Holmishire

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Eira. South-East sewers.
Mech pilot: Two pistols and backpack.

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Watching as Caville fumbled with the pistol and Roman passed her his own, Eira reconsidered their choices of armament. Though she herself had little skill when it came to plain old human combat shooting, she felt like maybe the man would feel better with something a little less tactical. Unslinging the rifle, she checked to see that it was ready for use and switched it with the pistol she had just passed over. "Here, take this. Take a little less aiming and a little more praying, if you know what I mean."

Eira now held one pistol in each hand, both armed for combat. She'd already received decent training in the art of dual-wielding with Mercy, and only hoped it wouldn't be too hard to translate those same talents over to these far smaller and far less powerful guns.

Now that they were in the sewers and Mercy was naught but a big hunk of scrap metal above them, the young trainee was feeling far more anxious. It was one thing to be attacked when in a giant metal suit of armour, and another entirely when all you had was soft human flesh. I hope Roman knows how to handle himself down here, because us pilots sure don't.

At least there was some hope of salvation, if a bit uncertain in where it was to be found. Two more paths to take, another decision. "They look pretty much the same to me," muttered Eira. "Lead the way, Roman." She would follow him whichever way he took, and make sure neither she nor Caville fell behind or strayed. But at the same time, she made sure to glance behind her as often as not, making sure nothing was stalking them from the biomass north of them.

So what do you guys, like, do?

I'm a professional dishwasher, yo.

Also, I'm a soon-to-be university student in the Business of Commerce. But really, I'd rather do dishwashing my whole life, with writing for fun on the side.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

PCSutfin said
very interested by the mass of living stuff to the north.

I personally, really hope we don't have to worry about that. ;]

By the way, Eira has a rifle, so if you want the pistol, you can keep it. Though she does have some experience dual-wielding, rifles are probably better held with two hands.

Americhronism [Medieval Post Apocalypse]

Rémix, Gaulish Barber-Surgeon.
Surgery, first aid, barber, cooking, sentry, scouting, manual labour, literacy, brawling, polearms.

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Putting a hand to his forehead and arcing his back, Rémix stretched himself out to try and alleviate the typical ache of a long day's work. People just don't know how to keep themselves healthy any more.

For the better part of day he'd been toiling away, inspecting those who came by for whatever ailment they suffered, fixing some, sending others to Lugurix for a more sophisticated treatment. That is to say, one that focused more on biological remedies than the physical cutting, snapping, and bandaging that made up most of Rémix's line of work. There were always more sick to treat, and always less hours in the night than needed to sleep. If it weren't for his already robust and enduring physique—compounded by a what some might call a voracious diet and a few stimulants prescribed by Lugurix himself—he fully expected he himself would be in need of some healing, if not for the body, than for the soul. Heavy bags hung from his eyes, and old grit adorned his calloused skin and his long fingernail, torn at the edges.

But a healer's work never ceased, just a disease continued to reap its crop day in and day out. Unfortunately for him, he was nowhere near as tireless as his constant opposition.

Today was no normal day, however. Though the sick and the frail and the paranoid drifted through as always, outside the meagre walls in which he toiled few others were at work. The fields mostly bare and the homes vacated, a new guest drew the attention of all but the most devoted and the least sociable. Vercingetorix had arrived with his tales of retribution and war.

Rémix had little care for their new "king". He was but another excuse for the people to throw away all their hard work. More young men and women starving and falling to the chill of the canadian winter. Why was he so focused on the South, when problems were bad enough as it was up here?

Lowering his hand again, Rémix turned to Lugurix. Nodding his direction to the door, knowing the elder man was fully aware of Vercingetorix's arrival, he approached his companion. "The king," he grumbled. "What do you think of him. Does he have what it takes?"

He respected his fellow's opinion, for what it was worth. Always better to have two thoughts than one. Rémix also gave a quick cursory glance at the patients the two'd have to be taking care of. Trying as the man's motives may be, Rémix would like to see the man himself, but not if it meant leaving Lugurix to more work than he could handle.

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Always riling anger for fun so harm does not have direct jurisdiction silencing knowledge. How does knowledge dictate kings agendas? Have a brainstorm and grant a rather aggravating gawk at the almost gory grey garrison giving a respectful almighty gift around recluse armies gathered.

You are a moderator or admin for one day

First, I would disguise my account as Sherlock Holmes. Not that I can't do that now—it wouldn't be my first time—but it'd just be fun to do it on that day in particular.

I'd probably make a subforum for WotM, because I think we need one and I owe it to the people who ran it.

If I had enough time, I'd figure out the coding necessary to improve our QQCode with things like colours, better indents, tables, and everything really. Also, bump up the OOC/IC thing to be available for threads outside of Roleplay for things like Blorbs.

I might sneak in a couple things for long-time use, like a personal, invisible sub-forum. Or an untrackable—no link on the username, no user page, no PMs, posts undeletable by mods and admins—account only I can use.

And finally, custom "usertitles" for specific people I care about. Basically special designs to surround their avatar box.

Mythical Adventures of Smiral and her stupid Nerd Friends

I've been expecting Jorick's death for a while now, but the tragedy of some of the other characters' deaths moved me a little. Mostly Flotsam, Vogel, and the cops in the car that they were forced to shoot.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Herzinth said
As Jorick mentioned, Pink is a hybrid of Red and Purple. Also, the core of the riddle the beginning, middle, and end part.

The part that I wasn't so sure was essential was the "everything will be made clear" or whatever. I'm still talking the beginning, end, and middle stuff.

I understand that pink—or more accurately, magenta—lies between red and purple on the colour spectrum. However, I stand by my theory—and Alphakoka's—until you give me something that discredits it, because you've given me no counters that state mine wrong and because I still believe magenta is different from pink.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Alphakoka said
I'm more partial on Red, Purple, Pink. Red the purist look at purple the hybrid and water clear everything.

I was actually partial to this view, myself. Purples seems more like a hybrid, and plant is also a hybrid of the resources that are water and sun.

The riddle says "purist sight" (red) "to its" (as in red's) "hybrid" (purple) "with another" (pink, which is just some other colour). However, pink could also be seen as a hybrid of red and white, though I would see that as more of a variation. This takes it to mean that "with another" is a separate item, not a descriptor of the hybrid.

The riddle also says "purist sight" (sun, think of the Allegory of the Cavern) "to its" (as in the sun's) "hybrid" (plant) "with another" (water, because sun+water makes plant). Also, as Alpha mentioned, water is clear, but I'm not so sure that is part of the riddle itself. This takes it to mean that "with another" is a descriptor of the hybrid.

Americhronism [Medieval Post Apocalypse]

Herzinth said
Will there be flowers and rolling fields spotted with picturesque oak trees?

AeronFarron said
And bunnies hopping in the fields? Butterflies too right??

All staples du Québéc, j'en suis sûr.