand a little bit, non-verbally declining as she flopped into a chair, watching Lyn... "I know you know why I'm here... I'm not mad." She said, surprisingly calm. "I ain't gonna hurt ya... I ain't gonna scream at ya... Just don't do it again, alright?" She asked, looking up to her. from her expression, she just looked... tired. No barely contained rage, no quiet disapproval, nothing.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey Onyx

Grey looked thoughtful as he looked up toward the ceiling, considering their words... It wasn't that he didn't trust them, necessarily, but there was something... odd. Alaira... the name was somewhat familiar. Ah, yes. Now he remembered. The guard had a list of several... troublesome students. Ones that needed a closer watch than others. It wasn't a long list, and the reasons were quite varied. Alaira apparently had anger management issues and a violent streak, but others were there too. A psychomancy student with a pranking streak, a fairly... perverse vitamancer, most of the demonomancers... so on. But when Meirin spoke, he got the idea she wasn't talking about the elf... "So, you feel this... Alaira is dangerous, then?" He asked, summarizing what they had all told him.

He didn't know her, but he felt that something was... unfair about this whole mess. If this Alaira was such a problem, why would Lucilia send her on the mission at all? There had to be some underlying reason that such an apparently explosively violent person was sent on an escort mission... He nearly sighed when he remembered that he might as well be saying all of this out loud, since he had huge doubts that Satori would leave his mind alone when he was busy looking so deep in thought. "Well, I trust you are all very frustrated, but perhaps you are overreacting? Tell me, what does complaining about her behind her back accomplish?" He asked, idly scratching the back of his neck. "Are you sure your intentions are totally pure? Are you doing this because you are legitimately concerned, or are you doing this because you feel bitter about her reckless actions? Let me tell you, there are a fair amount of truly revolting people here, yet we accept them and give them a place to live. Are you absolutely sure you cannot just forgive her and move on?" of course, he knew that they might have trouble with something like that... After all, most weren't quite as... merciful as he was.

Alaira Taenn

Alaira sighed quietly as she carried Lyn along... She wasn't sure what she would say to Lucilia or what she would do... But for once, she didn't think she could really bring herself to be violent. Tyrael was one thing, but Lucilia... There were more good reasons to leave her be than to punch her in the face. For one thing, Lyn was pretty fond of her, and after she saw how she looked when she yelled at Tyrael, she didn't want Lyn to see her angry again today. Another was that she was SURE that Lucilia wouldn't just send her along for no reason, or out of spite. She didn't have a high opinion of her, but she knew that the vampire didn't engage in pointless cruelty. And then there was that gnawing guilt, that little voice telling her that if lyn hadn't been there to fix the bridge Meirin would've died...

She said little, simply thinking about how to get there... She didn't want to run into anyone, and she didn't want anyone to know where she was going. There was Ssarak and Meirin, who were plenty upset about this whole mess and the half-elf was fairly certain that it would be a mistake to try passing them... Then there was Tyrael, and she didn't know how he would react to her doing exactly what he had told her not to do... But... there was one way. She was standing outside, looking up to the window of Lucilia's office... It was four stories up and she was carrying a child, but she could get up there. "Alright, Lyn... Hold on tight, okay? Auntie's gonna jump up there..." She said softly, gently running her hand through her hair as she showed her the window... She took a deep breath as she shifted her grip on her, holding Lyn in one arm, tight as she could without crushing her...

And then, she jumped. A burst of aeromancy carried her up to a small platform on the stonework a story up, the remains of a statue on the ground the only clue to the platform's prior occupant. Another leap took her another story up, where she landed on a small balcony. The next jump was a bit tricky, to another platform that actually had a statue... However, she made the jump well enough, the thought of what would happen if she dropped Lyn ample motivation... There was just enough room on the platform to stand, and it was only one more jump to the office... She leapt again, landing squarely on a stone platform in front of her window... Probably intended for a planter, but forever reason there wasn't one... She sat, panting with exhaustion as she hugged Lyn close... "See? Easy..." She said, nuzzling close... She sat like that for a moment, before knocking on Lucilia's window. "Let us in! Lyn has a present for ya!"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I announce my departure from the RP. My apologies to anyone involved with my characters.

@Frettzo

Wait, what? Why?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uhhh... alright?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I dunno. I'm just too confused to be all hypnotized.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Lucius Cypher
The hell is your avatar?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Yeah... I suppose.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

So, there's this game... or series of 'em I suppose. I loved them to death, but there were many problems with them. Chief among them, was that the man (or late teenager, at the time), had severe issues with depression. This will be important later.

Now, looking back these games weren't all that special, being just flash RPGs. However, they held extreme sentimental value to me because the things taught me a few things. Anyone could make a video game, anyone could create something wonderful, you didn't need to be a genius necessarily, or rich or work for a big company. This guy did it, after all. I went on to truly appreciate this medium that previously I only really cared about because there wasn't much else to do.

So, the third one comes out. And, it's pretty good... However, this guy sort of... retreats into his shell after that. I was really upset after a while, because I knew the next game probably wasn't coming out. So I moved on, and made peace with the fact that the story would never be completed... And then, I stumbled across his blog again, and I just felt awful.

He had occasionally shown some... worrying game design philosophies. Weird things, that didn't make much sense. A bunch of what basically amounted into the guy turning his own emotional insecurities into game mechanics. And then, I learned he would be redesigning the whole damn series, but changing EVERYTHING. Tearing everything out and replacing it with weird nonsense. Bizarre nonviolent 'combat', some sort of 'journey of personal discovery' bull, all metaphysical and shit... Now, this seems normal considering how... hipster the guy became. But... some of the things he's said, he sounds completely insane. Rambling about minds and realities.

But this thing I loved, that changed my whole life thanks to a simple revelation, has just been turned into... something else. The funny thing is, this thing would've looked kinda interesting, but to me it's just like looking at a stranger wearing an old friend's face...

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Can I talk about something really personal that's made me really upset? As in, sad? I feel really, really sad now. It has nothing to do with death, and it's nothing any of you did. I just feel like crying my eyes out and I need to check if I'm just being silly.

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Done, Alaira's post thrown on the end of Grey's.